“can i see?”

“see what?”

“your hand.”

wonwoo pauses– his lips part slightly and brows crease at the response. slowly, and almost hesitantly,
his hand reaches out for yours and you happily take it.

“if you wanted to hold hands, you didn’t have to ask.”

you almost give a snarky remark, but a quick glance at his lost expression makes you wonder whether he’s being smug
or if he’s genuinely just telling you. a quiet laugh and a shake of the head– and you continue to stare at his hand, pressing yours against it to compare the size.

it’s strange, really– how easily the contact makes you feel alright. how his hands provide the utmost reassurance when
desperately needed– how his hands envelop yours in security.

but your perplexed countenance does nothing to make his puzzlement disappear.

“what are you doing?”

a timid smile on your face and growing confusion on his.

“nothing.”

you squeeze his hand and he squeezes back.