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Assistant: Title: Strolling around Seoul with You
        Author: sarawranne sarawranne 
        Chapter: 1/1 
        Summary: Tiger gave an invitation to Rumi, which was from Jinu. He invited her to come and spend the day with him. He said he wanted to unwind a bit before tomorrow's International Idol Awards.Rumi agreed and met up with him at their usual spot. They walked around Seoul city, they went to buy some food, shared some talks, and laughed together. Their smile were pure, warm, free...Jinu suggested that they should go see the aquarium, he said he wanted to show a certain spot that he liked. Without Rumi's notice, when they arrived at the spot, she felt something different from how Jinu gazed at her... and somehow, she could feel what his soul was feeling, and she felt it too..."You should let down your hair sometimes, Rumi...""As far as I'm concerned, you're just as beautiful with the cracks showing..."
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              Tiger gave an invitation to Rumi, which was from Jinu. He invited her to come and spend the day with him. He said he wanted to unwind a bit before tomorrow's International Idol Awards.Rumi agreed and met up with him at their usual spot. They walked around Seoul city, they went to buy some food, shared some talks, and laughed together. Their smile were pure, warm, free...Jinu suggested that they should go see the aquarium, he said he wanted to show a certain spot that he liked. Without Rumi's notice, when they arrived at the spot, she felt something different from how Jinu gazed at her... and somehow, she could feel what his soul was feeling, and she felt it too..."You should let down your hair sometimes, Rumi...""As far as I'm concerned, you're just as beautiful with the cracks showing..."
            
        

        
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      The fandom went into shambles when we knew that the original concept of the movie itself had Jinu and Rumi Aquarium date, and A KISS!!! THEIR FIRST KISS?!?!?!?! So now, I will bring that drawn concept to life!This oneshot will take place the day before the International Idol Awards[prepare your hearts, and maybe some tissues, cus this is gonna be one wild ride]
    

    
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          The night before the International Idol Awards was anything but restful.Inside her apartment, the air felt too still—like it was holding its breath along with her. The lights of Seoul glimmered through the windows, city life continuing as if the fate of thousands didn’t hang in the balance.Rumi sat curled on the edge of her bed, legs drawn up beneath her as she stared at the rehearsal schedule glowing on her phone screen. Tomorrow was everything. The final performance. The stage where they were meant to restore the Honmoon, the ancient harmony between idols and their fans—the soul-tether that had once protected humanity from demonic influence.If she failed… Gwi-ma would win. And every soul in that audience—all those open hearts, all that shared love and belief—would be taken.Rumi closed her eyes.The pressure curled in her chest like smoke, thick and choking. Her thoughts tangled with what-ifs, too loud to ignore, too sharp to unravel. It was like trying to breathe underwater.She needed air.With a quiet exhale, she stood and padded toward the balcony, bare feet brushing against cool tiles. The sliding door gave a soft click as she opened it, stepping into the breeze.The night air was crisp, touched with early summer warmth and the distant hum of traffic far below. The city stretched out beneath her like a heartbeat in lights. She gripped the railing with both hands and inhaled deeply, willing the wind to carry her fear away.Then—A soft sound behind her.A rustle. A very deliberate hmph.Rumi turned… and blinked.There, standing on her living room carpet as if it owned the place, was Tiger.The actual, literal, oversized tiger, with its giant paws, shimmering stripes, and an expression that could only be described as vaguely smug. It blinked at her once, its enormous tail flicking lazily behind it.In its mouth, clutched with surprisingly delicate precision, was a cream-colored envelope.Rumi stared.Tiger took one slow step forward. Then another. Then stuck out its tongue in the most absurdly dramatic flourish she had ever seen, practically presenting the envelope like it was an ancient royal decree.Rumi burst into laughter—short, surprised, and unfiltered.“Seriously?” she said, a hand to her mouth. “You’re doing mail delivery now?”The tiger did not respond, naturally. But it did narrow its eyes with the patience of an immortal creature who had no time for sarcasm.Still chuckling, Rumi walked over and knelt down to meet the beast eye to eye. The envelope was slightly crumpled between its teeth, but still intact—stamped in messy, familiar handwriting.She took it gently.“Thanks, big guy,” she murmured, scratching just under the tiger’s chin before it huffed once, clearly pleased with itself. It turned with the poise of a monarch and padded off toward the hallway, tail flicking like a banner in retreat.Alone again, Rumi rose to her feet, the envelope now warm between her fingers.She stared at it for a beat.Jinu’s handwriting.Her heart did a quiet little stutter.She turned it over and broke the seal with careful fingers. The paper inside was thick, cream-colored, folded into thirds—neat, but clearly rushed. It smelled faintly of cologne and something else she couldn’t place. She unfolded it slowly, pulse betraying her calm.There was no grand speech. No long letter. Just a single line.
  Let’s meet this afternoon?
Our usual spot.
I want to see you.
—J
Rumi scoffed—softly, under her breath—but it wasn’t annoyance that tugged at her lips.“What does he want now~” she muttered, shaking her head.But she didn’t crumple the note.She didn’t toss it aside.Instead, she stood on the balcony for a while longer, clutching the letter with both hands like it might anchor her.Because for just a moment—just a second—the weight pressing down on her chest lightened. Not vanished. Not solved. But lessened.She exhaled and let herself smile.Tiny. Uncontrollable. Traitorous.Her eyes lifted to the sky. She whispered, not to anyone in particular, “Guess I should wear something nice.”---The sky had turned soft by the time afternoon melted into early evening—no longer bright, not yet dim. Seoul basked in a slow, golden light that made the river shimmer like melted glass and stretched shadows long across the pavement. Ginkgo trees lined the old riverside path, their half-yellow leaves fluttering in the soft breeze like tiny coins shaken from the sky.Rumi spotted him before he saw her.There, under the shifting shade of the trees, stood Jinu.He was angled slightly, one foot back like he’d been rocking on his heels, a rhythm of waiting carved subtly into his posture. His cream-colored shirt glowed in the late light, casually tucked into a pair of high-waisted black A-line pants that made every move seem almost too smooth, too effortless. A dark gray coat hung open over his frame—a quiet reminder that winter was on its way. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up just enough to reveal his wrists, his neck catching the light with a thin glint of silver chain. And his hair—usually a mess of charming chaos—had clearly been touched by effort.Rumi blinked.He looked… good. But not like he was trying to impress anyone. He just looked like someone who wanted to be seen.Jinu turned a second later—and saw her.The change in his face was immediate, like someone letting go of a breath they didn’t realize they were holding.And Rumi… she had put in a little more effort than usual, too. Just a bit. Not for anyone, not even for him. That’s what she told herself.But the truth was stitched into the details—the dark midi skirt that swayed gently with her steps, the soft off-shoulder lilac blouse that dipped just enough to show the delicate lines of her collarbones, the loose waves in her hair that weren’t entirely accidental. A winter coat, warm and fitted, hugged her frame, the lapels brushing the curve of her shoulders.When their eyes met, both of them smiled like they hadn’t in days.“Hey,” she said first, her voice breaking the air like sunlight breaks cloud.“Hey,” Jinu echoed—but softer, almost reverent.He stood still for a second too long, like something about seeing her had stolen the movement from his limbs.“You busy today?” he asked at last, casual—but his eyes weren’t.Rumi tilted her head with a grin, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Nope. I’m all yours.”His brow lifted playfully. “All mine?”“Figure of speech,” she said quickly, though her cheeks betrayed her.Jinu chuckled, looking skyward briefly like he needed to let that teasing moment drift somewhere above them.“I just… I wanted to unwind a bit,” he said after a pause, more serious now. “Before tomorrow. With everything that’s coming—the awards, Gwi-ma, the whole... restoring Honmoon agenda…” His voice drifted off.Then he looked back at her.“For once,” he said, “I want to forget all of that. Just for today. I don’t want to be anyone but Jinu. Not a performer. Not a vessel. Not a symbol. Just… a guy. In Seoul. Spending time with you.”Rumi’s heart fluttered—the quiet kind, the kind that doesn’t scream but lingers, warm and unshakable. She glanced away for a second, swallowing a smile.“Well then,” she said, brushing past him just enough that their coats touched, “what’re you waiting for?”He turned, amused. “Huh?”“You’re not gonna waste your clean look, are you?”Jinu looked down at himself like he’d forgotten he’d dressed up. “Clean?” he echoed. “That’s what you call this effort? Just ‘clean’?”Rumi smirked. “I mean, I’m impressed you didn’t show up in sweatpants and your sad little cap.”He gasped. “Sad?”“You know the one. With the mysterious stain you swear is art.”“It is art,” he defended with mock offense. “Street ketchup is the medium of the people.”Rumi laughed, shaking her head as they began walking together down the tree-lined path. “So,” she said, glancing at him sideways, “where are we going, mystery man?”“Wherever you want,” Jinu replied. “Street snacks? Random bookstores? That weird alley with the cursed vending machine?”“You mean the one that gave me three cans of grape soda for one coin?”“Exactly. It’s haunted, and we owe it our loyalty.”They laughed, and just like that, the tension began to melt—not disappear, but dissolve into the quiet spaces between them.A gentle rhythm formed. Step after step. Shoulders almost brushing shoulders.“So,” Rumi said eventually, more curious now, “Why here? Why this spot?”Jinu looked ahead, eyes a little softer. “It’s quiet. Out of the way. And the trees always remind me that even when things are halfway dead, they’re still… trying. Still blooming.”She looked at him for a moment, not speaking. The sunlight painted him in gold.“…You say stuff like that, and you act like it’s not poetic.”“I’m not poetic,” Jinu said. “I’m tired and occasionally wise.”“Occasionally,” she echoed.“Shut up.” Rumi let out a small giggle, and Jinu rolled his eyes. They continued down the path, the city glittering behind them, the weight of tomorrow still waiting on the horizon—but for now, distant.For now, it was just Jinu. Just Rumi.Two shadows walking together, in a sliver of peace they carved out for themselves.---The streets of Seoul welcomed them like an old friend—familiar, forgiving, alive. The scent of roasted chestnuts lingered in the warm evening air, weaving with the sweetness of caramelized batter from street stalls lining the narrow walkways. Lanterns strung overhead began to flicker on one by one, bathing the city in a honey-colored glow that felt like the edges of a dream.Rumi walked beside Jinu, her hand brushing his now and then, each casual graze making her heart skip like a pebble across water. She wasn't sure what exactly this was—this quiet joy blooming between them — but she didn't want it to end."Okay, but you have to try this," Jinu said, dragging her to a stall with a large banner that read: King Cheese Hotteok in bold letters.Rumi raised a brow. “King Cheese? Sounds like a stomachache waiting to happen.”He handed over a few won and grinned as the vendor gave them one golden, gooey pancake wrapped in foil. “Have a little faith,” he said, breaking it in half and offering her the steamier side. “Besides, you survived demon battle combats. A little lactose intolerance won’t kill us.”She snorted but took a bite. Her eyes widened. “Okay wait—why is this actually so good?”“I told you!” he said, smug. “You’ve been living your life all wrong, Rumi. Where’s your culinary sense of adventure?”“I’m pretty sure you once tried to poison me by switching my ramen and add orange juice to it, so I don’t trust your culinary compass.”“That was an experimental fusion, thank you very much,” Jinu said, holding a hand to his chest like she had wounded him. “Art isn’t always understood in its time.”“Right, and hospital food has never recovered.”He gasped dramatically, then immediately turned to a tteokbokki stall. “I’m not letting this slide. You insulted my honor. Eat this and tell me if your soul isn’t reborn.”Rumi laughed as he ordered a portion with extra chili paste. He handed her a skewer with a daring smirk. “Loser eats it first.”“Fine.” She took a bite. Chewed. Paused. Her face twisted. “It’s—” she managed to choke out, “—fire. Literal. Fire.”Jinu looked horrified. “Wait, seriously?”She shoved the skewer at him. “You try it!”He bit into it confidently—only to freeze, eyes going wide as the spice hit him full force. A second later, he doubled over in mock agony.“Oh god,” he wheezed, “I can see my ancestors…”Rumi burst into uncontrollable laughter, bending at the waist and clutching her stomach. “You idiot!”“I’m dying,” he rasped, fanning his mouth with one hand while holding the skewer like a flag of surrender. “Tell my fans I went down in flames—but I looked hot doing it.”“More like looked like you were choking on regret,” Rumi giggled, wiping tears from her eyes.They wandered further, stopping at a cart selling fish cakes on skewers. Jinu handed her one without asking, and she accepted it with a soft thank-you, their hands brushing again.This time, neither pulled away.“You know,” Rumi murmured, licking a bit of sauce from her finger, “this whole ‘street food critic’ thing is working for you. You should do a variety show.”“Oh? Rumi thinks I’m charming on camera now?” Jinu grinned, leaning a little closer.“I said the bit is working. Don’t get cocky.”“But I am charming. It’s a curse, really.”“You’re insufferable,” she said, rolling her eyes—but the smile tugging at her lips gave her away.They walked for a while in comfortable silence, just the sound of Seoul’s heart beating around them—music playing faintly from a shop, the sizzling of food on grills, the chatter of lovers and tourists and old ajummas gossiping near convenience stores.Then, with a sudden burst of mischief, Rumi snatched the last piece of mandu from the paper tray in Jinu’s hand.“Hey!” he shouted, scandalized. “That was mine!”“Not anymore!” she laughed, already half-running.He bolted after her. “I’m warning you, Rumi! Give that back or face the consequences!”They darted through the crowd, Rumi weaving between surprised couples and vendors as she clutched the stolen dumpling like a crown jewel. Jinu followed close behind, his laughter echoing behind her—loud and real and unfiltered.By the time he caught up to her near the corner of a quiet alley, they were both breathless, flushed, and beaming.“You are so dead,” he panted.“Worth it,” she said between gasps, popping the last bite into her mouth with triumphant defiance.He could only laugh, bending forward with his hands on his knees. “Remind me never to trust you around food again.”“No promises,” she said, her grin wide.They stood there, leaning against the same lamppost, shoulders touching, and watched the lights twinkle across the city. The world felt warmer somehow. Softer. Like it was slowing down just for them.Jinu glanced sideways at her—her cheeks still flushed, eyes shining, the faintest trace of sauce on her lower lip. A thousand words rested at the tip of his tongue.But instead, he nudged her gently.“Hey.”She looked at him. “Yeah?”“I’m really glad you came today.”She paused. Something in her chest tugged.“Me too,” she said quietly.And for a second—just a second—they both forgot the rest of the world existed.---The sun had only just begun its descent when the first raindrop landed on Rumi’s wrist.She paused. Looked up. The sky, once streaked in gold and pale blue, had darkened to a dusky lavender, clouds curling low and heavy like they were exhaling the weight of summer. The rain was light at first—a whisper. A question.And then, without ceremony, it began to fall in earnest.“Ah—!” Rumi yelped, instinctively lifting her hands over her head. “You’ve got to be kidding me—”Jinu reacted fast. In one fluid motion, he slid off his coat and held it above them, tucking it over her head before the droplets could completely soak her shoulders.“Come here!” he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her under the fabric with him.It was too small for two. Their arms bumped. Shoulders touched. But the laughter came anyway—breathless, surprised, and filled with the kind of joy that only appears in the middle of rainstorms and memories you know you’ll remember forever.“We need shelter!” Rumi laughed, hair clinging to her face.“There—bus stop!” Jinu pointed.Still half-draped in his coat, the two of them dashed across the puddle-slick street, shoes splashing, steam rising from the nearby food stalls that hadn’t closed in time. The smell of rain on hot concrete surrounded them, familiar and strange all at once.They made it to the bus stop just as the rain began to pour in sheets.Breathing hard, Rumi leaned against the clear plastic wall, catching her breath with a hand to her chest. Jinu stood beside her, water dripping from his sleeves, his coat now clutched loosely in one hand. His other hand was still warm from holding hers.“Well,” she exhaled, smiling through damp lashes. “That was dramatic.”“I live for drama,” Jinu said, deadpan.Rumi chuckled and reached up, pulling out her hair tie that had been holding her hair. It had soaked through completely, limp and dark with rain. She shook her head lightly and ran her fingers through her hair, trying to dry it, strands clinging to her skin.And in that moment, Jinu turned. And forgot how to breathe.Her hair—unbound, wild, curling at the ends from the rain—framed her face like a painting. She didn’t notice the way the light from the city haloed her in soft gold, or the way her bare collarbones gleamed with water, or the way her lashes caught droplets like stardust. She was too busy wringing out her sleeve.But Jinu…Jinu was struck dumb with awe.She looked human. And not just human—radiant. Real. And so utterly beautiful it ached somewhere deep in his ribs.He turned away quickly, trying to compose himself. Cleared his throat. Swallowed.Rumi looked over. “What?”“N-Nothing,” he said a little too fast. “Hey, um—” he rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding her eyes. “Can we… make one more stop?”She tilted her head. “A secret one?”He gave her a sheepish smile. “Kinda.”She gave a little shrug, eyes playful. “Lead the way.”The walk was quiet this time. The kind of quiet that doesn’t beg to be filled. The streets shimmered with rain, puddles catching the reflected colors of passing traffic and distant neon. Every so often, Rumi would look over at Jinu—and every time, he was already looking forward.But his hand brushed hers again.And again.And eventually… she didn’t pull away.---The soft hush of the aquarium wrapped around them like a blanket made of light and glass.They wandered slowly, Rumi still wide-eyed, peering into tanks glowing with ethereal creatures—delicate sea dragons, translucent jellyfish, lionfish whose fins danced like fire. She leaned in to read the names of each species with a quiet curiosity, sometimes mumbling the syllables under her breath as if the fish might respond.Jinu walked beside her in silence.He wasn’t looking at the fish.Not really.His gaze stayed on her—the way her eyes lit up when she saw the bioluminescent tank, the way her brows furrowed in thought, the way she gently pressed her fingertips to the glass like it might let her in.Every now and then, she turned her head to point something out. “Look at this one! It looks like a little ghost with legs.”And he would smile. “You mean like you before coffee?”She laughed, light and clear.He fell in love again, every five seconds.She didn’t notice the way he looked at her. Not really.Not how his eyes lingered when she turned back to the tanks.Not how he never once looked at the creatures when she was in the frame.And maybe that was how it had always been—Jinu watching her while she watched the world.Until they reached the tunnel. It curved like the belly of a whale, glass wrapping from one end of the floor to the ceiling above them. Stingrays glided like shadows over the stars. Sharks passed silently overhead, drifting like memories too heavy to name.Rumi stepped forward slowly, arms folded gently at her chest, spinning once beneath the ceiling of fish. Her voice came out soft and small, nearly lost to the water. “It’s like standing inside a dream…”Jinu didn’t move. He stood a few paces behind, hands buried in his pockets, eyes on the curve of her spine, the slope of her shoulders, the gentle sway of her hair.Rumi turned back, noticing the stillness. “Jinu?” she asked.He didn’t answer at first.She walked back toward him, tilting her head. “Is this… what you wanted to show me?”Finally, his gaze broke from the ceiling. He met her eyes.“Sometimes,” he said, barely above a whisper, “when I hear the voices... when it gets too loud, and I feel like I can’t come back to myself... I come here.”He looked up again, at the world of water above them.“I don’t know,” he murmured. “I feel at peace here. It’s quiet. Like nothing’s waiting for me beyond the glass. Like maybe... if I just stood still long enough, I could dissolve into it.”Rumi’s heart squeezed. She didn’t answer. Because she understood. And maybe that’s why she stepped closer.Maybe that’s why she didn’t flinch when his eyes found hers again—but this time, they held something else. Not longing. Not even sorrow.But recognition.“You should let down your hair sometimes, Rumi…”She blinked, caught off guard.But he was already reaching out—slowly, as if she might vanish—and tucked a damp strand behind her ear with the softest brush of his fingers. They lingered for a second too long.“Beautiful,” he whispered.That single word cracked something open inside her. And in its place—fear.“Jinu…” she said, breath catching. “We can’t.”He didn’t move away.“…Why?”“You know why,” she said, quieter. “We can’t get tangled in this. Not when you and I are from different worlds.”“But maybe…” he began, voice trembling slightly, “maybe we don’t have to pretend it isn’t real, just because we can’t keep it.”She looked at him. Truly looked.His voice softened further, eyes locked on hers.“Rumi… I’ve seen you at your strongest. I’ve seen you broken. I’ve seen you when you weren’t sure who you were anymore. But even then—especially then—you were still you.”She said nothing.“I don’t care about the patterns,” he said. “I don’t care about the past. You don’t have to hide the cracks. Not from me.”A long silence. The fish passed slowly above them. Time itself seemed to hold its breath.“As far as I’m concerned…” he said, “you’re just as beautiful with the scars showing.”Her hands trembled. She stepped closer.And then—She kissed him.It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t desperate.It was a whisper of a kiss.The kind people don’t notice in a crowd, the kind that ghosts give each other in stories—quiet, aching, reverent. Like the meeting of two souls who had waited lifetimes just for this breath, this inch of closeness, this flicker of warmth.Jinu’s hand cradled her jaw gently, thumb brushing her cheek. Her fingers curled into the front of his shirt. They stayed there for a long moment, hearts pressed together beneath the weight of everything they didn’t say.And when they finally pulled apart—neither of them opened their eyes right away.---Later that night, he walked her home under the soft glow of streetlamps, side by side in silence.The rain had stopped. The city was quiet. Only their footsteps echoed across the pavement.When they reached her gate, Rumi turned to him, unsure what to say. The world had felt so distant back in the aquarium—like they existed somewhere outside of time. But here, in the calm hum of Seoul's returning night… it was creeping back.The world. Their duties. The stage.“Thank you,” she said finally. “For today.”Jinu nodded, his hands still in his coat pockets.“Rumi,” he said after a pause, voice soft, eyes warm. “I… I can’t wait to see you on stage tomorrow.”His smile was genuine. And it was beautiful. The kind of smile you carry with you even when the lights go out.Rumi smiled back, her hand tightening around the gate.“Goodnight, Jinu…”And just like that, she slipped inside.Jinu stood there for a moment, watching the closed door. Watching the shadow of her move beyond the curtains.Then he turned. And walked slowly down the quiet street—the night swallowing him gently as the glow of her home faded behind him.---
  
    "The day ended the way all beautiful things do. Not with a bang. But with a breath."
  

  
    -Fin-'
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