Our hands lie next to each other's, fingertips almost touching. This is what we've come to. So close, yet we'll never be close enough.
❛❛ If it was so wrong, then why did it have to feel so right? ❜❜
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Park Jiyeon's plans for her last summer...
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이┃ ❛❛ What a nice mixture of intimidating and cute. ❜❜
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At some time in the middle of the night, I wake up. For no reason whatsoever.
The only thing that greets me at this awakening is the moonlight that floods in through the window and the breeze that accompanies. I take a few minutes to close my eyes and let the coolness of the summer night seep through my body, straight to my soul.
Sure, being wrapped up in blankets in winter is nice, but being one with the silence that lies deep within summer is something else.
After lying still for a while, I accept the fact that I would not be getting sleep any time soon. And so, I get up from bed, search for the book I last read and leave my room.
When I get out into the dark hall, it's nothing but quiet. I walk down the stairs slowly and make my way to the kitchen. Taking out a bottle of cold water from the refrigerator, I take long sips before putting it down on the counter. The kitchen feels, for some reason, a lot more welcome than my room and I turn on the light before sitting down on one of the counter stools.
Just as I've put on my glasses, I hear a voice from behind me.
"You couldn't sleep, either?"
Jeongguk's voice scares me out of my wits, making my heart beat so fast I wouldn't be surprised if it burst out of my chest. It takes me a while to breathe properly and generate a reply, and even then, it's just a messy array of words ── "I woke up. And couldn't fall back asleep."
He walks up to me and sits on the stool beside mine. "I see." Taking the bottle from the counter, he gulps down what's left in it, not a single bit bothered by the fact that my mouth was around it seconds ago.
"Want me to get you another one?" I offer.
He shakes his head. "I'm good."
I turn back to the book in my hand, trying to ignore the fact that he's sitting only a foot away from me. For the next two minutes, neither of us says anything. When he shifts, I assume he'll be getting up to leave.
Instead, he pulls his stool closer to mine and turns to me.
"By any chance," he says, "are you nervous about something?"
I put the book down. "What makes you think that?"
His eyes trail down my body. "You're just very... tense."
I don't reply, but look away as red creeps into my cheeks because of the way he does it without hesitation.
"Oh, does the closeness make you uncomfortable?" He questions as he pushes his stool a bit away from mine.
His voice is so child-like for a moment that I find myself smiling a little. "No, it's fine. I'm good."
"That's better. Makes you look a lot prettier." He smiles, pointing to my own. "With no intention of saying you don't look pretty when you're not smiling."
