B L O S S O M || HAN JISUNG X READER

Han Jisung. My spring. My blossom.
"Don't you see me?"
I do. I see you. How can i not? I just don't understand why history is repeating. Why now?
"No. Sorry."
I stepped to the side but was scantly able to move an inch before he claimed my wrist and I spun, fast, and made contact with his shirt. Not once did he release my hand from his as he held it to his side and with his other pressed my cheek into his chest.