#Push Connect Notify Apps

[seospicybin]

NEPTUNE.

Hyunjin x reader. (s,a)

Synopsis: In a distant future where an app can predict your death, a retired dancer and an ambitious swimmer cross path by chance. With their final day looming, they choose to share it together, finding unexpected connection in the fleeting hours they have left. (19,6k words)

Author's note: With this fic, I hope that you get to realize that no matter how small your achievement is, it matters. You are matter. Happy new year, everyone! ❣

In the distant future, death isn’t a mystery. It’s an appointment.

It started with a breakthrough—an algorithm said to be so precise it could predict the exact day someone would die. Governments called it progress, a tool to manage the chaos of an overburdened planet. They named it Mortem. What they didn’t expect was how quickly the app would seep into the fabric of life.

People stopped planning for the long term. Relationships became fleeting, careers lost their permanence, and calendars filled with expiration dates. Death notifications became part of the noise—just another alert blinking alongside weather updates and dinner reservations.

But Mortem wasn’t perfect. It couldn’t tell you the when—only the day. That meant hours, minutes, or fleeting seconds could separate you from the end. For some, it was a mercy. For others, a torment.

Tonight, the city pulses with quiet tension, as it always does. Neon lights flicker against a backdrop of endless skyscrapers, their glass walls reflecting a future built on progress and control. Somewhere, phones buzz softly, notifying their owners of an unchangeable truth: Tomorrow is your last day.

For those who receive the message, there are choices to make. Will they cling to the comforts of routine, pretending the day ahead is like any other? Or will they seek something different—a chance to hold onto life for just a little longer?

Two strangers will soon find themselves asking that same question. Their lives have never crossed before, but by the time tomorrow ends, they will have shared something no one else can understand.

-

5:00 a.m.

The alarm pierces the early morning silence, jolting Hwang Hyunjin awake. With practiced ease, he silences it, sitting on the edge of his bed as he stretches his long arms. His back arches slightly, muscles awakening as he bends forward to gather his thoughts.

The world outside is still cloaked in darkness, but Hyunjin is already lacing up his running shoes. A quick double knot secures them before he presses play on his playlist, music flooding his ears and sharpening his focus.

The crisp, cool morning air greets him as he steps outside. It stings against his skin, but he welcomes it, inhaling deeply as he begins to run. His strides are steady, powerful, each one cutting against the wind. His long, dark hair bounces with the rhythm of his movement, dampened slightly by the early morning mist.

After completing his route, Hyunjin stops by his favorite bakery, where the warm aroma of freshly baked bread envelops him. He orders his usual: a selection of warm pastries and a steaming cup of coffee to go. Back at his apartment, he settles by the window, the city stirring to life beyond the glass. He takes slow bites of his breakfast, sipping his coffee as the first golden rays of sunlight paint the skyline.

It’s moments like this, quiet and unassuming, that he treasures most. They remind him of the beauty in simplicity, grounding him before the demands of the day.

By ten o’clock, Hyunjin arrives at the training center, his focus razor-sharp. He begins with a grueling gym session, pushing his limits to strengthen his arms and back. The burn in his muscles is a familiar companion, one he embraces with resolve. Sweat drips down his chin as he finishes his final set, his determination unwavering.

But this is only the beginning.

Hyunjin steps into the aquatic center, the sharp scent of chlorine filling his lungs. In the locker room, he changes into a sleek pair of swimming briefs.

"How are you feeling, my man?" A friendly pat on his back pulls him from his thoughts.

"Excellent," he replies confidently, catching his reflection in the mirror as he adjusts his swim cap. His friend's grin widens, sensing the energy radiating off him.

"What's your current record?"

"For the 100 or the 200 medley?" Hyunjin asks, slipping the last strands of his hair beneath the cap."You know which one I'm asking."

"47.12." A proud smile curves his lips.

"Bet you can take it to 46 today," his friend challenges, tossing his shoes into his locker.

The words hang in the air, lighting a spark in Hyunjin. He doesn’t need the push—he’s already determined—but the encouragement fuels his fire.

Hyunjin steps onto the pool deck, his reflection shimmering on the surface of the water. Memories of his younger self flicker in his mind, the boy who first discovered the joy of being in the water. Back then, it felt like another world—quiet, weightless, serene.

That love hasn’t faded.

He dips a hand into the pool, splashing the cold water onto the back of his neck. It’s a small ritual, an anchor before the dive. His goggles are snug against his face, a protective barrier between him and the world above.

Hyunjin climbs onto the starting block, his heart steady, his goal clear. He holds the current record in the 100-meter freestyle, but today isn’t about records or accolades. It’s about pushing himself to the edge, chasing a version of himself he’s yet to meet.

The whistle shrieks, and Hyunjin dives.

The water welcomes him, enveloping him in its familiar embrace. Each stroke propels him forward, every kick slicing through the resistance. His body moves in perfect harmony, years of training reducing the act to instinct.

To Hyunjin, the sky isn’t the limit—it’s just the beginning. And soon, he knows, he won’t just swim among the clouds. He’ll soar beyond them.

-

8:02 a.m.

The studio is quiet, save for the soft creak of polished wood beneath your bare feet. Sunlight streams through the high windows, casting long beams across the mirrored walls. You breathe in the familiar scent of resin and faintly worn leather, grounding yourself in this sacred space.

This is how you always start your mornings: alone, warming up in the quiet before the day begins. It’s a small luxury, one you’ve come to cherish in a world that feels anything but certain.

You stand in the center of the room, your reflection poised and still. Slowly, you move through the routine, arms lifting, legs extending, muscles lengthening with every step. The rhythm flows from memory—an old habit, a comfort that never falters.

Then, it happens.

A sharp ping breaks through the silence, echoing off the walls.

You freeze mid-pirouette, your balance wavering. Across the room, your phone sits on the bench, its screen lit up with a single notification. For a moment, you don’t move. It’s not unusual for your phone to chime—messages from parents, reminders for classes—but something about the sound feels heavier this time.

You exhale, lowering your arms. Whatever it is can wait. You’ve always finished what you started, and today will be no different.

You push forward, completing the warm-up with careful precision. The movements are second nature, your body carrying you through muscle memory. But there’s a weight in the air now, and with each step, your focus frays a little more.

Finally, you stop.

The studio falls silent again as you walk toward the bench. Your pulse quickens when you see the notification’s source: Mortem.

You stare at it, your breath catching in your chest. The app sits there, waiting, the message unread. Tomorrow is your last day. Is that what it will say? Or will it be another date, far off in the future?

For a moment, you consider turning away. Dancing has always been your escape, your solace. Maybe one more routine will help you clear your mind.

You step back toward the center of the studio, muscles coiled and ready to begin again. But something stops you. A voice, faint but insistent, whispers at the edge of your thoughts: Face it.

Your hands tremble as you pick up the phone. You swipe the screen, heart pounding in your ears, and open the notification.

Your eyes lock onto the date, and for a moment, everything freezes. Confusion flickers in your chest, followed by the sharp pang of disbelief. You’d told yourself you were ready for this, that the day would come eventually, but seeing it spelled out so plainly shakes you.

And then, as quickly as it came, the chaos fades. You take a deep breath, grounding yourself as you’ve done countless times before. The truth is undeniable, and no amount of fear will change it.

You’ve made your peace with death. You always knew it would come soon. And now, soon is here.

-

3:22 p.m.

Dahlias.

Your mother’s favorite flowers. They stand out vividly against the muted tones of the hospital’s inpatient ward, clutched close to your chest as you make your way to her room.

It started with an ache—sharp and unrelenting—but she didn’t see a doctor until the nausea and loss of appetite became impossible to ignore. Six months ago, the diagnosis came: stage 3 pancreatic cancer. The doctor gave her six months to a year to live, and with every agonizing moment, you’ve come to understand why she wishes the end would hurry along.

But the notification she hopes for never arrives.

“Honey, I haven’t gotten my notification yet,” she mutters the moment you step into her room. Her voice is flat, a mix of irritation and resignation, as her eyes glance at the flowers in your hands.

She’s always irritable after chemo, so you don’t let her tone sting. Instead, you walk to the sink, filling a vase with water.

After the nurse checks her IV and blood pressure, you’re left alone with her. The silence isn’t new, but it feels heavier today.

“They said six months. Why am I still here?” she groans, struggling to adjust her pillow.

You hurry to help, carefully setting the vase of dahlias on the bedside table. They brighten the room immediately.

“They’re beautiful,” she finally says, softening just a little.

“I’m glad you like them,” you reply with a faint smile.

Your mother has always lived with vivacity. She wasn’t one for small dreams; she lived a thousand of them. In her teens, she wanted to be a singer. By her twenties, fashion called her, leading to an internship at a fabric shop. There, she befriended a chef who inspired her to pursue culinary arts. It was during that chapter of her life that she met a classical musician—your father.

And you.

Her dreams shifted then, morphing into family and love, and for years, she poured herself into creating a home filled with warmth. When your father passed, she found a new dream: becoming a florist. She turned it into a thriving business.

Until six months ago.

“Are you eating well?” she asks suddenly, her concern for you breaking through her fatigue.

You nod. “Yes.”

“What did you eat this morning?”

It’s a routine question, part of her new reality where food tastes like nothing. Asking you lets her imagine the flavors she misses.

“I had cranberry ciabatta from the bakery across the street,” you lie gently.

She hums contentedly, closing her eyes. “They make the perfect ciabatta.”

“Mom,” you say softly, taking her frail hand in yours.

“Yes, my darling?”

“What would you cook for your last dinner?” You smile to hold back the lump in your throat.

Her face lights up, pleased by the question. She’s always loved sharing her stories, and now they’re all she has left to give.

“For an appetizer, I’d make eggplant croquettes,” she says with a teasing grin.

“Mom, not the eggplant,” you protest, wrinkling your nose.

Her laugh is weak but genuine. “Okay, okay. How about scampi bruschetta?”

“Now that’s more like it,” you say with exaggerated approval.

She closes her eyes, envisioning her creation. “With thyme and lemon. I’d toast the ciabatta for five minutes—just enough for a crunch—and sear the shrimp with olive oil and a pinch of salt. Then sauté spring onions with thyme, lemon zest, and honey. Acacia honey.”

As she speaks, her voice gains strength, her enthusiasm igniting memories of her former self. Between recipes, she slips in anecdotes, turning her imagined last meal into a tapestry of her life.

You hang on every word because you know these stories matter. They are her, distilled into moments you’ll carry forever.

And yet, the cruel irony doesn’t escape you.

You were supposed to be the one holding her hand at the end, not the other way around. The thought pierces through your heart as you sit there, smiling at her stories. She has spent six months longing for death, only for it to come for you first.

She deserves to rest, to find peace after everything she’s endured. You would have done anything to give her that. But the universe is merciless. It has flipped the natural order, leaving her with the unbearable task of outliving her child.

The injustice of it sits heavy in your chest, threatening to choke you. How is it fair that the one who wants to die must keep fighting, while you—her child—are robbed of the chance to live?

By the time she moves to selecting drinks, her eyelids grow heavy.

“You’re sleepy, Mom,” you whisper, smoothing the duvet around her.

She nods, offering a tired smile. “I’m just a little tired these days.”

You watch her closely, memorizing every line of her face, every glimmer in her weary eyes. “You look beautiful today.”

Her smile deepens, faint but radiant. “I know.”

“You’ve always been beautiful,” you add, unable to stop yourself.

She chuckles weakly. “I look good with cancer, huh?”

You laugh softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face, committing her image to memory.

As you stand to leave, her hand clasps yours, pulling it to her chest. For a moment, it rests there, and just when you think she’s asleep, she lifts her other hand to pat your head.

“You’re a superstar,” she whispers. “I adore you so much.”

Those were her bedtime words to you as a child, and now they hit deeper, wrapping around your heart with bittersweet comfort.

In her eyes, you will always be her child, no matter how much of the world you’ve seen or what you’ve become.

As she drifts to sleep, you kiss the back of her hand, releasing it gently. You take one last look at her before leaving the room.

This isn’t goodbye. It’s not the last mother-daughter moment, either, because in life and in death, she will always be your mother.

For you, death isn’t the opposite of life. It’s simply a part of it.

-

6:16 p.m.

“46.92!”

The words ring out in the humid air of the locker room as Hyunjin’s friend pats his back enthusiastically. They’re both standing under the shower, letting the day’s fatigue wash away.

“I see a gold medal in your near future,” his friend adds, grinning.

Hyunjin can’t stop the smile that creeps onto his face. The thought of victory is intoxicating, the image of standing atop the podium almost tangible. He can taste it—sweet, like honey.

“Beers? What do you think?” another teammate calls out as Hyunjin turns off his shower head.

For a moment, he’s tempted. He deserves it, doesn’t he? Breaking his personal record, getting closer to his dream—surely, a small celebration wouldn’t hurt.

But discipline pulls him back. His body is his temple, and the bread he allowed himself this morning was already a rare indulgence.

“Not tonight,” Hyunjin says, his tone polite but firm.

“Next time, then,” his friend replies easily, shrugging it off as he heads for the lockers.

The others filter out, their laughter and chatter fading down the hallway until silence envelops the space. Hyunjin is alone now, drying his damp hair with a towel. He moves methodically, packing his bag, folding his towel, tucking everything neatly into place.

When he pulls out his phone, a cluster of notifications greets him. Most are messages from his teammates—congratulations, plans for the weekend, harmless banter. He skims through them absentmindedly until one notification stops him cold.

It stands out like a blot of ink on an otherwise pristine page.

Mortem: Tomorrow is your last day.

For a moment, Hyunjin forgets to breathe. The locker room feels impossibly quiet, the white noise of the air conditioning fading into nothingness.

He reads the notification again, hoping—no, praying—that he’s misunderstood. But the words remain the same.

Hyunjin’s legs feel unsteady as he forces himself to move, his bag slipping from his shoulder as he stumbles toward the pool. He steps onto the edge, the scent of chlorine sharp in the air. The water is eerily still, reflecting the overhead lights in perfect symmetry.

He looks down at his reflection, and what he sees isn’t the confident, ambitious swimmer who broke his record earlier today.

It’s someone hollow. A boy with dreams just out of reach, crushed under the weight of a cruel truth.

His fists clench at his sides as anger rises in his chest, hot and unrelenting.

“FUCK YOU!” he screams, his voice tearing through the silence, reverberating across the chamber.

The sound ricochets off the walls, rippling across the surface of the water. His reflection distorts, breaking apart into fragments before settling again, unfamiliar and unkind.

They say death comes at the right time. A gentle visitor, arriving only when it’s supposed to.

But that’s a lie.

It doesn’t care about dreams or sacrifices. It doesn’t care that Hyunjin has spent years of his life in pursuit of one thing, pushing his body and mind to their limits.

It doesn’t care that he’s so close.

And now, when victory is within his grasp, it will take everything away.

He closes his eyes, chest heaving as he fights to steady his breathing. The rage doesn’t subside—it sits in his chest, a molten core of grief and frustration.

Hyunjin knows there’s nothing he can do to stop what’s coming. But for tonight, he lets himself curse the unfairness of it all, his voice echoing into the void until there’s nothing left but silence.

For Hyunjin, death is a thief.

-

7:22 p.m.

Alcohol is never your first choice. You’re not a fan of the bitter aftertaste or the burn as it slides down your throat. But tonight, you need something to dull the ache.

Your phone lies face-up on the bar, the notification glaring at you like a cruel joke. It’s accompanied by offers—a funeral service arrangement, a hotline for counseling.

You stare at the screen, unsure how to even begin processing it all. Sadness feels too small a word for the heap of emotions weighing you down. Beneath the sorrow lies a sliver of joy at the thought of not having to endure another day. And beneath that, a fragile sense of relief that it will soon be over.

How do you explain that to anyone? How do you untangle that mess of feelings, let alone share them with a therapist?

The bartender doesn’t ask. He doesn’t need to. Your sadness is written all over your face.

An hour passes, your drink long since gone, and you finally decide to leave. The bartender approaches, not with the check but with a bottle in hand.

“Here,” he says, taking your empty glass away.

You blink at him, confused. “I’m ready to pay—”

“I’m not taking your money,” he interrupts, pouring liquid from three different bottles into a pair of shot glasses with precise movements.

It clicks belatedly in your mind—some unspoken gesture, one you wouldn’t have recognized if you didn’t spend most of your nights at home.

“May I ask what this is?” you say, eyeing the amber liquid as he slides the shot glass toward you.

“The Three Wise Men,” he says with a faint smile.

“And who are they?”

“Johnnie Walker, Jim Beam, and Jack Daniels,” he explains, gesturing to the bottles on the counter.

“Ah...” A small laugh escapes you. “Very wise indeed.”

He lifts his shot glass, holding it up in a silent toast. “Ready?”

You hesitate, your hand wrapping around the glass. “Any tips for this?”

“Don’t think. Just swallow.”

You nod, mirroring his stance.

“To the three wise men,” he says.

“To the three wise men,” you repeat, exhaling before tipping the shot back. The liquid burns all the way down, leaving a warmth in its wake.

“Whoo...” the bartender exhales, slamming his glass upside down on the counter.

You mimic him, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “That was…” You pause, laughing nervously. “…something.”

He chuckles, leaning on the counter as his gaze sweeps the bar. “They say you’re either living to die or dying to live.”

The room feels quieter for a moment as his words settle.

He sighs, his voice softening. “But you know what? I only pity the living.”

The statement strikes you in a way you can’t quite articulate. You don’t want to die, not really. But the thought of living, with all its weight, feels far worse.

“Another round?” he offers, holding up one of the bottles.

You shake your head. “No, thank you. I haven’t eaten dinner, so I don’t think that’s… wise.”

“See? You learned from these men,” he teases, capping the bottle with a grin.

You pull out your wallet, sliding a card toward him. “At least let me pay—”

He steps back, hands raised in mock surrender. “Use the money to buy yourself a nice dinner, okay?”

There’s no arguing with him, so you reluctantly tuck your card away. “Thank you,” you say softly, your voice heavier with gratitude than the words can carry.

He nods, his smile kind. “Hey, I needed that shot too.”

You rise from the stool, glancing back as you sling your bag over your shoulder. “Have a great night.”

The bartender is busy with another order, but a few steps later, his voice calls out to you.

“See you on the other side,” he says, raising a hand in farewell.

For a moment, you pause, then nod, offering a faint wave before stepping out into the night.

-

7:45 p.m.

There's nowhere to go.

You’ve been walking aimlessly since leaving the bar, letting your feet lead the way. Your hands are stuffed into your jacket pockets as you stop at a crosswalk, waiting for the light to turn green. The thought of returning to your apartment, where silence lingers like an unwelcome guest, feels unbearable.

You could visit your mother again, but the idea of seeing her only to leave her forever—it's too much to handle.

There are so many things you want to do, yet none of them feel right.

The light finally turns green, and you step off the curb. But before you can take another step, something grabs your shoulders and pulls you back. A motorcycle speeds past, narrowly missing you.

Your mind goes blank. Instead of your life flashing before your eyes, everything shuts down for a moment.

"Come on!" a voice urges. A hand takes yours, pulling you across the street just as the light turns red again.

You don’t realize what just happened until you’re safely on the other side. Someone has just saved you. If they hadn’t stopped you, that motorcycle might have dragged your body halfway down the street.

You turn to look at your savior and freeze. He’s beautiful—stunning, even—and for a moment, you’re speechless.

"Are you okay?" he asks, his voice gentle but tinged with concern.

His words snap you out of your daze, and you hurriedly compose yourself. "Yeah, I’m sorry, I was—"

"No, no, it’s not your fault. That motorcycle ran the light," he interrupts, shaking his head.

Why are you apologizing? You should be thanking him. But when you look at him, the words catch in your throat, so you glance away. "Thank you… for, uh, earlier," you manage to say.

He smiles, and his eyes curve along with it, warm and genuine. But then his next words take you by surprise.

"Your death isn’t today, right? I’m pretty sure it said tomorrow."

You freeze again, alarm bells ringing in your head. How does he know that? You take a step back, suddenly wary.

Realizing he’s scared you, he raises his hands in a gesture of surrender. "I’m sorry—I should’ve explained first."

He lowers his hands and exhales before continuing, "I was in the bar earlier. I accidentally saw the notification on your phone when I was getting my drink. And then I followed you..." He grimaces. "Wait, that makes me sound like a creep."

He stops rambling and pulls his phone from his jacket pocket, tapping the screen until it lights up. He turns it toward you, revealing a notification identical to yours.

His death is tomorrow, too.

"I guess we’re doomed, huh?" he says with a shrug, his tone oddly lighthearted.

You’re at a loss for words, staring at the screen and then at him. How is it possible that someone like him—this beautiful, radiant man—is doomed?

He puts his phone away and looks at you earnestly. "I know this is sudden, and random, and... probably really weird. But do you want to have dinner with me?"

It is sudden, random, and undeniably strange. But as you look at him—this stranger who saved your life—one thought crosses your mind: What’s the worst that could happen?

You’re going to be dead in a matter of hours anyway.

"Okay," you say.

-

08:10 p.m.

The two of you decide to walk to dinner, hands tucked into your jacket pockets, his adjusting his beanie every few steps. He finally breaks the silence as you pass the second block from where you met.

"I'm Hyunjin, by the way," he says.

You glance at him and give your name in return. When you expect the exchange to end, he extends his hand, and you shake it, feeling the chill of his skin against yours. His long fingers, adorned with rings, seem oddly delicate.

"Nice to meet you," he says with a small smile, pulling his hand back to adjust his beanie again.

“So... when did you get your notification?” he asks after a beat.

“This morning,” you reply, freeing your hands from your pockets now that the silence has been broken. “You?”

He tilts his head back slightly, lips pressing into a thin line. “Two hours ago.”

A strange feeling of unease stirs inside you, but he doesn’t let the conversation falter. “How do you feel about all this?”

“All this?” you echo.

He nods, waiting for your response. You search for the words, trying to name the whirlwind of emotions you’ve carried since the moment you opened that notification.

“I feel... alright, I guess.”

Hyunjin stops mid-step, turning to look at you with incredulity. “Alright?”

You shrug, unsure how to elaborate.

“You’re not angry? At all?” His tone sharpens, his brow furrowing in disbelief.

Angry? That hadn’t crossed your mind. There’s an odd peace in accepting what you can’t control, a clarity you never expected. You shake your head. “No.”

His eyes darken, and he mutters, “Well, I am.” He starts walking again, this time faster, his strides growing wide and purposeful.

“I’m livid,” he says through gritted teeth. “If death had a face, I’d punch it.”

You pick up your pace to match his, almost jogging, until he notices and abruptly halts.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his frustration dissolving into concern.

You nod, panting slightly.

He chuckles softly, his eyes crinkling into crescent moons. “Sorry, I tend to walk fast when I’m angry.”

The two of you fall into a slower, more deliberate pace, hands swinging at your sides. You want to ask what exactly makes him so angry, but before you can, he stops again.

“We’re here,” he announces, holding the door open for you.

You step inside and immediately feel out of place. The restaurant is elegant, full of people dressed to the nines. Self-consciousness creeps up your spine, and you spin around to look at him—only to bump into his chest.

“Sorry,” you mumble, looking down.

Hyunjin steadies you with a firm grip on your shoulders. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” you say quietly, stepping back to stand behind him.

“Table for two, please,” he tells the hostess.

She leads you to a table by a large window overlooking the city, the full moon casting a gentle glow over the skyline. As she places menus in front of you, Hyunjin mutters a polite thank-you, his attention already elsewhere.

You glance at him as he removes his jacket, folding it neatly over the back of his chair. He seems unbothered by the setting, completely at ease. He flips open the menu, his eyes scanning the options.

“Any ideas on what to have?” he asks, glancing up at you.

You fumble to open your menu, pretending to read it while avoiding his gaze. Finally, you lean forward and whisper, “Don’t you think we’re underdressed?”

He gasps dramatically, as if your words remind him of something crucial. Tugging off his beanie, his dark hair tumbles down, slightly damp and shiny, framing his small face. He ruffles it quickly, then shrugs.

“Steak? Pizza? Pasta?” he suggests, ignoring your question entirely.

You hesitate. When he offered to take you to dinner, you’d imagined a casual spot, maybe a pizza joint or noodle bar. Not this. And while you’re trying not to think about money, the menu’s prices make your stomach turn.

“I think we should go somewhere else,” you say quietly, your eyes darting over the options.

“Why?”

“It’s... too expensive.”

Hyunjin laughs, low and amused. “Do you think I can’t afford it?”

You shake your head frantically. “No, no, that’s not what I meant—”

“I’m kidding,” he interrupts with a grin. Leaning forward, he drops his voice to a whisper. “Honestly? I can probably only afford a plate of pasta and garlic bread.”

Your eyes widen, but his sly smile makes it clear he’s joking again.

“Good thing we’ve got the pity card,” he says, leaning back with a nonchalant shrug.

You freeze, reminded of the pity card. It’s a small perk that comes with the notification—a free pass to almost anything, covered by taxes. A gesture from the system to say, “Sorry you’re dying soon—here’s a little something.”

But the thought of using it makes your skin crawl.

“No,” you say, shaking your head firmly. “Not the pity card.”

“Why not?”

You struggle to explain. “It just... feels wrong. I don’t want their pity.”

Hyunjin raises a brow. “Who cares? We’ll be dead in a few hours.”

Before you can respond, a waiter approaches to pour water and set down a plate of bread. Hyunjin thanks them softly, then turns back to you.

“It’s not like we’re taking their pity with us to the grave,” he says, lifting his glass. “So, what do you say?”

You glance at the clock on the wall. Four hours left. Soon, none of this—money, pity, pride—will matter.

“We only die once, right?” you say, lifting your glass awkwardly.

Hyunjin laughs, his grin lighting up his face. “We only die once,” he echoes, clinking his glass against yours.

-

8:20 p.m.

You're not much of a conversationalist, so Hyunjin takes it upon himself to break the silence, his curiosity about you driving him forward. He has a myriad of questions on his mind but decides to start simple.

"May I ask what you do?"

His question makes you look up at him, and after a moment's hesitation, you place your hands under the table and answer with a sheepish smile, "I'm a ballet instructor."

The pieces click into place for him—the flowy skirt, black tights, and your hair tied neatly into a bun.

"So, you're a ballerina," Hyunjin remarks, nodding thoughtfully.

"I was," you correct him softly.

He tilts his head, his brows furrowing slightly. "Was?"

"I'm retired," you say briefly, offering another shy smile.

Hyunjin blinks in confusion. Retired? You seem far too young for that. "May I ask why?"

You adjust the cutlery in front of you, your hand steady despite the weight of your words. "I got into an accident a couple of years ago. I badly injured my leg, and the doctor insisted I stop dancing if I wanted to keep walking..." Your voice trails off, and your lips curve into a sad smile as you avert your gaze.

The weight of your story hits him. He can empathize with the sense of loss; after all, his situation is eerily similar. You had to give up your passion because of an accident, while he faces an abrupt end because of the ticking clock. Both of you are here, grappling with the unfairness of it all on what could be your final hours.

"It's like that saying," you continue, "‘Those who can, do. Those who can't, teach.’ So that’s what I’m doing now." You tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear and flash him a reassuring smile, but Hyunjin isn’t convinced. He recognizes the facade; he’s worn it himself.

"And you're not mad about it?" he asks, fully aware he might be treading into private territory.

"I was, for a long time. But eventually, I realized there’s no point in drowning myself in anger."

This time, your smile is different—genuine, even serene. It’s as if you’ve made peace with the cruelty of life, embracing it with quiet strength. Hyunjin admires it, though he knows how hard it must’ve been for you to reach that place.

He takes a breath and shifts the conversation, sensing the need to lighten the mood. "So, you’re teaching at a dance company?"

"A dance academy," you correct him with a nod. "I teach girls between the ages of seven and sixteen."

He can picture it easily—you, guiding a room full of eager young dancers, patient and warm. You probably make their favorite teacher list without even trying.

"And what about you?" you ask, lifting your glass of water for a sip.

"I'm an athlete," he replies.

"Ah..." you murmur, intrigued. "What sport?"

"Take a guess," he says with a playful grin, leaning back in his seat.

Your laughter fills the air, and you give him a once-over, your eyes narrowing as you search for clues. After a moment of deliberation, you venture, "You’re tall and lean so... basketball?."

Hyunjin chuckles, pleased with the compliment but shakes his head. "Nope."

You purse your lips in thought. "Soccer?"

"I like soccer," he admits, leaning forward, "but that’s not it."

You groan in mock defeat, covering your face with your hands. "I’m terrible at this!"

Hyunjin laughs, finding your reaction endearing. "I’m a swimmer," he reveals.

Your eyes widen in surprise. "That’s amazing!"

"I was scouted for the national team," he says, a hint of pride in his voice. "I was supposed to compete this summer."

The realization of his words hits him mid-sentence, and the excitement drains from his face. Summer is two months away—a future he knows he won’t see.

"That’s incredible," you say gently, your empathetic smile offering comfort.

Just then, the waiter arrives with the menus, saving the atmosphere from slipping into melancholy.

"Would you like to order some wine?" the waiter asks, presenting a list.

You scan the menu and suggest, "I think I’ll have white wine."

Hyunjin glances over the options, muttering to himself, "Vanilla and peach... sounds nice."

"Viognier, sir?" the waiter recommends.

Hyunjin looks to you for approval, and your small nod seals the deal. "We’ll have that," he says.

The wine arrives alongside your meals, and the two of you fall into a rhythm of eating, sipping, and conversing between bites.

"How long have you been swimming?" you ask.

"Since I was eight," he replies, pausing to take a sip of wine.

"Wow. I didn’t even realize I wanted to be a ballerina until I was twelve," you admit.

He’s struck by how much more at ease you seem now, whether it’s the wine or simply warming up to him. "What did you want to be before that?"

"A lot of things. An astronaut, a doctor, a ventriloquist..." You pause, your cheeks flushing with a laugh. "A vampire slayer."

Hyunjin bursts into laughter, shaking his head in disbelief. "You really wanted to be everything."

"My mom broke my heart when she said I couldn’t be a vampire slayer," you say, your expression deadly serious.

"Honestly? I’d be sad too," he jokes, grinning.

You lean in, lowering your voice as if sharing a secret. "Then she told me this: ‘It’s okay if you can’t achieve your dream. You can always go back to sleep and live a new dream.’"

Your laughter carries across the table, and Hyunjin smiles faintly, though the sentiment hits too close to home. Finding a new dream is one thing—but having the time to chase it is another entirely.

You finish your meal and dab your lips with a napkin. "The academy I teach at isn’t far from here, just a few blocks away. I actually have to stop by to grab a few things."

You glance at him, your expression soft. "Do you want to come with me?"

The invitation catches him off guard, but the warmth behind it makes it impossible to refuse.

"I’d love to," Hyunjin answers, smiling. For a fleeting moment, he feels less alone in facing the inevitable—because now, at least, he has a friend.

-

09:15 p.m.

"We'd like to pay with this," Hyunjin slides his phone across the table to the waiter.

The waiter studies the screen for a moment. You can see the subtle shift in his expression as realization dawns—Hyunjin's pity card, stark proof of his limited time, is what he offers as payment. The waiter looks back at both of you, his eyes softening, probably assuming this is some kind of farewell dinner.

He forces a smile and says, "We'll process it right away."

Hyunjin raises his eyebrows at you, a small grin tugging at his lips as if to say, Here it comes.

Sure enough, the waiter, taking a step away, turns back around and says solemnly, "We're very sorry."

Both of you burst into quiet laughter, your shared amusement breaking the gravity of the moment.

"That's one!" you tease, raising your coffee cup as if to toast.

When the waiter returns with Hyunjin's phone and the bill, his demeanor is still tinged with melancholy. As Hyunjin signs, the waiter fidgets slightly, clearly wrestling with unspoken words. In the end, all he offers is another subdued, "I'm very sorry."

You glance at Hyunjin with a smirk. "Two," you whisper under your breath.

The waiter departs, but not before the lady at the till calls after you as you're leaving. "Thank you, and we're very sorry."

The moment the door closes behind you, you and Hyunjin burst into unrestrained laughter.

"A hat trick!" he says, shaking his head, his hands tucked into his jacket pockets.

As you stroll to the academy, you find yourselves critiquing the meal like professional food critics, though the details blur in your slightly tipsy haze. The wine stands out—delicious enough that you’d kept asking for refills. Thankfully, the cool evening air helps clear your head by the time you reach the academy.

You unlock the studio door, the faint scent of wood polish and faint traces of rosin welcoming you. The dim overhead lights flicker on, casting a warm glow over the polished floor and mirrored walls. Hyunjin steps inside, his eyes widening as he takes in the space.

"This is where you work?" he asks, his voice tinged with awe.

You nod. "My second home."

Hyunjin walks around the room, his footsteps echoing softly against the floor. He pauses by the ballet barre, running his fingers lightly over the smooth wood. "This place is beautiful," he murmurs.

You smile, setting your bag down. "It has its charm, doesn't it?"

His gaze falls on the wall of framed photos—groups of smiling children in costumes, candid shots of performances. "Are these your students?"

"Yes," you say, walking up beside him. "They’re the reason I still love what I do."

Hyunjin glances at you, his expression soft. "I can see why they'd love you as a teacher."

The compliment catches you off guard, and your cheeks warm. Quickly, you motion to the barre. "Want to try something?"

He raises an eyebrow, intrigued. "Are you offering to teach me ballet?"

"Why not?" you say, grinning. "You’re an athlete. It’ll be fun."

-

10:25 p.m.

You stand in front of him, arms crossed, as Hyunjin tentatively grips the barre. His tall frame looks comically out of place in the elegant studio.

"Okay," you begin, stepping closer. "We’ll start with something simple—a plié."

Hyunjin looks at you skeptically. "A what?"

You laugh softly. "It’s just bending your knees. Easy."

Demonstrating, you lower yourself gracefully, your knees bending outward as your back stays straight. Hyunjin watches, nodding, and attempts to mimic you.

His execution is… not as graceful.

"No, no," you say, laughing, stepping behind him to adjust his posture. "Straighten your back. And don’t forget to keep your heels on the ground."

You place your hands lightly on his shoulders to guide him. The moment your hands touch him, he stiffens, looking up at your reflection in the mirror.

"Relax," you say softly, your gaze meeting his.

He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and finally eases into the position. You step around to face him, studying his form critically.

"Not bad," you tease. "But your turnout needs work."

"What’s that?" he asks, genuinely curious.

You tap his knee gently. "It’s the angle of your legs. Let me show you."

You crouch slightly, your hands brushing his calf as you adjust his stance. He watches you intently, his dark eyes following your every move. When you glance up, you find him staring.

"Something wrong?" you ask, standing upright.

He blinks and shakes his head. "No, it’s just… you’re really good at this."

You chuckle, stepping back. "It’s my job."

Encouraged by your patient coaching, Hyunjin tries another plié. It’s still a little stiff, but he manages to get through it without wobbling.

"See? You’re getting the hang of it," you say, clapping lightly.

"Don’t lie," he says, laughing.

"Okay, you’re still stiff," you admit with a grin, "but that’s expected. Ballet is all about control and precision."

Hyunjin straightens up, rolling his shoulders. "It’s harder than it looks."

"Now you understand why ballerinas are tough," you say, playfully nudging him.

He laughs, the sound light and carefree. "Okay, what’s next?"

You hesitate, considering. "Maybe a pirouette?"

"A what?"

You demonstrate the spin, moving with effortless grace. Hyunjin stares, wide-eyed.

"Yeah, no," he says, laughing nervously. "I’ll break something."

You step closer, placing a reassuring hand on his arm. "I’ll guide you. Trust me."

As you position him for the spin, your hand lingers on his waist. The closeness brings an unexpected tension between you, and for a moment, neither of you moves.

"You ready?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Hyunjin nods, his eyes locked on yours.

"Okay. One… two… three."

He spins—clumsily, of course—but the two of you dissolve into laughter as he nearly stumbles into you. You catch his arm to steady him, the laughter fading as you find yourselves standing mere inches apart.

"Not bad for your first time," you say softly, your hand still on his arm.

Hyunjin smiles, his gaze lingering on you. "Only because I had a good teacher."

-

10:55 p.m.

The quiet of the studio wraps around you like a soft blanket, interrupted only by the faint hum of the overhead lights. Hyunjin leans against the barre, watching you adjust your pointe shoes with practiced precision. The thought has been circling his mind since you both left the restaurant, but now, in this space that seems so deeply a part of you, he can’t hold back his curiosity.

“So…” he begins cautiously, his voice light but uncertain, “how did it happen?”

You pause, looking up at him with a flicker of confusion.

“I mean, your accident,” he clarifies quickly, his expression apologetic, as though he’s afraid he’s overstepped. “If it’s okay to ask.”

A faint smile touches your lips, and you straighten, leaning against the mirror. “Two years ago,” you say softly, the words feeling fragile yet certain, as if the memory lives just on the edge of your voice.

Hyunjin stays quiet, giving you space to continue.

“I was preparing for an audition—Swan Lake,” you say, your eyes shimmering with a mix of pride and pain. “I’d been working on my fouettés for weeks, trying to perfect all thirty-two of them. It was… everything to me.”

He can see it in your expression, the longing for something lost yet deeply cherished.

“The morning of the audition, I was rushing to catch the bus,” you continue, your hand gesturing lightly as though retracing steps from that day. “I was almost out the door when I realized I’d forgotten my shoes—the ones I believed would bring me luck. So, I ran back to get them.”

Your voice falters, and Hyunjin feels a pang of dread, already sensing what comes next.

“When I stepped out of my apartment building, a car came out of nowhere.”

You take a deep breath, your fingers brushing over the edge of the barre. “It wasn’t even going that fast, but the way I fell… My leg took the worst of it. Surgery, physical therapy… the usual.”

Hyunjin swallows hard, unsure what to say. “Do you… regret going back for the shoes?”

A soft, almost bitter laugh escapes you. “Every day.”

The silence that follows feels heavy and fragile, a moment suspended between reflection and grief.

“Can you dance at all now?” Hyunjin asks gently, his voice barely above a whisper, unsure if he wants to hear your answer.

You surprise him by smiling. “Why don’t I show you?”

Standing in the center of the studio, a quiet determination settles over you. The space transforms as you raise your arms, your posture suddenly regal, every movement deliberate and graceful.

“This is the introduction to Black Swan, Act III,” you say, your voice steady. “It’s what I’d prepared for the audition.”

Hyunjin nods, unable to take his eyes off you as you begin to move. You are mesmerizing, every gesture steeped in a passion he can feel even in the silence of the room. But as you transition into the fouettés, he notices the strain in your expression. Your balance falters, your leg wobbles, and before he can call out, you tumble to the floor.

“Are you okay?” Hyunjin rushes to your side, dropping to his knees as you prop yourself up on your elbows.

Instead of answering, you let out a loud, breathless laugh that echoes through the studio. You collapse back onto the polished floor, holding your stomach as the laughter spills out, unstoppable.

Hyunjin blinks, confused at first, but the sound of your laughter pulls him in. A small smile tugs at his lips. “You’re unbelievable,” he mutters, lying down beside you.

The quiet returns, the two of you staring up at the ceiling.

After a moment, you speak, your voice softer now, almost wistful. “Sometimes, I like to think there’s another me out there, one who made it to the audition, who got to live that dream.”

Hyunjin turns his head to look at you. Your expression is calm, tinged with longing but also a quiet acceptance.

“And you know what?” you continue, your voice barely above a whisper. “I’m happy for her and that’s enough for me.”

Hyunjin doesn’t know what to say, so he simply stays beside you, sharing the silence. There’s something achingly beautiful about your acceptance, the way you’ve found peace in the life you have now.

In that moment, he realizes how much strength it takes to smile at what could have been and quietly say, That’s enough.

-

11:13 p.m.

The studio falls into a comfortable silence, the kind that feels like a warm embrace. After a while, you sit up, brushing your hands over the smooth wood of the floor, and glance at Hyunjin lying beside you. He looks peaceful, almost lost in thought, but you can’t help the smile tugging at your lips as an idea forms.

“I showed you my dancing,” you say, breaking the quiet. “Now I want to see you swim.”

Hyunjin’s head turns toward you, his brows lifting slightly in surprise. “You want to see me swim?” he asks, his voice soft yet curious.

You nod, leaning back on your palms. “It’s only fair. I want to see you doing what you do best.”

For a moment, he studies you, as if trying to gauge whether you’re serious. Then, a small chuckle escapes him, and he pushes himself up to sit beside you. “Alright,” he says, a playful smile spreading across his face. “If you really want to.”

He rises to his feet effortlessly and extends a hand to you, his fingers warm and steady as they wrap around yours. With a strong tug, he pulls you up, but the motion catches you off guard, and your body stumbles forward, colliding with his.

Your breath hitches as you find yourself pressed against him, your hands instinctively landing on his chest for balance. Hyunjin’s hands settle on your waist, steadying you, and for a moment, the world feels still again—but this time, it’s charged with something unspoken.

You glance up at him, and your heart skips a beat when you notice his gaze lingering on your lips. The air feels heavier, your pulse quickening under his touch. His expression is unreadable, his eyes soft yet intense, as if caught in a moment of indecision.

Flustered, you look away quickly, stepping back to put some distance between you. “I should, um, clean out my locker first,” you say, your voice slightly rushed. “Then we can go.”

Hyunjin blinks, the spell broken, and his lips curve into a small, understanding smile. “Alright,” he replies simply, his tone easy and light, as though nothing happened.

You turn toward the studio door, your cheeks warm as you try to steady your racing thoughts. Behind you, Hyunjin’s footsteps follow quietly, his presence a steady comfort in the stillness of the room.

-

11:49 p.m.

As the taxi pulls up in front of the aquatic center, Hyunjin is the first to step out. The cool night air brushes against his skin as he circles around to your side, offering his hand to help you out of the back seat. You take it with a quiet "thank you," and he smiles softly in response, his fingers lingering for a moment before he lets go.

Inside, the center is quiet, the fluorescent lights casting a pale glow over the sleek, tiled interior. Hyunjin leads the way, his footsteps echoing lightly in the stillness, but after a few steps, he notices you’re no longer beside him.

He turns around, his brows knitting together in concern. “What’s wrong?” he asks.

You hold up your phone, its screen glowing in the dim light, and his eyes fall to the numbers displayed there. It’s past midnight. The date has turned, and the realization hits him like a weight in his chest—this is it. The day has come.

“It’s today,” you say quietly, your voice steady but tinged with sadness.

Hyunjin studies your face, searching for any sign of fear. “Are you scared?” he asks softly.

You don’t answer right away, your lips curving into a sad smile instead. Then, with a steadying breath, you meet his gaze and say, “Promise me something.”

His heart tightens at your tone. “What is it?”

“If my time comes first,” you begin, your voice cracking slightly, “I want you to move on. Keep going. Finish your day, okay?”

Hyunjin’s chest tightens, his head shaking before you can even finish the thought. “No,” he says firmly, stepping closer to you. “I can’t do that. Not unless you promise me the same thing.”

You hesitate, your eyes glistening under the soft glow of the lights. After a moment, you nod, your voice a whisper. “Okay. We’ll both keep going.”

He takes your hand in his, his grip firm but comforting. “We’ll do it together,” he says, his voice steady and resolute.

You smile at him then, soft and bittersweet, and he feels his heart ache at how brave you are in this moment.

Hyunjin squeezes your hand gently and tilts his head. “So,” he says, a small smile playing on his lips, “do you still want to see me swim, or is there something else you’d rather do?”

You shake your head, a quiet laugh escaping you. “I still want to see you swim,” you insist, your determination making his heart feel lighter.

He chuckles softly, releasing your hand and motioning toward the pool. “Alright then,” he says. “Let’s make this count.”

With that, he turns and walks with you into the aquatic center, the weight of the clock pressing on both of you, but your shared promise holding it at bay for just a little longer.

-

12:07 a.m.

The sharp, unmistakable scent of chlorine stings your nose as you step inside the aquatic center. The lights overhead cast shimmering reflections across the vast, still water, and you pause, taking it all in. The pool is immense, almost intimidating in its size, with the kind of quiet that feels both peaceful and eerie.

You walk to the edge, peering over cautiously. The water glimmers below, deceptively inviting, but as your gaze shifts downward, the sheer depth of the pool sends a chill through you.

“Can you swim?” Hyunjin’s voice cuts through the stillness, pulling your focus to him.

You shake your head, your lips pressing into a tight line. “No,” you admit softly. “I almost drowned once when I was ten. I’ve been afraid of swimming ever since.”

Hyunjin studies you for a moment, his expression thoughtful. Then, with a small smile, he says, “It’s not too late to learn, you know.”

You hesitate, your arms wrapping around yourself. The idea alone sends your pulse racing, the memory of water filling your lungs still too vivid in your mind. “It’s… not that easy,” you mumble, avoiding his gaze.

Hyunjin steps closer, holding out his hand to you. His voice is gentle but insistent. “Come with me. I can teach you how to swim… without the water.”

You glance at his outstretched hand, uncertainty swirling inside you. But the way he looks at you, so patient and reassuring, nudges you forward. Slowly, you nod.

“Alright,” you say, placing your hand in his.

He leads you to a smaller pool, its drained interior revealing its tiled floor. Hyunjin climbs down the ladder first, but the rungs don’t reach all the way to the bottom, and you watch as he drops the last few feet with an easy, practiced grace.

“It’s not so bad,” he calls up to you, extending his arms. “Come on. I’ll guide you down.”

You grip the ladder, your knuckles whitening as you lower yourself carefully. Hyunjin watches you closely, his gaze steady and encouraging. But as you near the bottom, your foot slips on the slick metal.

Your heart lurches as you lose your grip, your body tilting backward into the empty pool.

“Hyunjin!” you cry out, the name leaving your lips instinctively as panic seizes you.

For a split second, the world tilts and blurs, your breath catching in your throat. The feeling of falling stretches out endlessly, your chest tightening with dread. Is this it? Is this the moment everything ends?

The silence in the pool amplifies the rush of your heartbeat, drowning out everything else.

-

12:15 a.m.

It all happens so fast that Hyunjin doesn’t fully register the moment until you’re lying at the bottom of the drained pool, unmoving. A jolt of fear grips him as he rushes to your side, kneeling beside you.

“Hey,” he calls softly, his voice trembling. His hand hovers over your shoulder, unsure whether to shake you or give you space. Your eyes remain closed, and there’s no reaction. For a second, his breath hitches.

Then, just as his chest tightens with panic, you let out a low whine, your hand reaching for the back of your head. Relief crashes over him so strongly that he nearly laughs out loud.

“You scared me!” he exclaims, leaning closer as he gently brushes his fingers against the back of your head to check for any injury. “Does it hurt here?”

You wince but then immediately chuckle, brushing him off. “That would’ve been such an anticlimactic death,” you joke, trying to sit up.

Hyunjin lets out a shaky laugh, torn between exasperation and amusement. “I don’t think I’d recover from that,” he mutters, helping you up. To make sure you’re okay, he holds up three fingers with a mock-serious expression. “Alright, genius. How many fingers am I holding up?”

Rolling your eyes, you swat his hand away, a grin tugging at your lips. “I’m fine, Hyunjin.”

“You sure?” He narrows his eyes, clearly still worried.

“Yes, I’m sure,” you reply, waving him off. “Now, are you going to teach me how to swim or not?”

He laughs and takes a step back, gesturing for you to follow him to the center of the empty pool. “Alright, since you’re so eager. Do you have a swimming style in mind?”

“Uh… backstroke?”

“Backstroke, huh? Fancy choice.” He teases, listing a few others—freestyle, breaststroke, butterfly—all with a playful grin. Shrugging off his hoodie and tossing it to the side, he positions himself in front of you, standing tall and confident.

“Okay,” he says, holding his arms out in front of him. “Rest your back on my arms. I’ll guide you.”

You hesitate, your brows knitting together. “I don’t know, I might be too heavy—”

“Seriously?” He rolls his eyes and interrupts you. “I’m an athlete. I’m strong enough to hold you. Just trust me.”

Still unsure, you eventually take a deep breath and lean back, letting your weight settle onto his arms. His grip is steady, firm, and reassuring.

“See? No problem,” he says, his voice soft now, coaxing you to relax. “Alright, keep your body straight, like you’re floating on water. Flap your arms back and kick your feet forward, just like this.”

You follow his guidance, mimicking the movements, and he begins to move backward, gently carrying you along. It feels so real that for a moment, you let yourself believe you’re actually swimming.

But then your focus drifts as you glance at him—his sharp features illuminated under the pool’s dim lights, the concentration in his expression, the way he looks at you like you’re the only person in the world.

He catches your gaze and quirks a brow. “What?”

Flustered, you quickly look away, and your hand smacks against the tiled wall at the end of the pool. Startled, you sit up.

“Whoa, swimmer!” Hyunjin teases, his laughter echoing in the empty pool. “If this was real, your head would’ve hit the wall instead of your hand.”

You can’t help but laugh with him, the moment so lighthearted and surreal that it temporarily pushes the looming reality of the day out of your mind.

Hyunjin chuckles as your laughter fades, his hand brushing back his damp hair. The glimmer in his eyes is playful, but there’s an undercurrent of something softer, almost protective, as he watches you sit up fully, still smiling from his teasing.

"Alright," he says, crossing his arms. "You’re not bad for someone who’s never been in the water."

You roll your eyes but can’t help grinning. “Thanks to my amazing teacher, right?”

He bows theatrically. “Obviously. Natural talent helps too, but I’ll let you take some credit.”

You shake your head, standing up as you stretch your arms. “Well,” you say with mock seriousness, “now that I’ve impressed you with my not-so-real swimming skills, it’s your turn to show me what you’ve got.”

Hyunjin straightens, his grin widening. “Oh, you want to see me swim for real?”

“Of course,” you reply, stepping aside and gesturing toward the other end of the pool. “How else am I supposed to judge if you’re actually any good?”

He smirks at your challenge, the competitive spark in his eyes lighting up. “Alright, I’ll show you,” he says confidently, already pulling his hoodie back on. “But don’t blink—you might miss how fast I am.”

You laugh, following him as he leads the way out of the drained pool, anticipation bubbling in the air between you.

-

12:55 a.m.

The aquatic center feels almost otherworldly in its stillness, the faint scent of chlorine hanging in the air. When Hyunjin finally reappears, dressed in nothing but his swimming trunks, towel, and goggles in hand, it takes you by surprise. His tall, lean frame seems even more striking now, the hoodie he'd worn earlier having hidden the breadth of his shoulders and the defined lines of his physique.

You catch yourself staring, and before you can stop it, an awkward giggle slips out. Hyunjin tilts his head, confused but amused. "What?" he asks.

Shyly, you admit, "Nothing, I just— I was starting to get creeped out being here all alone when you went to change."

He chuckles softly, walking to the edge of the pool. He crouches to scoop water into his hand, splashing it onto the back of his neck before straightening up.

"I need to warm up first," he says casually. You nod, stepping back to give him space.

Hyunjin drops to the ground and starts doing push-ups, his muscles flexing with each movement. You’re mesmerized despite yourself, your gaze tracing the way his body moves with fluid strength. Feeling the heat creep up your face, you force yourself to look away just as he finishes, bouncing lightly on his feet to shake out his wrists and arms.

"Don’t blink," he says, smirking as he heads toward the pool. "I swim so fast, you might miss it."

Rolling your eyes playfully, you respond with a teasing, "I’ll try to keep up."

Hyunjin dives in, his body cutting through the water with ease. The rhythmic splashing fills the air, and you can’t help but admire him. Watching him move with such precision and grace, he looks almost otherworldly—like a god emerging from the sea as he surfaces and climbs out of the pool.

The sight of water beading on his skin makes you avert your gaze, your heart racing. Grabbing the towel he'd left behind, you hand it to him without meeting his eyes.

"What did you think?" he asks, running the towel over his hair.

"Eh, it was alright," you tease with a grin.

Hyunjin raises an eyebrow at your playful jab but chuckles, grabbing a stopwatch from his things. "Alright, critic. Let’s make it official. Time me this time."

"I don’t know if I’ll get it right," you protest, but he waves your concerns off.

"It doesn’t have to be perfect," he reassures you, securing his swimming cap and goggles. Once he’s ready, he asks, "You ready?"

You move closer to the pool’s edge, holding up the stopwatch. "Ready when you are."

Hyunjin steps onto the starting block, his form taut and focused. You start the countdown, your voice echoing slightly in the vast space. "Three... two... one!"

At the sound of "one," he dives in, and the water comes alive with his movement. Squatting down, you watch intently as he powers through the length of the pool and then back again, his speed almost unbelievable. The closer he gets to the edge, the tighter your grip on the stopwatch becomes.

When his hand finally slaps the wall, you hit the button, exhaling in relief.

Hyunjin surfaces, wiping his face. "What’s the time?"

You glance at the stopwatch, still catching your breath. "Forty-six point six-five," you announce, your voice tinged with excitement.

For a moment, Hyunjin looks puzzled, then his expression lights up. Dropping his towel, he strides over and lifts you effortlessly by the waist, spinning you around.

"Wait—did you break your record?" you ask, half-laughing and half-stunned.

He nods, grinning, but the elation fades quickly. As he sets you back down, his smile dims, his joy giving way to something more subdued.

"Hyunjin, what’s wrong?" you ask, concerned.

He shakes his head, forcing a small smile. "It’s nothing," he murmurs. Without another word, he excuses himself to wash up, leaving you alone with the faint ripples in the pool and a lingering sense that something deeper is on his mind.

-

01:08 a.m.

The hot shower does little to clear Hyunjin’s mind, the cloud of thoughts stubbornly lingering as he dries off and dresses. He sighs, running a towel halfheartedly through his damp hair before giving up and heading out.

The sound of his footsteps echoes softly as he exits the changing room, and he sees you standing by the bulletin board, seemingly engrossed in its contents. At the sound of his approach, you turn, your face lighting up with a soft smile. Hyunjin feels something warm unfurl in his chest—a comfort he hadn’t expected.

“You didn’t dry your hair properly,” you tease gently, pointing to the still-dripping strands clinging to his neck.

He rubs the back of his head sheepishly, and you tilt yours thoughtfully. “How about some hot drinks after this?”

Hyunjin arches a brow, a teasing grin spreading across his face. “Hot drinks, huh? I’ve got just the thing.”

The short walk to his apartment is quiet but companionable, and when Hyunjin opens the door, he apologizes for the small, bare setup. His apartment is modest and practical—one room with everything visible at a glance—but he doesn’t seem embarrassed, just matter-of-fact.

He heads straight for the kitchen, pulling out a bottle of whiskey from a cabinet. “This is what I mean by hot drinks,” he says, smirking as he pours two glasses.

You both take a sip, and the burn of the alcohol draws simultaneous gasps. Laughing, Hyunjin suggests snacks to enjoy the drinks with and disappears back into the kitchen.

While he’s gone, your attention is drawn to a shelf lined with photos, medals, and trophies. You step closer, taking in the collection of memories. There’s Hyunjin on a podium, his face glowing with pride as he holds up a medal; Hyunjin mid-dive, captured in perfect form; Hyunjin smiling so brightly that the photo seems to radiate his joy.

When he returns, balancing a plate of snacks, he pauses beside you, his gaze falling on the same shelf. For a moment, there’s silence, just the two of you standing there, and then Hyunjin lets out a soft sigh.

Hyunjin sets everything down on the small table, but his eyes linger on the shelf filled with memorabilia. The once-vivid memories of his accomplishments now feel distant, like faded photographs of a life that no longer feels like his own.

He steps closer, his gaze tracing over the medals hanging neatly on hooks, the trophies gleaming faintly under the dim light, and the framed photos of him on various winner's podiums. He can almost hear the echo of applause, the feel of a medal being draped around his neck, the weight of victory sitting proud on his shoulders.

But the applause has long since faded, and what hangs over him now is a heavier truth: it will all become nothing.

Hyunjin swallows hard, the realization pressing against his chest like a stone. Every record he broke, every trophy he held high—soon, none of it will matter. No one will remember him or the things he did. The glory, the pride, the recognition—it will all vanish as if it never existed.

He lets out a shaky breath, his voice barely above a whisper. “All of this... it’s meaningless now. Everything I’ve done—it’s nothing. Soon, it’ll all be forgotten.”

The weight of his words fills the room, thick and suffocating. His shoulders slump as he drops his gaze, unable to meet your eyes. For a moment, he feels like the water he’s so accustomed to—a surface rippling with movement, but underneath, a deep void pulling him down.

You stand beside him, quietly taking in his anguish. Finally, you turn to him, your voice steady, a soft but unyielding anchor against the tide of his despair. “I disagree with you, Hyunjin.”

Hyunjin looks at you, surprised by your tone.

“This is... your whole life and it shows that you achieved a lot of great, wonderful things. You can see how far you've become, your triumphs and failures, everything that makes you who you are now,” you say, your eyes locking with his. “And just because the whole world doesn't know how great you are this doesn't mean it's nothing. This is not nothing, this is everything.”

He watches you intently, your words weaving through the storm of his thoughts like threads of light. For a moment, he feels the weight on his chest lift, just enough for him to draw a deeper breath.

It's true that his dream is to make a mark in the world, he wants to be remembered by the world but as he looks at you, Hyunjin realizes that it only takes one person to know what he capable of. He doesn't need the whole world to know that he's great, he only needs one that fully acknowledges him as one.

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01:22 a.m.

Hyunjin's words linger in the air, heavy with vulnerability, and for the first time since meeting him, you realize just how deeply he craves to make a mark on this world. It isn’t just about the trophies on his shelf or the accolades he’s earned—it’s about the story he wants to leave behind, the proof that he existed, that he mattered.

You see it in the way his fingers hover over the medals, in the wistful look in his eyes as they trace the photos on the shelf. For all his confidence and charisma, there’s a quiet fear beneath it all—a fear of being forgotten, of fading into obscurity when his time is up.

“Hyunjin…” you say softly, stepping closer to him. He doesn’t look at you right away, his gaze fixed on a photo of him on a podium, his smile bright but distant, like a memory that no longer feels real.

You hesitate for a moment, unsure of what to say. But then, the words spill out. “You are something and you're a fool for thinking otherwise.”

That catches his attention. He turns to look at you, his expression unreadable, and for a second, you worry you’ve said too much. But then his lips part, as if he’s about to say something, and he stops himself.

Instead, he just looks at you. Really looks at you. And in his eyes, you see something shift—a softening, a quiet acknowledgment of your words sinking in.

You feel your pulse quicken, the air between you charged with something unspoken. “And I know that we'll go into oblivion soon,” you continue, your voice steady but quiet, “but I'm still here and I know, I know how remarkable you are.”

Hyunjin’s gaze doesn’t waver, and for the first time, you see him without the walls he’s so carefully built around himself. He takes a step closer, his hand reaching out as if to steady himself—or maybe you.

“I don’t know if I can believe that yet,” he murmurs, his voice so soft it’s almost a whisper. “But… thank you.”

The way he’s looking at you now feels different—like he’s searching for something, something only you can give him. And as the silence stretches between you, you feel the weight of it shift into something warmer, something that pulls you closer to him without either of you realizing it.

When Hyunjin leans in, it isn’t sudden. It’s slow, deliberate, as if he’s giving you every chance to step back. But you don’t. You hold your ground, your breath catching as his face inches closer to yours.

And when his lips finally meet yours, it’s soft, almost hesitant, like he’s asking a question he’s too afraid to voice aloud. But as you kiss him back, the answer becomes clear. For this moment, at least, he isn’t alone.

Hyunjin pulls back slightly, his forehead resting against yours, his breath warm and uneven against your skin. His eyes flutter open, and for a moment, you both stay there, caught in the stillness of the moment. His gaze searches yours, hesitant but vulnerable, like he’s waiting for something—validation, reassurance, or maybe just the courage to believe in himself.

Before he can say anything, you lean in again, capturing his lips with yours. This kiss is different, deeper, more intentional. You pour everything you want him to know into it—all the words he needs to hear, the things you can’t quite say aloud.

You are something. You are remarkable. You are a wonder, both in the water and outside of it.

Hyunjin responds immediately, his hands sliding to your waist, holding you like you’re the anchor he didn’t realize he needed. You can feel the way his lips tremble slightly against yours, the way his touch tightens just enough to keep you close but not trap you.

Through the kisses, you try to tell him everything you feel. That his achievements aren’t meaningless. That his existence isn’t something that will fade into nothingness. That even in the face of the inevitable, he has already left a mark—on you, on the world, on everyone lucky enough to know him.

His hands move to cradle your face, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks as if grounding himself in this moment, in you. His lips press harder against yours, the kiss turning fervent, desperate, as though he’s trying to absorb every ounce of comfort and affirmation you’re giving him.

You can feel the tension in his body begin to melt away, replaced by something softer, something more vulnerable. The world outside fades, leaving only the two of you in this small, quiet space.

When you finally pull back, it’s not far—just enough to catch your breath. Hyunjin’s eyes remain closed for a moment, his expression unreadable, but when they open, they’re shining with something you can’t quite name. Gratitude, maybe. Hope.

“You’re…” he begins, his voice barely above a whisper. But he doesn’t finish. Instead, he leans in again, his lips finding yours once more, and this time, it feels like a promise.

The two of you melt into each other, the kisses growing slower but no less intense. You lose track of time, caught in the warmth and closeness, as if the weight of the world has lifted, if only for a little while. For this moment, at least, you’re both enough—just as you are.

-

01:52 a.m.

Hyunjin's forehead still resting against yours, his breath warm against your lips. His fingers trail softly down your arms, and his gaze locks onto yours with an intensity that makes your heart race. There’s no hesitation now, no doubt in the way he looks at you, like he’s trying to memorize every detail, every curve, every moment.

Without a word, he cups your face, his touch both gentle and steady, as if grounding himself in you. His thumbs trace slow circles over your cheeks, and you feel your breath hitch as his lips find yours again, softer this time, yet filled with a quiet yearning.

The world around you feels muted, distant, as he leads you toward the bed. The dim light casts soft shadows, and the room seems to shrink until it holds only the two of you.

“You're breathtaking,” Hyunjin murmurs with a low, sultry voice.

"Wait, wait. I'm..." you protest in breathless sighs, your hips arching, lifting off the bed.

He rushes a kiss on your open mouth, his lips graze yours as he says, "Let go. I've got you."

Your abdomen flexes under his arm as you clench around his fingers so hard it nearly pushes him out of you. His cock has never been so jealous than when you begin to come. Your eyes grow big, and your mouth drops open on a silent scream, and your wall clutches around his long, dainty fingers harder with each pulse.

Unreal. Hyunjin says in his head as he looks at you with a pair of big, lustful eyes.

"Look how gorgeous you are, coming on my fingers." He coos, his eyes traveling down your naked body that feels small in his arms. You moan louder in response and he knows he hits his mark.

Eventually, looking is not enough for him so he uses his free hand to touch you. "Look at your eyes, your mouth, your breasts. This soft, soft skin..."

Hyunjin softly smiles at your beauty as you fall apart around him. "So beautiful..."

You're still climaxing and you need this more than he realized. Which means you haven't had it in a while, at least not this good.

"Hyunjin!" You shriek, almost in a panic.

He presses his plush lips to your ear, his breath hot and tickling. "You look perfect like this."

Low moans are spilling out of you, still coming and struggling to breathe through it. Hyunjin curls his fingers and taps you right in the spot in a quick rhythm, and your eyes roll back a little.

"Good girl, keep coming for me. You're doing so well. That's it, be my greedy girl."

When you collapse onto the bed, he ushers you onto his lap, then cradles your spent body in his arms. As soon as he pulls his fingers out, your thighs press together.

"Don't close your legs." Hyunjin rests a hand on your inner thigh, wanting to see every spasm as he tastes your lips. "You're done hiding from me."

You lie side by side, and Hyunjin hesitates for a moment, his hand brushing a strand of hair from your face. His gaze searches yours, as if silently asking for permission, for reassurance. You respond with a small nod, your fingers reaching to trace the curve of his jaw.

When he leans in again, it’s slow, deliberate. His lips move with yours in a rhythm that feels like a conversation, one that needs no words. His hand finds yours, fingers interlacing as he presses you closer, as if trying to erase the space between you.

“At least, we don't have to worry about condoms,” Hyunjin makes a funny remark as he settles himself between you.

A chuckle escapes your mouth in response, your head falls back onto the pillow. “That’s one way to see it!”

Hyunjin lowers his mouth on you, his trail of kisses begin from your ribcage, he goes lower and sideways, placing kisses on your abdomen that tenses as his lips get closer to where you want him the most. He flashes you a sly smile before placing the gentlest of kiss on your clit. As if that isn't enough to make you wet, he lands a few licks between your folds and drags his tongue upward only to swirls it around your clit and finishes it with another kiss on your clit, briefly sucking at it before letting go.

“I'm going in, yeah?”

You nod in consent, opening your legs wider for him and trying not to stare too much as Hyunjin will only stare back at you, and you'll likely crumble under his intense gaze.

“Oh...” you bite back a gasp the second you feel him entering you, just the tip but you can already feel that his size is above average.

Hyunjin props his hands on each side of you, deciding to hover above you as he pushes the rest of his length by motioning his hips. In this proximity, you can see the way his pupils gradually dilated and his eyelids fluttering the more of him being inside you. Overwhelmed, Hyunjin throws his head back and pushes the rest of his cock until he's fully sheathed in your warm, velvety walls.

“Argh...” his moan raw and broken as if something wounded him.

The world feels suspended, reduced to just the two of you and the quiet rhythm of your breaths. His bare skin glows in the dim of the light, the contours of his body sculpted with an almost otherworldly beauty.

As he thrusts into you at a slow, steady pace, you reach up, your fingers tracing the elegant lines of his collarbone, the smooth expanse of his chest. Every touch feels like discovering him for the first time, each detail making your heart ache with something too profound to name.

“You’re staring,” Hyunjin murmurs, his voice soft, almost teasing, though a faint blush colors his cheeks.

“Can you blame me?” you whisper, your voice filled with awe as your fingers trail over the curve of his shoulder. “You’re so beautiful, Hyunjin.”

His lips twitch into a small, shy smile, but his eyes stay locked on yours, filled with an intensity that makes your breath catch. “You make me feel like I’m more than I am,” he says quietly, the vulnerability in his voice wrapping around you.

You shake your head, your hand sliding to the slope of his waist, marveling at how perfectly he fits into the moment, into you. “No,” you whisper. “You’re exactly as you are. And that’s perfect.”

He lowers himself slightly, his long hair brushing against your skin as his lips hover near yours. Your hands continue their exploration, tracing the ridges of his ribs, the softness of his hips, and the strength of his arms as they're now propped in each side of your head.

“You’re not real,” you murmur, your fingertips brushing along his jaw, marveling at how soft yet strong he feels. “You can’t be.”

Hyunjin laughs softly, the sound vibrating through both of you. “I’m real,” he assures you, lowering his lips to brush against yours in a kiss that feels as light as air. “But if I’m not,” he whispers against your mouth, “then I’m glad I get to exist in this moment with you.”

Your hand finds his face, cupping his cheek as you pull him down into a deeper kiss, your body pressing against his as if to anchor him to the earth, to you. And in this moment, as you touch and hold and feel him, you believe in the magic of him, in the impossibility made real, and in the fleeting beauty of this shared, perfect moment.

The rest of the night unfolds in whispers and warmth, every touch and movement filled with quiet intimacy. There’s no rush, no urgency, just the two of you discovering and rediscovering each other, as if this fleeting moment is all that matters.

Eventually, the room falls into a soft silence, broken only by the sound of your breathing. Hyunjin’s arm wraps around you, pulling you into the curve of his body. His hand rests lightly against your waist, his thumb drawing lazy patterns on your skin.

In the stillness, he presses a lingering kiss to the crown of your head. “You’re remarkable too,” he murmurs, his voice low and laced with sincerity.

A small smile tugs at your lips, and you nestle closer to him, your fingers brushing against his. For the first time, the weight of the day seems to lift, leaving only this shared moment, this connection, that feels infinite despite the inevitable.

-

02:59 a.m.

The early dawn filters softly through the curtains, casting a bluish glow over the room as you lay next to Hyunjin, your head resting on his arm while his other hand lazily traces small patterns along your back. His warmth surrounds you, and for a moment, the world feels still and quiet.

With a curious smile, you tilt your head to look up at him. “Hyunjin?” you call softly, your voice breaking the comfortable silence.

Hyunjin turns his head to the side and softly gazes into your eyes. “Yeah?”

“What would your perfect day look like?”

Hyunjin grins, a playful gleam in his eyes. “This,” he says, gesturing to the two of you tangled together under the covers. “Right here, right now. Best way to be found dead.”

You laugh and gently swat at his chest, shaking your head. “Stop saying things like that,” you scold, though the smile on your face betrays your amusement. “I want a serious answer.”

Hyunjin hums thoughtfully, his gaze drifting toward the ceiling as he considers. “Okay,” he finally says. “I’d start the day early, maybe before sunrise. I’d drive to this lake I used to visit when I was younger. It’s peaceful, surrounded by trees, and the water’s always so calm in the morning.” His voice softens as he speaks, a hint of nostalgia coloring his words. “It must be beautiful this time of year.”

You shift slightly, propping yourself up on your elbow to get a better look at him. “Is it far?”

“Not too far,” Hyunjin replies, turning his head to meet your gaze. “About two hours by car.”

A spark of determination lights up in your eyes, and you sit up, pulling the blanket with you. “Then let’s go,” you declare, your voice filled with excitement. “Let’s create a perfect day. It’s the last chance we have, so why not make it count?”

Hyunjin looks up at you, his expression softening as his lips curve into a tender smile. For a moment, he says nothing, just gazes at you like you’ve just handed him the world.

“No, let’s just stay here. It's perfect like this,” Hyunjin says with a sly grin.

You gently slap his chest and whine, hoping to put some senses into him.

Slowly, he sits up, leaning closer until his lips brush against yours in a kiss so gentle it feels like a promise. When he pulls back, his face lingers close to yours, his breath warm against your skin. “Okay. Let’s do it,” he murmurs, his voice low but steady. “Let’s go.”

-

03:25 a.m.

Hyunjin is scribbling something on a piece of paper when you return, holding two bags of snacks and drinks from the convenience store. The way his brow furrows slightly in concentration catches your attention, and you pause for a moment, noticing he's using your red hairtie to tie his hair into a low ponytail and engrossed on writing something on a piece of paper.

You step closer and knock on the windshield, grinning as his head snaps up, startled. His wide eyes make you laugh, the sound light and teasing as you shake your head. He rolls his eyes in mock annoyance but leans over to push the car door open for you.

“Need help with those?” he asks, already reaching for the bags in your hands.

“Thanks,” you say, handing them over as he places them neatly in the backseat.

“Did you get everything?” he asks, glancing at the bags.

You nod. “Yep, all set.” Then, reaching into your pocket, you pull out something small and hold it up. “Oh, and this,” you add with a smile.

Hyunjin tilts his head, curious. “What’s that?”

“For you,” you say, showing him the little star-shaped pin in your hand. “Your reward for breaking your time record today.”

His expression shifts, his gaze softening as he looks at the pin. A smile spreads slowly across his face, and for a moment, he doesn’t say anything.

Without waiting, you lean in and carefully attach the pin to the lapel of his jacket. “There,” you say, stepping back slightly to admire your work. “Congratulations, Hyunjin.”

He looks down at the pin, his smile widening, and when his gaze lifts to meet yours, there’s a playful glint in his eyes. “You're not going to kiss me?” he asks, his voice teasing yet warm.

You let out a soft laugh and lean in, brushing a quick kiss against his lips. But before you can fully pull away, Hyunjin’s hand comes up to the back of your neck, and he pulls you in for another kiss—deeper, slower.

You giggle against his lips, your laughter muffled between you, and he smiles into the kiss before finally pulling back. The warmth in his gaze lingers, leaving you breathless and smiling.

“Alright,” he says, settling back into his seat and starting the car. “Shall we?”

You buckle your seatbelt, excitement bubbling up as you nod. “Ready when you are.”

Hyunjin glances at you, his own excitement mirrored in his expression. “Alright, here we go,” he says, pulling out of the parking lot, the perfect day waiting just ahead.

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04:11 a.m.

The hum of the car fills the air as you and Hyunjin drive down the winding road, the sun rising higher with each passing mile. You’re both relaxed, trading stories and laughing as a small mountain of snack wrappers begins to pile up between you. Hyunjin occasionally glances your way, his smile soft but constant, as if the moment itself feels too perfect to break.

Reaching into the bag beside you, you pull out a can of soda and hand it to him. “Here,” you say, passing it over without thinking.

Hyunjin takes it with one hand, his other still loosely gripping the steering wheel. As he shifts his attention to crack the tab open, the can slips from his fingers. The drink spills across the front of his t-shirt in an instant, cold liquid spreading like a stain across the fabric.

“Ah, shit!” Hyunjin exclaims, pulling the car slightly to the side as you grab a handful of tissues.

“Hold still,” you say, leaning over to help dab at the spill.

Hyunjin laughs, the sound tinged with embarrassment as he attempts to help, both of your hands awkwardly brushing against each other. “You’re worse at this than me,” he teases.

“Hey, it’s your fault for spilling in the first place!” you counter, trying to keep your tone light as you both focus on cleaning up the mess.

But then it happens—Hyunjin’s attention strays too long from the road, and neither of you notice the dog suddenly darting into the street.

“Hyunjin!” you scream, your voice sharp with panic as your hand instinctively shoots out to grab his arm.

His eyes snap forward, and his body reacts instantly. The tires screech against the asphalt as he slams on the brakes, the force jerking both of you against your seatbelts. The world feels as though it’s spinning for a second, the weight of the abrupt stop pressing hard against your chest.

The car comes to a halt just inches away from the small, trembling dog, its wide eyes staring at you through the windshield.

Your heart is racing, your breaths shallow and shaky as you sit frozen, staring out at the still figure on the road. Hyunjin grips the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white as he exhales a shaky breath.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice low and thick with concern.

You nod numbly, your voice catching in your throat as you try to answer. “Y-yeah. Are you?”

He glances at you, his expression softening when he sees your trembling hands. “I’m fine,” he assures you, though his voice is quieter now, more careful.

The two of you sit in silence for a long moment, the sound of your racing hearts almost audible in the stillness. Then, Hyunjin glances at the dog, who scampers away unscathed, disappearing into the brush.

“I’m so sorry,” he says, his voice cracking slightly as he turns to face you fully.

You shake your head quickly, trying to reassure him. “It’s okay. It’s not your fault,” you say, though the adrenaline coursing through your veins makes your words waver.

Hyunjin’s hand hesitates for a moment before it finds yours, his fingers squeezing gently. “We’re okay,” he whispers, almost as if convincing himself.

You nod again, letting out a shaky laugh. “Yeah, we are.”

As the car slowly starts moving again, the tension lingers, but there’s a quiet understanding between you—a shared moment that feels heavier than words, as if both of you silently acknowledge how fragile this perfect day could have been.

-

05:22 a.m.

The car ride is quiet now, the earlier tension still lingering in the air. Neither of you speak for a while, each lost in your thoughts as the road stretches ahead. The sun begins to crest over the horizon, its warm light spilling across the landscape, painting the morning in hues of gold and soft pink.

You reach for the window switch and roll it down, letting the cool morning breeze rush into the car. It sweeps through your hair, refreshing and light, and you close your eyes for a moment, letting the sensation calm your nerves.

When you glance over at Hyunjin, he’s already looking at you, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. You can’t help but smile back, warmth blooming in your chest despite the chill of the breeze.

“Look at the sky,” you say softly, nodding toward the view. “It’s beautiful.”

Hyunjin tears his gaze from you, his eyes following your gesture. The sky is breathtaking, streaked with the first slivers of sunlight that break through the faint morning mist.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, his voice low and reflective. “It is.”

His hand leaves the steering wheel, searching for yours. When he finds it, he laces his fingers with yours and rests them gently on his lap. His touch is warm and grounding, a silent reassurance that everything is okay now.

Hyunjin keeps his eyes on the horizon, the soft glow of the sun reflecting in his gaze. “It’s beautiful,” he repeats, but this time, his voice is heavier, almost wistful, as if he’s savoring the moment in a way he never has before.

You tighten your hold on his hand, the simple gesture conveying what words can’t. Together, you sit in the quiet, watching the morning unfold, the world outside feeling peaceful and endless as the car moves forward.

-

05:40 a.m.

The car comes to a halt, and you step out into the crisp morning air. Hyunjin joins you, stretching his arms over his head with a satisfied sigh. You glance around, the scent of pine and damp earth filling your lungs as you take in the scenery.

After a short walk, the lake comes into view, and you gasp, unable to contain your amazement. The water is perfectly still, a mirror reflecting the sky and the towering trees surrounding it. The faint golden light of the morning casts everything in a dreamy glow. The trees, just beginning to turn with the season, stand like silent sentinels guarding this little piece of paradise.

“Wow,” you whisper, your voice barely audible over the soft rustling of leaves.

Hyunjin looks at you, his smile growing at your reaction. He reaches for your hand and takes it, his fingers warm and steady against yours. “Come on,” he says, leading you toward the water’s edge.

The two of you stop just where the land kisses the lake. You peer down at the water, its surface so calm it feels like stepping into a painting.

“It must be freezing,” you say, giving Hyunjin a wary glance.

He narrows his eyes playfully. “That’s what makes it perfect for a morning swim.”

You shake your head firmly, taking a step back. “No way.”

Hyunjin laughs, undeterred. “Trust me. Once you’re in, it’s not that bad.”

You laugh nervously, shaking your head again. “Hyunjin, I still can’t swim, remember?”

His expression softens, and he takes both of your hands in his. “And I told you— No worries, I’ll hold you.” His tone is earnest, his dark eyes unwavering.

Despite your protests, he’s relentless, coaxing you closer to the edge until you’re standing there, shivering slightly in your underwear. You grip his hand tightly, trying one last time to dissuade him.

“Hyunjin, I’m serious—”

Before you can finish, he sweeps you off your feet, his arms locking around your waist. You let out a startled squeal, clinging to him instinctively.

“Hyunjin, don’t you dare—”

But it’s too late. He steps into the water, pulling you with him. The cold shocks your body the second you make contact, and you scream, the sound piercing through the stillness of the lake.

Hyunjin doesn’t stop until the two of you are submerged waist-deep. You’re clinging to him for dear life, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, your legs curling up to avoid the icy water.

“See? It’s not as bad as you think,” he says, his voice light with amusement as he looks down at you.

Your teeth are chattering, and you tighten your hold on him. “You’re right,” you say through gritted teeth. “It’s worse than I thought it would be.”

Hyunjin throws his head back and laughs, his warm breath misting in the cool air. The sound is infectious, and soon you’re laughing too, your voices echoing across the serene lake.

He then adjusts your arms around his shoulders and gives you an encouraging look. “Hold on tight,” he says, his voice warm with reassurance. You do as he says, gripping him as he begins to move through the water with ease.

The cold from earlier feels less harsh now, your body gradually adapting to the temperature. As Hyunjin swims farther from the shore, you cling to him, feeling the strength in his movements as he effortlessly cuts through the water.

“Not so bad now, huh?” he teases, glancing over his shoulder.

You roll your eyes but can’t help a small smile. “I’m still debating.”

When he slows down, you notice just how far you’ve come from the shore. The lake stretches around you, a perfect circle of serenity framed by towering trees. Hyunjin turns to face you, still holding you securely as you float together.

“Relax,” he says, his voice softer now. His hands guide you gently, helping you stay afloat. You take a deep breath and allow yourself to loosen your grip, trusting him.

The stillness of the moment washes over you as you look around. The world seems to fade away, leaving only the two of you suspended in the calm water under the open sky. The reflection of the trees and clouds ripples gently with every movement.

“Still as bad as you think?” Hyunjin asks, a playful glint in his eyes.

You shrug, pretending to be unimpressed. “It’s... alright, I guess.”

Hyunjin bursts out laughing, his joy infectious as it echoes across the lake. He leans in slightly, his arms finding their way around your waist. Before you can react, he pulls you down with him, both of you plunging beneath the surface.

The cold water shocks you as it rushes over your head, and you instinctively hold your breath. A moment later, you break the surface, gasping for air.

“Hyunjin!” you sputter, wiping water from your face. “What was that for?”

He’s already laughing, his wet hair plastered to his forehead. “You should’ve seen your face!”

You glare at him, about to launch into a scolding, but he interrupts by cupping your face in his hands and pulling you into a kiss.

Your protest dies on your lips, muffled by his. You try to hold on to your indignation, muttering complaints against his mouth, but his kiss is too warm, too insistent. Eventually, you give in, melting against him as his laughter hums through the connection.

When you finally pull away, Hyunjin grins at you, water dripping from his face. “Still want to complain?”

You shake your head, a smile tugging at your lips despite yourself. “You’re lucky I can’t swim away from you right now.”

“Exactly,” he says, leaning his forehead against yours. “That’s why I had to bring you out here.”

The water is cold, but in this moment, surrounded by the beauty of the lake and the warmth of Hyunjin’s arms, you’ve never felt more alive.

-

06:21 a.m.

The sun climbs higher into the sky, warming your skin as you sit on the smooth rocks by the shore, your clothes drying slowly in the gentle breeze. Hyunjin’s jacket is draped over your shoulders, a welcome layer against the cool air still lingering from your swim. You glance at him and murmur your thanks, to which he responds with a small, warm smile.

Opening a can of soda, you take a sip, the drink now lukewarm but refreshing nonetheless. You tilt your head toward Hyunjin. “So, what’s next on your perfect day itinerary?”

Hyunjin sets his can down and grins, his eyes lighting up with boyish excitement. “There’s this diner I used to go to. It’s not too far from here. They make the best waffles.”

“Waffles, huh?” you ask, raising a brow, though his enthusiasm already has you smiling.

“They’re amazing,” he insists, his hands gesturing animatedly. “Crispy on the outside, fluffy on the inside, with this maple syrup that’s just—” He sighs in exaggerated bliss, making you laugh.

“Alright, alright,” you say, holding up your hands. “I’m sold. Waffles it is.”

Hyunjin chuckles and shifts closer, his hand reaching up to brush a damp strand of hair from your face. His touch is gentle, his fingers lingering for a moment before he tucks the strand behind your ear. Without a word, he leans in, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that’s soft and slow, like the morning sun warming your skin.

When he pulls back, his smile is tender, and it makes your heart ache. “I'm glad I met you.”

“Me too,” you say back while placing your hand on his and hold it tightly.

The sunlight hits right on Hyunjin’s eyes, making them shine as he stares at you. You know you've only known him for barely a day but Hyunjin knows things most people doesn't know about you. He knows your prefers your flowers to be red than blue, he knows your dreams you never say out loud but you secretly wish to come true and that makes you feel significant to him as he is significant to you. You believe that is how Hyunjin going to make a mark on you.

“I’m going to take one more lap around the lake before we go,” he says, his voice quiet yet certain.

You nod, but before he can move, you catch his wrist, pulling him back toward you. This time, it’s you who closes the distance, pressing a kiss to his lips. It lingers, a silent plea that feels like it’s carrying the weight of everything you can’t say aloud. You wish for more time—just one more day, one more perfect morning.

Hyunjin seems to sense it, his fingers brushing softly against your cheek as he gazes at you, a bittersweet smile tugging at his lips. He leans in to press a featherlight kiss to your lips before pulling away completely.

“Don’t worry,” he says with a wink, his voice lighter now. “I won’t take too long.”

As you watch him dive back into the water, the sunlight catching on the ripples he leaves behind, you feel a fleeting, impossible sense of forever. For this moment, at least, Hyunjin makes you believe that forever is within grasp.

-

06:51 a.m.

The warmth of the morning sun wraps around you, its gentle rays brushing against your damp skin. The sky is alive with soft hues of gold and blue, a masterpiece unfolding before your eyes. Overhead, a flock of birds glides effortlessly, their formation cutting gracefully through the stillness. For the first time in what feels like forever, you allow yourself to marvel at it all—the simplicity, the beauty, the life you’ve taken for granted.

But the moment fractures.

You glance toward the lake, expecting to find Hyunjin slicing through the water, to hear the rhythmic splashes that have become so familiar. Instead, there is only silence. The lake mirrors the sky, undisturbed, serene, and empty.

A flicker of unease takes root in your chest. You scan the shoreline, your gaze darting to every shadow, every ripple. The stillness feels wrong now.

“Hyunjin?” you call out, your voice tentative, breaking the quiet.

No answer.

You step closer to the edge, the cool rocks pressing into your bare feet, your heart beginning to pound against your ribcage. “Hyunjin,” you try again, louder this time, but the name hangs in the air unanswered.

The warmth of the morning sun seems to mock you now, its gentle rays brushing against your damp skin as the sky stretches overhead, a canvas of soft gold and endless blue. The flock of birds that once felt like a sign of life now drifts aimlessly, their formation a cruel reminder of how fragile everything truly is.

You glance toward the lake, expecting to find him slicing through the water, his laughter echoing in the stillness. Instead, there is only silence. The lake reflects the sky perfectly, undisturbed, as if it had swallowed him whole and left no trace.

Your chest tightens. “Hyunjin?” you call out, your voice soft at first, hesitant to break the quiet.

No answer.

You step closer to the edge, the rocks digging into your bare feet as your pulse quickens. “Hyunjin,” you try again, louder this time, your voice trembling. But the name dissipates into the air, unanswered.

A flicker of unease blooms into full-blown panic. You scan the water frantically, your eyes darting across every ripple, every shadow. “This isn’t funny!” you yell, your voice rising with desperation. “If you’re hiding, just stop it and come out!”

Still nothing.

Fear grips you like a vice, and before you can stop yourself, you wade into the water. The cold seeps through your skin, biting and relentless, but you don’t care. You splash forward, the ripples spreading around you, as though trying to reach him through sheer force of will.

“Hyunjin!” you scream, your voice cracking under the weight of your fear. “Answer me!”

The water clings to you, dragging you down as if conspiring with your helplessness. You tread forward a little more, but you can’t go far. Your feet leave the ground, and you freeze, paralyzed by the sudden depth. You try to push forward, but your body resists—muscles locking up with the knowledge that you can’t swim.

Frustration and panic mix into a volatile cocktail in your chest. You slap the water with your hands, gasping for breath, tears streaming as you scream his name again.

“I can’t do this! Hyunjin!” you cry out, the words breaking apart into sobs. The lake offers no comfort, its silence an unbearable void. You flail for a moment, trying to search the surface, but every movement feels futile.

You cling to the thought of him, to his smile, his laughter, the warmth he carried with him like a shield against the world. But now, that warmth feels so far away, unreachable in the depths of the water.

“Hyunjin!” you cry again, weaker this time, the weight of your helplessness pressing down on you. You force yourself back toward the shore, stumbling onto the rocks as you collapse to your knees, breathless and shaking. “Please, don't— don't leave me...”

The water stills behind you, its surface reflecting the endless morning sky. You look out at it, broken and trembling, your heart refusing to accept what your mind is beginning to believe. It can’t be over. Not like this.

“Hyunjin...”

-

08:01 a.m.

The rocks beneath you feel sharp, unforgiving, but you barely notice. You sit there, knees pulled tight to your chest, your damp clothes clinging to your skin as you watch the rescue team comb through the lake. Every moment stretches painfully, the weight of silence crushing you with each passing second.

Your fingers dig into your arms as if grounding yourself can keep you from unraveling completely. Then, a shout echoes from the water. You see them—a group of rescuers—working together to pull a body from the depths.

Your breath catches in your throat.

They move with careful precision, carrying the body to shore in a black bag. You feel your body trembling uncontrollably as they approach. One of them steps forward, their expression solemn, as they lower the bag in front of you.

"Is this him?" they ask, their voice heavy with the weight of what they know must be unbearable.

You freeze, staring at the zipper of the bag, your entire being screaming to look and yet refusing at the same time. You can’t do it. You can’t see him like that.

But then your eyes catch something—a flash of red against the black. It’s your hair tie, wrapped around his wrist. You had given it to him, smiling at how absurdly adorable he’d looked wearing it. And now, it’s the confirmation you never wanted.

Your breath hitches as tears flood your vision. "It’s him," you whisper, the words breaking apart as they leave your lips.

Slowly, you reach out, your trembling hand finding his through the body bag.

With shaking fingers, you reach at the lapel of his jacket you're wearing and take off the star-shaped pin, the one you had given him just hours ago. It glints faintly in the sunlight, a small reminder of the joy he carried with him. Carefully, you place it in his palm and fold his fingers around it.

"Keep it," you say softly, tears dripping onto the bag. "It’s yours."

It’s cold—his hand is so cold it sends a shiver through you. But you hold it tight, pressing his lifeless hand to your lips. "Wait for me," you murmur, your voice cracking as the tears spill over. "I’ll see you soon, Hyunjin."

You step back as they zip the bag closed, sealing him away from you forever. The sound cuts through the air like a blade, leaving you raw and hollow.

The ambulance arrives, and they load his body inside. You stand there, watching, your hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jacket. As the vehicle pulls away, your fingers brush against something—a folded piece of paper.

Curious and aching, you pull it out and unfold it with trembling hands. It’s his handwriting, messy but unmistakably his. A list of things he wanted to do today.

Swim in the lake.

Watch the sunrise.

Have waffles for breakfast.

Visit the art gallery.

Hot cocoa at the park.

The last line reads, Buy roses for...

Your lips tremble as you remember the promise you’d made to each other—the promise to keep moving forward, no matter who went first. The memory feels like a cruel joke now, but as you stare at his words, something inside you hardens.

You swallow the lump in your throat, your voice barely above a whisper as you say to the empty air, "I’m keeping my promise, Hyunjin."

The ambulance disappears down the road, and you stand there, the morning sun casting long shadows around you. Still, you refuse to believe that Hyunjin’s gone. He is not, he just goes to sleep to live a new dream.

-

09:14 a.m.

You sit in the corner booth of the diner, the same one Hyunjin had gushed about just hours ago. The waffles arrive, golden and drenched in syrup, the butter melting into small pools on the plate. You take a bite, the sweetness coating your tongue, but it tastes hollow. Your chest tightens as you remember how Hyunjin’s eyes had sparkled when he described them to you, as though they were a treasure worth crossing the world for.

Now, it feels like swallowing shards of glass.

The drive back to the city is quiet, the hum of the engine filling the void Hyunjin once occupied. His note sits folded on the passenger seat, a reminder of the day you’re piecing together without him. You glance at it at every stoplight, as if his handwriting might come alive and guide you forward.

Your next stop is the art gallery. You find his favorite painting almost instinctively, a swirling masterpiece of color and emotion. Sitting on the bench before it, you let your mind wander. You picture Hyunjin here, standing with his hands clasped behind his back, his head tilted slightly as he studied the strokes.

"Do you see how the colors bleed into each other?" he would say. "It’s chaotic but still… perfect."

The memory slices through you, and you blink away the tears that threaten to spill.

From the gallery, you walk to a nearby café, the warmth of the cup of hot cocoa in your hands doing little to soothe the chill in your heart. You sit on a bench overlooking the river, the city split in two by its calm flow. The world moves on around you—people walking their dogs, children laughing in the distance—but you’re trapped in stillness.

You think of Hyunjin, of how he was alive and laughing mere hours ago. You think of his voice, his touch, the way he could make the ordinary feel extraordinary.

And now he’s gone.

For the first time, anger stirs beneath your grief. It rises like a storm, raw and uncontrollable. You clench the cup tightly, your knuckles whitening. How could death be so cruel? How could it take someone so vibrant and leave you tethered to feelings that have nowhere to go?

Death is so unfair. It takes the person, but not the love.

-

04:02 p.m.

The world has grown quiet around you, the buzz of the city dimmed to a distant hum as you sit alone on a park bench overlooking the river. The sun dips low in the sky, painting the water with hues of gold and amber. You clutch Hyunjin's jacket tighter around your shoulders, the scent of him still lingering faintly, a bittersweet reminder of everything you've lost—and everything you're about to gain.

The list he left behind is tucked into your pocket, crumpled and worn from your grip throughout the day. You pull it out, scanning the list. There’s only one thing left, unfinished: “Buys roses for…”

He hadn’t finished the sentence. You remember startling him as he jotted it down, and now the incomplete thought feels like a cruel echo. But you know what to do.

You find the nearest florist and step inside, the smell of flowers overwhelming you. "Roses," you tell the florist, your voice quiet but firm. "A bouquet of red roses."

They hand you the bouquet, the petals deep and vibrant, reminiscent of Hyunjin’s flushed cheeks and his soft lips. You trace a fingertip over the delicate blooms before asking for a card.

Sitting at a small table in the corner of the shop, you stare at the blank card. The weight of all you want to say crushes you, an endless stream of emotions that can’t possibly fit onto a single piece of paper.

Still, you write:

For what it’s worth, you showed me that there is such a thing as a perfect day. You made a mark on me, Hyunjin.

Your hand shakes as you finish the words. You close your eyes, taking a deep breath to steady yourself, willing the tears to stay at bay. When you’re ready, you fold the card and slip it into the bouquet.

You stand at the corner of the street, clutching the bouquet of roses close to your chest as you wait for the light to turn. The city hums around you, alive and indifferent, the world moving on as it always does. But your mind drifts elsewhere, carried away by memories.

This was the place you met Hyunjin for the first time. You can almost see him standing there, smiling like the world belonged to him. It feels like a lifetime ago, yet so vivid it could have been yesterday. You replay the moment in your mind, the way he held himself with an effortless grace, the way his eyes met yours and lingered, as if he'd been waiting for you his entire life.

The light changes, and the crowd around you begins to move. Lost in your thoughts, you follow them, stepping onto the street.

A distant sound reaches your ears—a horn blaring, tires screeching—but it feels far away, as if it belongs to another world. By the time you register the rushing car, it’s too late. There’s no time to scream, no time to run.

This is it.

-

06:11 p.m.

The world comes back to you in fragments: the cool roughness of asphalt beneath your body, the distant murmur of voices, the sharp tang of blood in the air. Your vision swims, but when it clears, the twilight sky is the first thing you see.

It’s beautiful, painted in hues of lavender and gold, with the faintest blush of pink at the edges. The sight feels distant yet oddly comforting, like a gentle reminder of where you are—and where you’re going.

Your body is heavy, the pain a dull throb that seems to ebb and flow, fading as the seconds stretch on. You’re dimly aware of the rose petals scattered around you, spinning lazily in the air with every gust of wind. They look like they’re floating, as if gravity itself has softened its grip.

You close your eyes briefly and feel something shift inside you—a strange sense of clarity. This is it. You know it, feel it in your very bones. This is your ending.

But there’s no fear. Instead, a deep, resounding calm washes over you, carrying with it the promise of reunion. Hyunjin’s face fills your mind, vivid and bright, his laughter echoing in your ears, his touch still lingering on your skin.

You force your eyes open again, taking in the petals that now rest lightly against your arm, the faint scent of roses mingling with the cool evening air. A soft smile tugs at your lips, even as your breaths come slower, shallower.

Death is not an end, you think. It’s a reunion. It’s a promise kept. It’s my happy ending.

Somewhere in the distance, you hear sirens, but they feel like they belong to another world entirely. You’re beyond that now. Your heart slows, the pain dulls, and in its place is an overwhelming sense of peace.

The light in the sky begins to blur, stars flickering faintly above as if welcoming you home. You can almost feel him, his hand in yours, his voice calling your name like a melody you’ve always known.

Tears slip down your cheeks, but they’re not from sorrow. They’re from relief, from the quiet joy of knowing you’ll see him again, touch him again, love him again.

As the world fades, you exhale one last time, your voice barely a whisper in the wind. “I’m coming, Hyunjin.”

And then there’s nothing but light.

-

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[estxkios]

MIDNIGHT

tomkaulitz x skater!reader

summary: you sneak out with your boyfriend at midnight to smoke. (part two with smut??)

requested - no

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you couldnt fall asleep, youd been sitting upright in bed staring into the wall for what felt like hours. at this point, you want to give up the agonizing game of trying to fall asleep so you look over to your cluttered nightsand and grab your phone off of it. the screen turning on lit up your face in the dark room, all you saw was the time 11:59 pm, until the brightness coming from your phone caused you to squint irritatingly hard, so you flicked on your lamp.

after your eyes adjusted to the light you resumed back to your phone and opened your messages app, not expecting to see anything. except there was something. 4 messages from your boyfriend, tom.

tom : hey, u up? 11:56 pm

tom : can i come over 11:59 pm

tom : are you ignoring me i saw you turn ur light on 12:00 am

tom : fuck it im coming 12:02 am

and right as you read the last message there was a faint tapping on your window, you jolted at the sound, but then connected the dots. it was tom. you gently pulled your curtain to the side, he smiled when you opened the window, his skateboard that was adorned with stickers clutched in his right hand.

"so ignoring my text messages is cool now?" he said, the window screen still unopened. you giggled at his attitude and lifted up the screen so you could hop out. "i was trying to sleep." you huffed as you hit the ground, the leaves crunching under you as your weight hit them. "doesnt look like your sleeping now, schatz." he pulled down you window and the screen as you patted yourself off. "yeah, tom. obviously." you walked over to him and reached in his coat pocket where he usually kept his joints. he lifted his hands above his head jokingly "jeez didnt know sneaking out with you required a search-" you cut him off by wiggling the joint in your hand in front of his face, showing him you were not infact searching his pockets, just borrowing some weed.

"oh." he laughed and took your hand that wasnt holding the joint, "lets get to the park before we start smoking yeah? your parents will smell it"

"oh shit yeah." you shoved the joint in your own pocket and grabbed your skateboard that you kept outside your window for occasions like this. you reached for toms hand and squeezed it as you two walked down your driveway.

when you reached the end of your driveway, you set down your skateboard. setting your left foot lightly on the front of your board. tom mimicked your movements and started to skate ahead of you.

"tom-! wait up!" you whisper-shouted, trying to make sure you didnt notify your parents you were awake.

"catch up loser!" he shouted, going faster than before.

you snorted and started pushing with your right foot, although you were out of breath from the task, you caught up to him in no time

"oh look who caught up!" tom laughed and went even faster than before, he put his right foot back on his board, putting most of his body weight on the left side of his board making a sharp turn to the skate park. you followed close behind.

the only thing that lit up the skate park was one small street light, so you watched as toms blurry figure dipped into the bowl.

you expected him to pop back out on the other side of it, except he didnt. so you shouted, "tom?"

"come down here schätzen!" he called from the bottom of the bowl, his voice echoing off the curved walls of it.

you walked to the edge of the bowl. you couldn't skate down because you would hit tom so you shouted "catch!" before sending your board down to tom, who was sitting down with his legs spread.

"oh- fuck!" he squealed

he quickly grabbed the board before it hit him in the balls. you could not stop laughing. you slid down, shoes scraping the paved walls.

"its not funny." tom said with a stern look.

"oh but it really is!" you giggled and sat next to him at the bottom of the bowl, your legs touching his. you grabbed the joint out of your pocket and put it in your mouth.

tom, knowing the drill, took the lighter out of his pocket and instead of immediately lighting your joint he grabbed your chin

"you're so gorgeous."

you rolled your eyes. but deep inside your stomach was twisting with anticipation, and thanks the darkness that surrounded the two of you he couldnt see your cheeks that were now dusted with a dark pink shade.

he brought the lighter to your joint and carefully lit it, taking one of the many joints out of his pocket and doing the same with his. he took a long draw of his joint and held the smoke in his mouth. his hand reached up to your joint and he took it out of your mouth.

he put two fingers under your chin and got closer to your face. he put his lips near yours but didnt seal the air between you with a kiss, instead, he pulled your mouth open with his thumb and passed the smoke into your mouth.

you breathed in his smoke and inhaled, puffing the rest out of your nose, giggling. you got closer to him and wrapped you arms around his neck. he smiled, touching his forehead to yours, and this time, he did seal the air between you two with a passionate kiss.

[fatummortem]

* important headcanons to consider.

can they use chopsticks : She can, Rose doesn’t use them often, mainly when she’s chilling with Thad over food, just to see if she can push his buttons bcuz it leads to slower eating.

what do they do when they can’t sleep : Drink massive amounts of alcohol, go out to pick a fight, bar fights, bugging a brother, dragging Thad to bars, drag Andi out for skinney dipping

what would they impulse buy at the grocery store: liquor, smokes and knives if they have kitchen knives. Popcorn for entertainment.

what order do they wash things in the shower : " If you’re that desperate, google ‘shower porn’. I’m sure you’ll find something worth watching. No, not of me you perv.”

what’s their coffee order : Black like her soul. Okay seriously I have no idea, Rosie mostly drinks liquor or water. So if she does drink coffee it’s heavily spiked.

what sort of apps would they have on their smartphone : Maps, spotify, youtube, e-mail, whatsapp, twitter, tiktok, any crime fighting apps to stay connected with Super Hero happenings. She needs to now if it’ll be harder to hide bodies ok. The same goes for villains. GPS tracking apps that she’s written herself that will notify her of specific M.O.s, mostly Slade’s.

how do they act around children : Rose will not be violent around kids, unless its training or protection purposes. If anyone sees her around kids they’ll most likely notice the drastic change. Not that it’ll stop her from silently threatening anyone who decides to make a comment on the interaction depending on what it is.

what would they watch on tv when they’re bored and nothing they really like is on : She’s more of a tiktok/youtube surfer than a tv watcher.

tagged by: @symbioteburnout​​

tagging: Anyone who wishes to do it, just tag me so I can take a gander c:

[rosszulorzott]

Times Tech Guild members who power the technology behind mobile push alerts and app and website maintenance at the New York Times walked off the job earlier this week in an ongoing unfair labor practice strike. The strike is the first NewsGuild-CWA work stoppage to coincide with a presidential election day in 60 years and the largest strike of tech workers in modern U.S. history.

Despite being notified of a potential Tech Guild ULP strike months in advance, Times management has failed to meaningfully address tech workers’ key concerns, including remote/hybrid work protections, “just cause” job protections, limits on subcontracting, and pay equity/fair pay. Times management has engaged in numerous labor law violations throughout bargaining, including implementing return-to-office mandates without bargaining and attempting to intimidate members through interrogations about their strike intentions, for which the NewsGuild of New York (TNG-CWA Local 31003) has filed unfair labor practices.

“Our union members and bargaining committee have done everything possible to avoid this ULP strike,” said Kathy Zhang, a Senior Analytics Manager at The New York Times and unit chair of the Tech Guild. “They have left us no choice but to demonstrate the power of our labor on the picket line. Nevertheless, we stand ready to bargain and get this contract across the finish line.”

Tech Guild workers are asking readers to honor the digital picket line and not play popular NYT games such as Wordle and Connections, as well as not use the NYT cooking app. You can play strike-friendly versions of Connections, Wordle, and other games here, as well as check out some recipes. Supporters can donate to their strike fund here.

Striking New York Times tech workers have created a “Guild Builds” page dedicated to strike-themed games you can play, including a spin on Wordle, a word search, and the custom Connections I reported on earlier today. As part of its strike announcement on Monday, the New York Times Tech Guild requested that people don’t cross the digital picket line to play the NYT’s daily puzzle games. This collection of five other games offers an alternative if you want to support the striking workers but also do some brain teasers.

[dinoustecch]

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Data Insights: Advanced analytics help you understand user behavior and refine your strategies.

Conclusion

Building your dream fantasy cricket app is a journey that starts with choosing the right developer. A skilled fantasy cricket app developer not only brings your vision to life but also ensures the app is scalable, user-friendly, and profitable. With the right features, cutting-edge technologies, and seamless performance, your app can captivate cricket enthusiasts and carve a niche in the booming fantasy sports industry.

Collaborate with a professional developer today and turn your dream into a reality. Your fantasy cricket app could be the next big thing in the world of sports entertainment!

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Top Features Businesses Need in iOS and Android Apps for Brisbane’s Market

In Brisbane’s vibrant and competitive business landscape, having a mobile app is no longer a luxury; it’s a necessity. Whether you’re a local startup or an established enterprise, your app must stand out and meet the specific needs of Brisbane’s diverse market. To ensure your app resonates with users and adds value to your business, incorporating the right features is key. Here are the top features businesses need in iOS and Android websites in Brisbane’s market.

1. User-Friendly Navigation

Simplicity is crucial for keeping users engaged.

Intuitive Design Brisbane users appreciate apps with clean, intuitive interfaces that make navigation effortless.

Search Functionality Include robust search tools with filters and suggestions to enhance user experience.

2. Localization Features

Catering to the local audience is essential.

Language Options While English is the primary language, apps should accommodate diverse cultural groups in Brisbane.

Geolocation Integration Provide location-based services such as nearby stores, events, or promotions relevant to Brisbane.

3. Online Payment Integration

Convenient payment options are a must for any app dealing with transactions.

Multiple Payment Methods Support credit/debit cards, PayPal, and emerging payment methods like Apple Pay or Google Pay.

Security Features Ensure all payment gateways comply with the highest security standards to build trust.

4. Push Notifications

Keep your users informed and engaged.

Custom Alerts Notify users about special offers, updates, or events happening in Brisbane.

Smart Scheduling Send notifications at times that align with Brisbane’s typical user activity patterns.

5. Social Media Integration

In a digitally connected world, social sharing is vital.

Login Options Allow users to sign up or log in via social media accounts like Facebook, Instagram, or LinkedIn.

Share Features Enable users to share products, services, or achievements directly from the app.

6. Offline Mode

Internet connectivity can be unpredictable, even in urban areas.

Core Features Accessibility Allow users to access essential functions, like viewing previously downloaded content, without an internet connection.

Data Synchronization Automatically update offline data once the user reconnects to the internet.

7. Personalization Options

Apps that adapt to individual user preferences perform better.

Customizable Interface Allow users to adjust themes, layouts, or notification preferences.

AI-Powered Recommendations Use AI to suggest products, content, or services based on user behavior.

8. Sustainability Features

Sustainability is a growing concern in Brisbane.

Eco-Friendly Initiatives Include features that encourage sustainable practices, like tracking carbon footprints or supporting local eco-friendly businesses.

Paperless Receipts Offer digital receipts and invoices to reduce paper usage.

9. Advanced Analytics and Feedback

Understanding your audience is key to improving your app.

Analytics Dashboard Provide businesses with data on user behavior, preferences, and app performance.

Feedback Mechanism Allow users to share their thoughts or report issues directly within the app.

10. Multi-Device Compatibility

Ensure your app works seamlessly across various devices.

Responsive Design Optimize the app for different screen sizes, from smartphones to tablets.

Cross-Platform Syncing Allow users to switch between devices without losing their progress.

Conclusion

To thrive in Brisbane’s competitive market, businesses need apps that are intuitive, localized, and equipped with features that address user needs. By incorporating these must-have functionalities, you can create a mobile app that not only engages your audience but also drives business growth. Whether you’re developing for iOS, Android, or both, prioritizing these features will set your app apart and help you succeed in Brisbane’s dynamic market.

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Seamlessly Elevate Your Online Business: The Power of Ready-Made eCommerce Apps and Mobile Solutions

The keys to success in the fast-paced world of internet shopping are efficiency and agility. In order to stay competitive, businesses need to quickly adjust to the growing demand for simplified purchasing experiences. Ready-made eCommerce apps and eCommerce mobile apps are revolutionary tools that enable companies to prosper in the digital sphere. This essay explores the special benefits of these solutions and how they could revolutionize your company.

The development of online storesOver time, eCommerce platforms have evolved from intricate, custom-coded systems to modular, approachable alternatives. Ready-made eCommerce software, which provides pre-built frameworks to make managing an online store easier, exemplifies this change. Similarly, eCommerce mobile apps cater to the growing mobile-first audience, ensuring businesses remain accessible and relevant in a smartphone-dominated market. Why opt for premade eCommerce applications?

Ready-made eCommerce apps give businesses a quick and affordable route to success online by removing the obstacles associated with traditional development. These apps include essential elements that serve a range of industries, from electronics and fashion to food and services.

  Benefits and key features: quick and simple deployment

Avoid the drawn-out development procedure and open your store quickly. Already configured systems simplify technical issues so you can focus on operations. Adaptable Templates

Customize your storefront with options for easy-to-use designs. Keep your brand identity consistent while allowing for flexible customization. Gateways for Secure Payments

Several safe payment methods will help you earn the trust of your customers. Supporting international transactions expands your clientele. Tools for Inventory Management

Easily automate inventory adjustments and keep track of stock levels. Reduce mistakes and expedite the reordering procedure. Integrations in Marketing

Make use of integrated tools, such as social media integration, email marketing, and SEO optimization. Increase sales and traffic through marketing efforts.

Real-Life Success Stories:

Within three months of launching its ready-made eCommerce app, a tiny boutique noticed a 40% boost in sales. A home décor store was able to save operating expenses by 25% by using already-connected inventory tools.

The crucial function of mobile apps for eCommerce Companies must prioritize mobile-friendly solutions because mobile commerce accounts for a significant portion of online sales. In today's shopping environment, eCommerce mobile apps are essential due to their unparalleled ease of use. Benefits of Mobile Applications:

Better User Experience

Compared to regular websites, mobile applications are quicker and more responsive. Features like tailored product recommendations increase engagement. Push Alerts

Notify clients of order updates, special offers, and new arrivals. Increase retention through pertinent and timely messages. Access Offline

Make it possible for customers to peruse catalogs without an internet connection. Regardless of connectivity, guarantee a flawless shopping experience. Checkout with Just One Click

Utilize saved payment and delivery information to streamline transactions. Reduce cart abandonment to boost conversion rates. Loyalty Initiatives and Incentives

We have incorporated reward schemes to encourage recurring purchases. Create enduring relationships with customers by making tailored offerings. Case Studies: After introducing loyalty awards, a supermarket delivery app witnessed a 50% increase in repeat business. A clothes retailer's mobile app was responsible for a 35% increase in monthly income.

The collaboration between mobile solutions and pre-made apps Combining a mobile app and an eCommerce platform creates a powerful ecosystem that caters to both desktop and mobile users. This dual strategy guarantees consistency and accessibility across all customer touchpoints. Advantages of Integration

Integrated User Interface

Preserve functionality and branding on mobile and online devices. Make the process of browsing and checking out smooth. Increased Reach of the Audience

Take advantage of both desktop and mobile-first consumers. Utilize mobile-driven purchasing habits to access growing markets. Advanced Information Analysis

Learn how customers behave across a variety of channels. Improve marketing tactics by making data-driven choices. Scalability

Expand product lines or handle more traffic with ease. Make your company future-proof by implementing flexible technologies. How to Pick the Appropriate Option Your company's demands and objectives must be carefully considered while choosing the best eCommerce technologies. Take into account the following elements: Usability

Choose platforms with low learning curves and user-friendly interfaces. Personalization

Make sure the solution allows for feature additions and branding flexibility. Integration Proficiencies

Check for third-party tools, CRM, and ERP compatibility. Assistance and Upkeep

Select suppliers who offer consistent updates and dependable customer service. Economicalness

Examine pricing schemes to strike a balance between value and affordability. eCommerce's Future The world of digital commerce is always changing, with innovations like voice commerce, augmented reality purchasing, and AI-driven personalization influencing its course. Businesses can adopt these advances with the help of pre-made eCommerce apps and mobile solutions, which guarantee long-term profitability and flexibility. Conclusion Innovation and adaptability are critical in the cutthroat world of eCommerce. eCommerce mobile apps and ready-made eCommerce apps provide the ideal balance of scalability, cost, and functionality. With the help of these tools, companies can effectively engage customers, build a strong online presence, and promote long-term growth. Don't let traditional development's complications hold you back. Take advantage of these cutting-edge technologies to grow your internet business. Are you prepared to take advantage of the eCommerce future that lies ahead?

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The Science of App Icon Design: Crafting Memorable First Impressions

mobile applications have become a cornerstone for consuming content. Blogs, in particular, have found a thriving home in the mobile ecosystem, where readers seek quick, engaging, and easily accessible material. Designing a mobile app for showcasing the best blog content involves thoughtful planning, user-centric features, and aesthetic appeal. Here’s an exploration of the essential design elements, functionalities, and considerations for creating a compelling mobile app tailored for blog readers.

Understand the Target Audience

Before diving into the design process, it is crucial to understand the needs and preferences of the target audience. Bloggers often cater to niches such as travel, food, technology, fashion, or personal development. 

Key Features to Include

Personalized Feed

An AI-driven personalized feed enhances user engagement. By analyzing user preferences, the app can recommend blog posts aligned with their interests. Categories and tags can also allow users to customize their experience.

Search and Filtering Options

A robust search feature is vital for helping users locate specific blog posts. Add filters like date, popularity, tags, and categories for efficient navigation.

Offline Reading Mode

Offline access allows users to download and read content without internet connectivity. This feature is especially useful for commuters or travelers.

Social Sharing Tools

Enable easy sharing of blog posts on social media platforms. This feature can increase the blog’s reach and attract new readers.

Push Notifications

Notify users about new posts, updates, or trending articles. Personalize these notifications based on user interests to avoid overwhelming them.

Bookmarking and Favorites

Provide users with options to save their favorite articles or bookmark posts for later reading. Organizing bookmarks into folders can add an extra layer of convenience.

3. Design Elements for a Seamless Experience

Intuitive Navigation

The app should have a straightforward and easy-to-navigate interface. Use standard design patterns like a bottom navigation bar or a hamburger menu for simplicity.

Responsive Design

Ensure the app adapts seamlessly to different screen sizes and orientations. A responsive design enhances usability across devices.

Typography and Readability

Select fonts that are legible and visually appealing. Use proper spacing, font sizes, and contrast to ensure a comfortable reading experience, even for lengthy articles.

Visual Hierarchy

Organize content with a clear visual hierarchy. Headlines, subheadings, and images should guide the user’s eye naturally through the content.

4. Monetization Strategies

Subscription Plans

Offer premium subscriptions for ad-free reading, exclusive content, or early access to posts.

In-App Advertising

Carefully integrate ads to avoid disrupting the user experience. Native ads or sponsored content can be less intrusive.

5. Incorporate Analytics for Optimization

Use analytics tools to track user behavior, popular articles, and retention rates. This data helps refine the app’s features and content strategy. A/B testing can also determine the effectiveness of design changes and new functionalities.

6. Accessibility Considerations

An inclusive app design ensures all users, including those with disabilities, can enjoy the content. Key accessibility features include:

Screen reader compatibility.

Adjustable text size and color contrast.

Voice command functionality.

7. Security and Privacy

With increasing concerns over data security, ensure that the app complies with regulations like GDPR or CCPA. Clearly outline privacy policies and protect user data with robust encryption.

8. Testing and Iteration

Thoroughly test the app to identify and fix bugs. Gather feedback from beta users to refine the design and functionality. Regular updates based on user suggestions keep the app relevant and engaging.

9. Marketing and Promotion

Promote the app through social media, email newsletters, and collaborations with influencers. Highlight unique features and offer introductory discounts for premium subscriptions to attract users.

Conclusion

Designing a mobile app for the best blog content requires a perfect blend of functionality, aesthetics, and user-centric features. By focusing on personalization, seamless navigation, and high-quality content presentation, you can create an app that not only showcases blog posts effectively but also fosters long-term reader engagement. With continuous optimization and attention to user feedback, your app can become a go-to platform for avid blog readers.

Devoq Design Company is a renowned UI/UX Design Agency in New South Wales and Victoria, offering exceptional design solutions that elevate digital experiences. With a commitment to innovation and user-centric design, the agency specializes in crafting intuitive interfaces that cater to the specific needs of businesses in these regions. As a leading UI/UX Design Agency in Victoria, Devoq Design Company combines creativity and technical expertise to deliver impactful designs that enhance user engagement and drive success. Whether in New South Wales or Victoria, the agency is a trusted partner for cutting-edge UI/UX services.

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Creating a Logistics App: How to Develop a Game-Changer for the Supply Chain Industry

Logistics is the backbone of many industries, and its complexity has grown rapidly with globalization, e-commerce, and the push for faster delivery times. With the rapid evolution of technology, a well-developed logistics app can significantly streamline supply chain processes, improve efficiency, and optimize resource management. Here’s a look at why developing a logistics app is essential and the steps involved in building one.

1. Understanding the Importance of Logistics App Development

The logistics industry faces challenges such as high operational costs, inefficient route management, limited real-time tracking, and data silos. Logistics apps help overcome these hurdles by providing:

Real-Time Tracking: Enables businesses and consumers to monitor shipments at every stage, offering transparency and improved customer satisfaction.

Inventory Management: Optimizes warehouse processes, keeps track of stock levels, and reduces the chances of overstocking or stockouts.

Route Optimization: Minimizes fuel consumption, saves time, and enhances delivery efficiency by using algorithms to find the best paths.

Data Analytics: Provides insights into operations, identifies inefficiencies, and aids decision-making with reports and analytics.

Seamless Communication: Connects drivers, warehouses, and the back office, ensuring that information flows smoothly and reduces miscommunication.

2. Key Features to Include in a Logistics App

The features your logistics app should include depend on your target audience, whether it’s freight companies, e-commerce retailers, or end customers. Below are some key features to consider:

A. User-Friendly Interface (UI/UX) A clean, intuitive design is crucial for user satisfaction. Ensure your app is easy to navigate, making it simple for users to access essential features without a steep learning curve.

B. Real-Time Tracking and GPS Integration Real-time tracking provides visibility to both customers and logistics managers, ensuring they know the exact location of shipments and vehicles. Integrating GPS and IoT devices can help provide up-to-date information.

C. Route Optimization Algorithms Employ AI and machine learning algorithms to assess real-time traffic, weather, and road conditions to choose the most efficient routes for deliveries.

D. Inventory Management and Warehouse Optimization Include features for automatic stock updates, notifications for low inventory, and tools that enable warehouse managers to track storage and manage stock efficiently.

E. Document Management Enable easy handling of digital documents like shipping manifests, bills of lading, and invoices for seamless data transfer and record-keeping.

F. Push Notifications and Alerts Notify users of important events, such as changes in estimated delivery times, new shipment arrivals, or issues that may affect delivery schedules.

G. Payment Integration Allow for easy processing of payments and billing, integrating with popular payment gateways to facilitate financial transactions between parties.

3. Technology Stack for Logistics App Development

Choosing the right technology stack can make or break your logistics app. Here’s a look at the essential tools and frameworks:

Front-End Development

React Native / Flutter: Cross-platform frameworks for building high-performance mobile apps for both iOS and Android.

Swift (iOS) and Kotlin (Android): Native app development for better performance and deeper integration with the device’s features.

Back-End Development

Node.js or Python (Django/Flask): Powerful for handling real-time data and scalable operations.

Ruby on Rails: Known for quick development cycles and ease of building MVPs.

Database Solutions

MongoDB: NoSQL database ideal for handling large volumes of unstructured data, like sensor readings.

PostgreSQL: Great for complex queries and data integrity.

Firebase: Useful for real-time data synchronization and fast development cycles.

APIs and Integrations

Google Maps API: For route optimization and location tracking.

Stripe / PayPal APIs: For payment processing.

IoT Integration: To connect devices for real-time updates.

4. Steps to Develop a Logistics App

Step 1: Identify Your Target Market and Needs Research your target users and their pain points in logistics. Understanding their needs will help you prioritize the features and functionalities of your app.

Step 2: Create a Roadmap and App Blueprint Outline the core features you want in the app, create wireframes, and develop a prototype to visualize the app before development begins.

Step 3: Choose a Development Approach Decide whether you’ll go for native development, hybrid apps, or a web-based platform. The choice will impact your budget, speed, and user experience.

Step 4: Develop and Test the App Start coding your app while ensuring thorough testing at each stage. This could include alpha and beta testing to refine the app based on user feedback.

Step 5: Launch and Gather Feedback Once the app is live, monitor its performance and collect user feedback for improvements and updates.

5. Best Practices for Developing a Logistics App

Security: Implement robust security measures to protect user data, including SSL encryption and data anonymization.

Scalability: Ensure the app can scale to accommodate an increasing number of users and expanding business needs.

User Support: Provide responsive customer support and a help section for users to resolve issues quickly.

Regular Updates: Continuously update the app based on user feedback and emerging technologies to keep the app relevant.

6. Future Trends in Logistics App Development

The logistics industry is set to undergo further transformation with advancements like:

AI and Machine Learning: For predictive analytics and smarter route planning.

Blockchain Technology: To enhance transparency and trust in the supply chain.

Augmented Reality (AR): To help with warehouse navigation and pick-and-pack processes.

Conclusion

Logistics app development is more than just coding; it’s about understanding industry needs, creating seamless user experiences, and leveraging the latest tech to improve operations. Whether you're building a solution for route optimization or real-time tracking, keeping a user-centric approach and staying adaptable will be key to creating an effective logistics app that can revolutionize the industry.

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Bajaj Chetak EV The Style and Sustainability of the Journey

Presenting the Bajaj Chetak EV, it is not only a scooter but a new green way to get around the city riding. Bajaj has taken the classic Chetak and gone electric while preserving the essence of this scooter; and thus those looking for appliance like, stylish, and easy to ride scooters will be able to get their hands on a sustainable version of this classic scooter.

Classic Look with a Modern Twist

The Chetak EV looks modern but it retains the traditional scooters’ figure with its sleek look made of an all-metal construction. On the one hand, the round headlamp with the retro look of the car, smooth lines; on the other hand the lights LED, display that looks ultra-modern. This is not that kind of scooter beauty that fades as soon as you take it out onto the road; this scooter is built to last, too, and it feels solid and substantial in your hands.

Smooth Rides and Great Range

Another fine feature of the Chetak EV comes from the fact that it glides more than it moves. Equipped with a lithium-ion battery capacity of 3 kWh, this scooter allows you to travel up to 90-95 km by performing all your daily trips in the city on a single charge in ECO mode. Need a bit more power? If you want a little more range, there is also a Sport mode but be aware that the range will be slightly lower.

Charging is super easy too. Charge it at home using a standard power outlet, and the charging is complete in about 5 hours. With charging like that, it means you can have it charged every morning and be ready to go!

Smart Features to Make Life Easy

The Chetak EV is not your ordinary electric scooter; it is smart! The best features include the fact that it has a push button start, making it easier for the driver not to use the physical keys during their ride, and it is equipped with regenerative brakes making it possible for the battery to be charged as the car runs. You can also connect it to the Chetak EV app on your smartphone to locate it, check the battery status, and get notified – all from your phone.

Go Green with Chetak EV

So, not only can you constructively contribute towards conserving fuel but also help the environment by choosing Bajaj Chetak EV. Electric scooters generate no pollutants and that implies that your contribution towards a cleaner surrounding is realized once you ride.

Why Choose the Chetak EV?

If you are looking for a cheap, fashionable and green method of transportation then Bajaj Chetak EV scooter is for you. It has a traditional acute design and is infused with innovation, providing both a look and feel. Therefore, strap up your boots and rev up to go green with Bajaj Chetak EV – for intelligent bike riding! 

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Where Can I Find the Result Today?

If you're looking to check the Fatafat result today, you’re in the right place! Fatafat results are primarily associated with quick lottery draws, like the popular Kolkata Fatafat game. The excitement of these daily lotteries comes from their fast-paced nature, with multiple draws happening throughout the day. Getting the latest result quickly is crucial if you’re an active participant. So, where can you find the Fatafat result today? Let's explore the best and most convenient options.

1. Official Lottery Websites

One of the most reliable ways to find the Fatafat result today is through the official lottery websites. Most regional lotteries, including Kolkata Fatafat, have dedicated websites where they post the latest results. Here’s why using official websites is a good choice:

Accuracy: The results posted on official sites are guaranteed to be accurate and updated in real time.

Easy Access: You can access these websites from any device with an internet connection, making it easy to check the results on the go.

Historical Results: Many official sites also provide a history of past draws, allowing you to analyze patterns and trends.

Simply visit the official website, navigate to the Results section, and you'll find the latest outcomes. Bookmarking these websites will save you time whenever you want to check results.

How to Search for Official Fatafat Websites

To find the official Fatafat results, simply search for phrases like "Kolkata Fatafat official results" on your preferred search engine. This will lead you directly to the most trusted sources.

2. Mobile Apps for Fatafat Results

With the increasing use of smartphones, mobile apps have become one of the most convenient ways to check the Fatafat result today. There are several apps available on the Google Play Store or Apple App Store designed specifically for displaying daily lottery results, including Kolkata Fatafat. Here’s why mobile apps are so popular:

Instant Notifications: Most apps offer push notifications, so you don’t have to keep checking manually. You’ll be notified immediately when a new result is posted.

User-Friendly: Apps are generally designed for easy navigation. You can switch between draws, check past results, and even get number suggestions in some cases.

On-the-Go Access: No matter where you are, you can pull up the Fatafat result in a few taps.

Recommended Apps

Some apps are specifically developed for Kolkata Fatafat, while others cover multiple lotteries across different regions. Look for apps with good reviews and ratings to ensure you're getting accurate and up-to-date information.

3. Local Lottery Retailers and Kiosks

For those who prefer a more traditional approach, local lottery retailers and kiosks are another excellent place to find Fatafat results. Many lottery shops update their boards with the latest results shortly after each draw. Here’s why this method might work for you:

Immediate Updates: If you're already buying your tickets at these locations, checking the results is just as easy. Most retailers have updated boards where they post the winning numbers.

Community Vibe: Many players prefer to check results in a community setting, where they can discuss strategies and outcomes with others.

If you’re near one of these kiosks, it’s worth checking in regularly for updates.

4. SMS and WhatsApp Services

Several regions offer SMS or WhatsApp services to keep lottery players updated with the latest Fatafat lottery results. By subscribing to these services, you’ll receive the daily results directly on your phone without the need to search online or open an app. Here’s why these services are handy:

Convenience: Results are sent straight to your inbox, meaning you don’t even need to check a website or app.

Speed: You’ll typically receive the results within minutes of the draw.

Offline Access: Even if you’re not connected to the internet, you can still get the results via SMS.

How to Subscribe to SMS or WhatsApp Services

To subscribe, visit the official Fatafat lottery website or contact your local retailer to find the correct number or service. Many WhatsApp groups also circulate the results, but be sure to join groups that are trusted and reliable.

5. Social Media and Community Groups

Believe it or not, social media is becoming an increasingly popular way to check the Fatafat result today. Many lottery enthusiasts and pages post results as soon as they’re available. You can find the latest updates on platforms like Facebook, Twitter, and even Instagram.

Active Communities: You’ll find various pages and groups where players actively share tips, strategies, and, of course, the latest results.

Real-Time Updates: Pages dedicated to Fatafat lotteries usually post the results in real time.

Discussion and Analysis: These groups provide a space for players to discuss trends, strategies, and winning patterns, making it a social and informative experience.

How to Find Lottery Groups on Social Media

Simply search for “Kolkata Fatafat Results” or similar terms on social platforms, and you’ll find groups or pages dedicated to updating lottery players. Always follow trusted and verified pages to avoid outdated or incorrect information.

6. YouTube Channels and Live Streams

Some enthusiasts have taken their passion for lotteries to YouTube, where they post videos or even live stream the results of each Fatafat draw. These channels often provide commentary, strategies, and in some cases, daily prediction videos. Here’s why checking Fatafat results on YouTube can be fun:

Visual Updates: Watching a live stream can be more engaging than simply reading numbers.

Expert Commentary: Some channels offer advice on how to pick numbers based on patterns or statistics.

Entertainment: Many YouTube hosts bring energy and excitement to the lottery results, making it an enjoyable way to check the numbers.

How to Find YouTube Channels

Search for “Kolkata Fatafat results live” on YouTube, and you’ll find several channels dedicated to providing up-to-the-minute results and advice. Subscribing to these channels ensures you never miss a draw.

7. Third-Party Websites

Lastly, many third-party websites are dedicated to providing the latest Fatafat results. These websites often cover multiple lotteries, including Kolkata Fatafat, and are updated immediately after each draw. Be cautious, though, and ensure that the websites you visit are trustworthy and updated frequently. Some reasons why people choose third-party sites include:

Comprehensive Results: These websites typically list results for various lotteries, making them a one-stop shop for all your lottery needs.

Historical Data: Many third-party websites offer detailed historical results, which can help players look for trends and improve their number-picking strategy.

Easy Navigation: Third-party websites are often designed for ease of use, allowing players to quickly find the latest results.

Choosing the Right Website

Look for websites that are popular among lottery enthusiasts and have a reputation for accuracy. Some third-party websites even provide additional features like statistical analysis and number-picking advice.

Final Thoughts

Finding the Fatafat hariom lottery result today is easier than ever, thanks to multiple reliable sources, from official websites and mobile apps to local kiosks and social media. With so many options available, you can choose the method that works best for your lifestyle — whether you prefer the immediacy of a smartphone app, the convenience of SMS alerts, or the communal feel of checking at a local retailer. Stay updated, play responsibly, and enjoy the excitement that comes with each new Fatafat draw!

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Why TradingView is a Trader’s Best Friend

If you’re into trading—whether it’s stocks, crypto, forex, or even tracking the price of that obscure commodity your neighbor swears will “go to the moon”—then you’ve probably heard of TradingView. But if you haven’t, let me introduce you to your new best friend. And if you have heard of it, let’s be honest, you’re already hooked. Here’s why TradingView is every trader’s dream platform and why you’ll never look back.

1. It’s Ridiculously Easy to Use

Trading platforms can be intimidating—like they were designed by a supercomputer that assumes you understand quantum physics. Not TradingView! It’s user-friendly, intuitive, and sleek. It feels like it was made for humans. From day one, you can get up and running without needing a PhD in financial jargon.

2. It’s Social. Yes, Really.

Trading can be lonely, but not on TradingView. They’ve turned it into a social experience. You can share ideas, comment on charts, follow your favorite traders, and even get feedback. It’s like the Facebook of trading, but instead of cat videos, you’re checking out smart trades and charting tips. Plus, those who like to show off their chart masterpieces can publish them for others to marvel at (or critique).

3. Multi-Device? Check.

Stuck in traffic? Waiting in line for coffee? Or just lounging in bed? No worries, TradingView is available on your phone, tablet, and desktop. It’s like having your trading desk in your pocket, but way cooler.

4. The Charts are a Thing of Beauty

Let’s face it, traders are obsessed with charts. We stare at them for hours, so they better look good. TradingView delivers. Their charts are not only stunning but also ridiculously customizable. You can tweak colors, add drawings, compare multiple assets—you name it. It’s like the Photoshop of charts. Who said financial data can’t be eye candy?

5. Alerts That Actually Keep You in the Loop

Life happens. You can’t always be glued to your screen. TradingView’s alerts feature is the ultimate life-saver. Set up price alerts, indicator alerts, or custom alerts for just about anything. You’ll get notified instantly via email, SMS, or app push notifications—so you don’t miss out when the market moves, whether you’re on a date or watching the latest episode of that guilty pleasure TV show.

6. It’s Got the Community Vibe

Who says trading has to be a solo sport? TradingView’s community is full of traders, from seasoned veterans to newbies just learning the ropes. They share strategies, charts, and ideas. It’s a great place to not only learn but also to find inspiration. If you’ve ever wanted to connect with other traders without the whole Wall Street intimidation vibe, TradingView is where it’s at.

7. Tools Galore (But Not Overwhelming)

Sure, there are a million and one indicators out there, but TradingView gives you access to more tools than you could dream of, without making it overwhelming. From technical indicators to drawing tools, you have everything you need to craft the perfect strategy. Whether you’re a seasoned pro or just starting out, you’ll find what you’re looking for—without getting lost in a sea of options.

8. Backtesting Like a Pro

Ever had a trading idea but weren’t sure if it would actually work in real life? TradingView lets you backtest strategies so you can see how they would have performed in the past before putting your money on the line. It’s like having a time machine for your trading ideas—minus the awkward ’80s hair.

9. Affordable (and Free Options)

Let’s talk about everyone’s favorite topic: money. TradingView’s free version is loaded with features, so you can get a taste of all the magic before deciding if you want to upgrade. And even the paid plans are super affordable, especially compared to some other pricey platforms that leave you wondering if they come with free stock tips on the side.

10. Data From Everywhere

Whether you’re a fan of stocks, crypto, commodities, or anything in between, TradingView has you covered. They pull in data from multiple exchanges and markets globally, so you’re not limited to a single data source. And that means you can get a more complete view of the market, without jumping between 10 different websites.

Bottom Line: You Need TradingView in Your Life

In short, TradingView is like a Swiss Army knife for traders. It’s packed with features, yet simple to use. Whether you’re a pro looking to fine-tune your strategy or a beginner getting your feet wet, it has something for everyone. So, what are you waiting for? Dive in, and let TradingView become your new trading sidekick. Because honestly, why trade anywhere else when you could be doing it in style?

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Get Ready for a Surprise: Automated Greetings Can Transform Your Indian Salon Experience

In this blog, we’ll explore how automated greetings can transform the Indian salon experience and why it's essential to choose the right salon software for your business.

Why Greetings Matter in the Salon Industry

When a client enters your salon, the first few moments are crucial. A warm, personalized greeting can make clients feel valued, comfortable, and ready for their appointment. This is especially important in India, where hospitality and personal connections are deeply rooted in the culture. But as a salon owner, it can be difficult to give each client the personal attention they deserve—especially on busy days.

This is where automated greetings come into play.

What Are Automated Greetings?

Automated greetings are pre-set messages sent to clients at key touchpoints in their journey with your salon. These greetings can be sent through SMS, email, or even push notifications via your salon’s mobile app. Whether it’s a simple “Welcome to our salon!” when a client walks through the door or a birthday greeting that offers a special discount, automated greetings help maintain a personal touch with minimal effort.

With the right salon software, you can set up automated greetings for various occasions, including:

Appointment reminders

Post-visit thank you messages

Birthday wishes

Loyalty rewards updates

Holiday greetings

How Automated Greetings Enhance Client Experience

1. Make Every Client Feel Special

Clients appreciate being acknowledged, and personalized greetings can make them feel like more than just another booking. Using automated greetings, you can add a personal touch even when you’re not around. For instance, software can automatically send a “Good morning!” message before their appointment, creating a sense of warmth and care.

2. Improve Client Retention

Salon owners in India know that building strong relationships is key to long-term success. Automated greetings allow you to nurture these relationships by staying in touch even after the client leaves the salon. For example, sending a follow-up message thanking them for their visit and asking for feedback shows that you value their opinion and are invested in their experience. This simple action can go a long way in improving client retention.

3. Boost Loyalty with Special Offers

Your salon software can use automated greetings to notify clients about upcoming promotions, loyalty rewards, or exclusive offers. You can wish a client on their birthday and surprise them with a discount on their next visit. Offering such personalized incentives helps to encourage repeat visits and strengthens loyalty.

4. Save Time and Reduce Workload

Manually sending personalized messages to each client can be time-consuming, especially in a busy Indian salon where appointments are packed throughout the day. Automated greetings take this burden off your shoulders. The software handles the messaging while you focus on delivering top-notch service. You can trust the system to deliver messages accurately and on time, ensuring no client feels neglected.

How Salon Software Supports Automated Greetings

The magic of automated greetings lies in having the right salon software. Here’s how salon software makes it easy to implement and manage automated greetings in your salon:

1. Customizable Message Templates

Most salon software solutions offer a variety of pre-made templates that you can customize according to your brand’s voice and the occasion. Whether it’s a festive greeting for Diwali or a friendly reminder for an upcoming appointment, you can personalize these messages to match the tone and style of your salon.

2. Client Data Management

Salon software keeps all your client data in one place, making it easy to personalize greetings. The software knows when it’s your client’s birthday, anniversary, or when their next appointment is due. This data helps create a seamless and personalized experience for each client, enhancing the effectiveness of your greetings.

3. Scheduled and Instant Greetings

With salon software, you have full control over when and how greetings are sent. You can schedule greetings days or weeks in advance, ensuring they arrive at the perfect time. For example, a welcome message can be sent automatically when a client checks in for their appointment or a thank-you message immediately after they leave. Instant greetings ensure that your client never misses that personal touch.

4. Integration with SMS, Email, and Apps

Salon software integrates with various communication channels like SMS, email, and mobile apps. This ensures that your automated greetings reach your clients in their preferred way. It’s all about making it easy for the client to engage with your brand, whether they’re checking their phone for appointment reminders or receiving an exclusive offer via email.

5. Track Performance

Automated greetings aren’t just about sending messages—they’re also about understanding what works. Salon software often includes reporting features that allow you to track how clients respond to your greetings. This helps you optimize your communication strategies over time, ensuring that your messages remain effective and engaging.

Benefits of Using Automated Greetings in Indian Salons

1. Cost-Effective Client Engagement

Automated greetings are an affordable way to engage with your clients on a personal level. There’s no need to spend money on expensive marketing campaigns when a simple personalized message can achieve similar results in terms of client loyalty and satisfaction.

2. Consistency Across Multiple Locations

If your salon operates in multiple locations across India, salon software ensures consistency in client communication. Automated greetings are sent out uniformly across all branches, maintaining the same level of client engagement no matter where they visit.

3. Personalization at Scale

As your salon grows, it becomes harder to maintain a personal touch with every client. Automated greetings allow you to scale personalization, meaning even as your client base expands, each person still feels valued and appreciated.

4. Culturally Relevant Communication

In India, festival seasons and personal celebrations like birthdays or anniversaries are significant. Salon software lets you customize greetings to reflect the festive spirit. Whether it’s sending out warm wishes during Diwali or offering a special discount for Holi, automated greetings help you stay relevant to your client’s cultural context.

Choosing the Right Salon Software for Automated Greetings

To make the most of automated greetings, it’s crucial to choose salon software that aligns with your business goals. Here are a few key features to look for:

Ease of use: The software should be user-friendly and not require extensive training.

Personalization: Look for software that allows you to fully customize your greetings and personalize them according to the client’s preferences.

Automation: Ensure that the software offers a variety of automation options, from scheduling messages to sending instant notifications.

Integration: Choose software that integrates seamlessly with SMS, email, and other communication platforms.

Analytics: Opt for software that provides insights into the performance of your greetings, allowing you to continuously improve.

Conclusion

Automated greetings are a simple yet effective way to elevate your Indian salon experience. By leveraging salon software, you can provide personalized, timely messages that make clients feel valued while saving time and effort. In a market as vibrant and competitive as India, this small change could make a huge difference in how clients perceive your salon.

By embracing automated greetings, you’ll not only enhance client satisfaction but also create a memorable salon experience that keeps clients coming back for more.

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The Effect of Ready-Made Solutions and eCommerce Mobile Apps on Business Development

Mobile commerce, or mCommerce, is more than simply a fad in today's business environment—it is essential. Businesses are increasingly using mobile apps to stay in touch with their customers as mobile phones have become a necessary part of everyday life. Specifically, eCommerce mobile apps give companies the chance to boost revenue, engage customers in real time, and offer a flawless buying experience. But creating a custom app from the ground up may be costly and time-consuming. Ready-made apps for sale come in quite handy in this situation. Businesses, particularly small and medium-sized firms (SMEs), may quickly and affordably create a mobile presence and expand their customer base with these pre-built solutions.

This article examines how ready-made apps are changing how companies approach mobile commerce and the importance of eCommerce mobile apps in the cutthroat market of today. We'll also go over the benefits of using pre-made apps for small and startup companies looking to maximize their mobile sales channels.

Why Mobile Apps for eCommerce Are Essential for Business Success

Businesses must have an eCommerce mobile app in order to succeed given the growing dependence on smartphones for online purchasing. Businesses that use mobile apps differentiate themselves from those that only use websites by offering a more individualized, effective, and user-friendly shopping experience. The main explanations for why eCommerce mobile apps are now essential for company success are listed below.

1. An improved user experience

The better user experience that eCommerce mobile applications provide over mobile websites is a major benefit. Generally speaking, apps are more responsive, quicker, and simpler to use than mobile websites. Consumers can quickly peruse merchandise, make purchases, and check out. The purchasing experience is made more efficient and pleasurable by features like saved preferences, simple login, and instant access to previous orders.

Another significant advantage of apps over mobile websites that rely on a steady internet connection is that they frequently function offline or in low-connectivity settings. These characteristics raise conversion rates and improve consumer satisfaction.

2. Straightforward Communication with Push Alerts

One of the most effective ways for businesses to interact directly with their customers is push notifications. Businesses may promptly notify customers about new products, discounts, limited-time offers, or order updates when they install a mobile app. Push notifications are much more effective in increasing user engagement than emails, which are frequently ignored, because they show up instantly on the user's phone.

Businesses can utilize push notifications to inform clients about their orders, promote deals or promotions, and encourage repeat business. Brand loyalty and consumer relationships are strengthened by this open communication.

3. Customized Purchasing Experience

Businesses can collect information about consumer behavior, preferences, and past purchases by using mobile apps. Marketing campaigns, promotions, and tailored recommendations can be provided using this data. By making customers feel appreciated, a personalized shopping experience boosts customer engagement. Additionally, by providing product recommendations based on past behavior, it helps businesses increase sales.

Businesses have a better chance of keeping customers by providing individualized experiences because consumers are more willing to interact with a brand that knows their wants and needs.

Ready-Made eCommerce Apps: An Affordable and Quick Fix

Custom-built eCommerce apps offer a special answer for particular business requirements, but they can be costly, take a long time to construct, and require a high level of technical know-how. The time and expense required to design a unique app are just too much for many organizations, especially smaller ones. An option is provided by ready-made eCommerce apps, which are pre-built solutions that companies may buy and modify to suit their requirements. Here are some reasons why many firms find ready-made eCommerce apps to be a great option.

1. Fast Deployment and Setup

The quick adoption of pre-made eCommerce apps is one of their key benefits. The creation process for a custom app can take several months, which can postpone the company's capacity to capitalize on current trends or enter the market. Ready-made apps, on the other hand, are usually already set up with necessary functions like shopping carts, product catalogs, and safe payment gateways. As a result, the deployment procedure is simple and rapid.

Instead of waiting months for custom development, businesses can launch their mobile app in a matter of days or weeks. Particularly for companies trying to take advantage of fresh opportunities or seasonal trends, speed to market can be crucial.

2. Economical

Developing a custom software may be expensive, frequently costing thousands or even tens of thousands of dollars. Ready-made eCommerce apps are a less expensive option for startups or smaller companies with tighter resources. These pre-made apps offer an accessible alternative to the expensive upfront expenditures of custom development and are often offered for a one-time payment or through a subscription model.

Businesses can avoid the high expenses of employing developers, designers, and other technical personnel required for custom solutions by selecting a ready-made app. They can instead concentrate their energies on other facets of their company, including inventory control or marketing.

3. Integrated Features

Many of the fundamental functions required to operate an online store, like product listings, customer account administration, payment processing, and order monitoring, are included in pre-made eCommerce apps. Additionally, these apps frequently come with features for evaluating sales data, easily navigable dashboards for product management, and configurable branding templates. Businesses no longer need to invest extra time and resources in creating these features themselves thanks to the built-in functionality.

Additionally, a lot of pre-made apps are scalable, so companies may grow or add new features as their needs change. This adaptability guarantees that the software may expand together with the company.

The Benefits of Using Pre-Made eCommerce Apps for Small Businesses

Small enterprises and startups that lack the funds to spend in custom app development can especially benefit from ready-made apps for sale. These companies may take advantage of mobile commerce's advantages without having to deal with the technical and financial strain of developing an app from the ground up. These solutions are ideal for small organizations for the following reasons:

1. Reduced Prices

Ready-made apps are perfect for small firms with tight budgets because they are significantly less expensive than custom-built ones. Small enterprises can enter the mobile market without breaking the bank thanks to a cheaper initial expenditure.

2. The ability to scale

The needs of small enterprises may change as they expand. As a company grows, it can add new products, enhance functionality, or interact with other tools thanks to the scalable solutions provided by many pre-made eCommerce apps.

3. User-Friendly

The user-friendly interfaces and easy setup procedures of pre-made eCommerce apps are part of their design. Small firms that do not have a dedicated IT staff to handle technical duties can particularly benefit from this ease of use.

In conclusionIn today's mobile-first world, eCommerce mobile apps are crucial for companies looking to thrive. They provide consumers with a tailored, effective, and entertaining purchasing experience, which can boost revenue, foster client loyalty, and raise brand awareness. Ready-made eCommerce apps give small businesses a quick, easy, and cost-effective method to take advantage of mobile commerce without having to deal with the hassles and expensive costs of developing a custom app. Businesses can enhance their mobile commerce strategy and experience long-term growth by choosing the appropriate ready-made app.

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How to Build an App Like Uber: A Comprehensive Guide

The ride-sharing industry has been revolutionized by Uber, setting a new benchmark for on-demand services. Many entrepreneurs and developers are keen to learn how to build an app like Uber. In this article, we'll delve into the essential steps, features, and technologies needed to create a successful ride-sharing app.

Understanding How Uber Works

Before diving into the development process, it's crucial to understand how Uber works. Uber operates on a two-sided marketplace model, connecting drivers with passengers through a seamless mobile application. Here’s a basic overview:

User Request: A passenger requests a ride via the app, specifying their pick-up and drop-off locations.

Driver Match: The app finds a nearby driver and sends them the ride request.

Ride Confirmation: The driver accepts the request, and the passenger is notified with the driver's details and estimated arrival time.

Navigation and Ride: The driver picks up the passenger and follows the GPS navigation to the destination.

Payment and Rating: The passenger pays for the ride through the app, and both the driver and passenger rate each other.

Key Features to Include in an Uber-Like App

To build an app like Uber, you'll need to incorporate several key features for both passengers and drivers. Here’s a detailed breakdown:

Passenger App Features

User Registration and Profile: Allow users to sign up and create profiles using email, phone number, or social media accounts.

Booking Interface: Enable users to book a ride, specifying their pick-up and drop-off locations, and choosing the type of vehicle.

Real-Time Tracking: Integrate GPS tracking so passengers can monitor their ride’s status and driver’s location.

Fare Calculator: Provide an estimated fare based on distance and ride type before booking.

Payment Gateway: Offer multiple payment options, including credit/debit cards, digital wallets, and cash.

Ride History: Allow users to view their past rides and receipts.

Ratings and Reviews: Implement a rating system for passengers to review their ride experience and provide feedback.

Driver App Features

Driver Registration and Profile: Facilitate driver sign-up, including document verification and background checks.

Trip Alerts: Notify drivers of ride requests with passenger details and pick-up location.

Navigation and Route Optimization: Integrate GPS navigation to provide the most efficient route to the destination.

Earnings Tracker: Show drivers their earnings, including detailed trip summaries and payment history.

Availability Toggle: Allow drivers to set their availability status to receive ride requests.

Ratings and Reviews: Enable drivers to rate passengers and view their own ratings.

Technical Stack and Development Process

Building an app like Uber involves several technical components and a systematic development process. Here’s an overview:

Backend Development

Server: Choose a robust server solution like AWS, Google Cloud, or Microsoft Azure to handle user requests and data storage.

Database: Use scalable databases like MongoDB or PostgreSQL to store user data, ride history, and transactions.

APIs: Develop RESTful APIs to manage communication between the client and server, handling tasks like booking, payments, and notifications.

Frontend Development

Mobile App Development: Develop native apps for iOS and Android using Swift and Kotlin, or consider cross-platform solutions like Flutter or React Native.

User Interface: Design a user-friendly and intuitive interface for both passenger and driver apps, ensuring smooth navigation and accessibility.

Real-Time Features

Geolocation Services: Integrate geolocation APIs like Google Maps or Mapbox for real-time tracking and navigation.

Push Notifications: Use services like Firebase Cloud Messaging or Apple Push Notification Service to send trip alerts and updates.

Payment Integration

Payment Gateway: Integrate secure payment gateways like Stripe, PayPal, or Braintree to process transactions.

Fare Calculation Algorithm: Develop a dynamic fare calculation algorithm considering distance, ride type, traffic, and demand.

Testing and Deployment

Quality Assurance: Conduct thorough testing, including unit tests, integration tests, and user acceptance testing, to ensure the app is bug-free and performs well.

Deployment: Deploy the app to app stores (Google Play and Apple App Store) and monitor its performance, making necessary updates and improvements.

Marketing and Launch Strategy

Once your app is developed and tested, the next step is a strategic launch. Here are some tips:

Pre-Launch Campaign: Build anticipation through social media teasers, email newsletters, and partnerships with local businesses.

Incentives: Offer promotions, discounts, and referral bonuses to attract initial users and drivers.

Customer Support: Set up a robust customer support system to address user queries and issues promptly.

Conclusion

Learning how to build an app like Uber involves understanding how Uber works, incorporating essential features for both passengers and drivers, and choosing the right technical stack. By following a structured development process and implementing effective marketing strategies, you can create a successful ride-sharing app that meets market demands and delivers a seamless user experience.

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The Benefits of Converting Your Website to An App With Quickensol

In today's fast-paced digital world, an online presence is essential for any business. While a well-designed website can effectively showcase your brand and services, turning your website into a mobile app can take your business to the next level. At Quickensol, one of India's leading and fastest growing mobile app development companies, we specialize in turning your vision into reality. We use state-of-the-art technology to develop mobile applications that not only meet, but exceed your expectations. Here are some compelling benefits of converting your website to an app with Quickensol.

Improved user experience -

Mobile apps provide a more seamless and intuitive user experience than websites. Apps are designed to be user-friendly, with easy navigation and faster loading. They also offer personalized content and notifications, ensuring that users stay engaged and connected with your brand. By converting your website to an app, you can offer your customers a smoother and more enjoyable experience.

Improved availability -

Since most internet users access online content through their smartphones, a mobile app ensures that your business is always within reach. Apps can be accessed offline, allowing users to interact with your brand even without an internet connection. This constant availability can lead to increased customer engagement and loyalty.

Increased engagement -

Mobile apps can use features like push notifications that can directly notify users of updates, special offers, and important information. This direct communication promotes a higher level of user engagement and interaction with your brand. Additionally, apps can integrate with social media platforms, making it easier for users to share your content and expand your reach.

Greater customization -

Apps offer a higher level of customization than websites. You can customize the app experience to suit different user preferences and behaviors to provide a more personalized experience. This customization can lead to increased user satisfaction and retention because users feel that the app meets their specific needs.

Improved performance -

Mobile apps generally perform better and faster than websites because they store data locally on the device. This local storage means the app can run with minimal lag and provides a more responsive experience. Faster performance can lead to higher user satisfaction and encourage more frequent use.

Use of device capabilities -

Mobile apps can take full advantage of device features such as camera, GPS, accelerometer, and more. This integration can enhance the functionality of your app, allowing you to offer unique features that the web can't provide. For example, a retail app could use the camera for augmented reality shopping, while a fitness app could use GPS to track workouts.

Better security -

Apps offer better security than websites. With advanced security measures such as multi-factor authentication and encryption, mobile apps can ensure that user data is kept safe. This level of security can build trust with your users and encourage them to share more information and engage more deeply with your brand.

Competitive advantage -

In a crowded market, a mobile app can give you a competitive edge. It shows that your business is forward-thinking and ready to meet the needs of modern consumers. An app can differentiate your brand from web-only competitors, attract more customers and retain them more effectively.

Increased income -

Mobile apps can open up new revenue streams for your business. Whether through in-app purchases, subscriptions, or targeted advertising, apps provide various monetization options that can significantly increase your income. In addition, greater engagement and a better user experience can lead to higher conversion rates, leading to higher sales and revenue.

Partner with Quickensol :

At Quickensol, we are committed to turning your imagination into an application. Our team of experienced developers use the latest technologies to create high-quality mobile apps tailored to your business needs. We understand the importance of delivering a product that not only meets your expectations but also provides an excellent user experience. By partnering with us, you can be sure that your mobile app will be innovative, secure and designed to engage your users.

Converting your website to a mobile app with Quickensol offers a number of benefits, from better user experience and engagement to more customization and better performance. Embrace the future of digital interaction and give your business the edge it needs in today's competitive environment. Contact Quickensol today and start turning your vision into reality.

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