Satiated | Yoonseok

-7-

We hold hands secretly on the bus.
Your fingers are intertwining with mine, the nervous sweat dripping from the middle of your palms as you grip my hand tightly.

Never let me go, you said.
It was a promise I was willing to keep.

Every bump and shake of the bus teetering and sliding on the icy, gravelly road only seemed to bring our fingers closer together, synthesising and merging into one.

The winter sky was clear in wanting to drive us apart, yet it only seemed to strengthen the magnetic force that the universe was begging us to find. 

Your thigh covers the secret of our fingers, keeping my hand warm. With every breath, I hear the shakiness slowly escape your lips as you find the words that are good enough to leave your mouth.

I know that I have already told you this but I love you, you said to me.

I uttered back those dreaded four words that were supposed to keep our relationship intact.

I said, I love you too.

I do love you, Jung Hoseok.

I want this to last, longer than the cold winter days that seem to hold us together.