Maintain The Distance

"When we're eighteen, we're leaving," Min-jun said, his voice cracking slightly-he was going through that awkward stage where his throat felt like it was full of gravel.

Ji-soo adjusted her glasses, leaning her head on his shoulder. "To Seoul?"

"To Seoul," he echoed. "I'll work at a big record label, and you'll write those novels you're always scribbling in your notebooks. We'll get a small apartment with a balcony. And a cat. A fat one."

Ji-soo laughed, a bright, melodic sound that Min-jun felt in his bones. She held out her small, dirt-streaked pinky finger. "Promise?"
Min-jun hooked his finger around hers. His grip was firm, desperate, as if he knew that holding on was the only thing keeping his world from tilting. "Promise. Jjang-forever."

"Forever," she agreed.