5 | Hand

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I've finished my classes earlier than most students and was waiting for Jungkook just outside the school doors.

The guys, Jimin and Taehyung, asked where I was going. I told them that I made a new friend and that I was going out. I didn't tell them who was my new friend.

The mass of students pile out of the school doors and I start searching for Jungkook. My eyes find him 15 minutes later.

Clutching his textbooks tightly to his chest, Jungkook looked down at the ground as he shuffled towards the door, as one of the last students to leave the school. He wore his thin rimmed glasses which I thought looked cute on him. Yeah. Jungkook is cute. He looked incredibly introverted as well. He kept looking down at the ground and didn't look up, he was about to miss me but I called his name.

"Jungkook!" And he looked up, searching for whoever had called his name. "Over here!" I shouted again.

He looked up and locked eyes with me. And smiled a little.

Jungkook walked over to me, "Hey, Yerin. I'm sorry for making you wait for so long." He apologised

"No, no, it's ok, Jungkook. Did anyone hold you back?"

I mean he did look a little down when he came out.

"No, I just scored slightly badly on a test. Please don't worry about me."

"If you say so, Jungkook." I said sounding a bit suspicious. "Anyway, let's stop moping around and go to the arcade!" I say excitedly, hoping to cheer him up. I grab his warm hand and make him run with me.

His hand was warm but it had eventually gotten even warmer. Was I the cause?

I turned my head to face him and smirked a little. "Jungkook, are you ok? You're getting quite warm. Are you sick?"

Jungkook's cheeks flushed crimson and a stuttered a bit, "N-no. I-it's just that we're run-running and my pulse is raising. Th-that's all."

"Oh" I realised that we were still slightly running. All I could think about was the soft, warm hand that I was holding. "Sorry. I didn't realise we were still running." I chuckled and slowed down. I was still holding on to his hand.

Did I want to let go?

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08|05|18

I'm so slow, dammit.

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