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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칠 ┃ ❛❛ You're different. ❜❜
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The days pass by all-too-quickly after Dad's departure. The exhaustion of taking classes every alternate day slowly makes summer not feel like summer. And that is an absolute horror.
As I find myself standing at the doors of a long awaited weekend, meaning I have somehow survived the week, I feel ecstatic entering the house in the afternoon, just thinking about sleeping till late.
And then I see Jeongguk.
He opens the door with his signature smirk, reminding me again that not only did I tell him about my struggles regarding perfection, he also knows a list of my freaking kinks.
This is not what I signed up for.
"Welcome back," he greets in a cheery tone. "How was your day?"
"Good until now."
"How cruel."
"Funny coming from a guy who teases me whenever he can because he accidentally found a list of my kinks."
"More like you handed them to me, but fair enough." He plops down on the couch beside me. "Here you go." Jeongguk hands me a handkerchief, probably because I'm covered in sweat due to the humid weather.
"Thanks." As I wipe my forehead with it, I notice something embroidered in the corner. An orange flower with the letters JK.
"Your initials," I remark.
"And my birth flower. The tiger lily," he explains. "My mom sewed it for me when I was five. I've been carrying it ever since."
"Aww." I can't help but grin. "That's actually cute."
He chuckles shyly. "It means a lot to me. I don't let people even touch it."
Honestly, this guy changes from hot to cute and back again faster than the wifi of the house.
"But you let me wipe my sweat with it," I point out.
"You're different."
My heart leaps a little. Again, this is not what I signed up for.
His figure suddenly feels a lot closer than it had a second ago. "Where's Jimin?" I ask in an attempt to change the topic as I walk towards the kitchen.
"He's out," Jeongguk replies plainly from the living room.
But Mom doesn't return until six o' clock. Wait.
"He left me alone in the house with you?" I shout back from the kitchen.
"You're not exactly a child." He proceeds to walk over to me. "And if you're implying that I might try something shady, let me assure you that I'm not a hormonal teenager."
