Your left/right hand wrote untidy sentence's in time with the teacher, the other concealed beneath the desk up the back. Park Jimin's hand wrote neat sentences behind the class slightly in order to achieve the perfection he wrote, his other hand sat beneath the table, warm in another, grip soft and loving. He smiled cheekily when they evaded the teachers gaze though it was obvious up the back of class that they held hands. People found it adorable, together since day 1, best friends turned partners.
His hand was always soft, gentle in the way he held it with yours, occasionally a soft squeeze would indicate his distaste, sadness or worry, then reassuringly you'd squeeze it back writing on a free page 'what's wrong?' to keep from getting caught.
That was it, every class held soft hand holds and the cutest pair of partners. Hidden not to well from the teachers who'd gaze happily and move on (except that one literature teacher- she hated any romance that had hope for the future).
A daily occurrence that was soon found out to the both of them as appreciated and adored, hold hands beneath the table, they soon started holding hands above it.
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Word count: 202
Date written: 16-07-18
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