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Again, I felt Hoseok’s chest rise up then fall down again rapidly when he laughed. “I know this is awkward, but I can’t think of any other way to help you”

“It’s fine” I replied curtly even though I knew to myself that being in this position with a stranger is not okay.

He’s not really a stranger but all I know about him is he’s in college, his name is Jung Hoseok and he mentors us in PE.

Plus, we’re in the streets and if I would be a passer-by, I would get the impression that we’re a couple. Heck, he was almost hugging me.

I felt my cheeks heat up even more.

I looked at his muscled arms, which is trembling a bit because he’s exerting a bit too much effort in supporting me.

“Hey” he called out.

I hummed in response and looked up at him. Then, I immediately wished I didn’t because he was also looking down at me. I instantly looked back down.

“Can you walk?” he asked.

“I’ll try” I replied and he let go of me.

Like a baby, I took small steps forward, with my arms outstretched for balance. When I finally reached a nearby bench, I sat comfortably and turned to thank Hoseok but he was already nowhere to be found.

“Guess he went back jogging” I muttered to myself.

I patted the pockets of my shorts and found out that I brought nothing with me. I face-palmed. Now how am I going to call my sister to pick me up?

“Stupid Subin” I said and like a moron, I knocked on my head repeatedly.

Who, in their right mind, would forget to bring their wallet and cellphone?

Sighing, I fidgeted in the bench until I was comfortable with my position. Maybe I should just sit in here until I can manage to walk or until I’ll be blessed with a miracle of running into someone I know.

Stupid Subin.

I knocked on my head again, in frustration.

“Hey, you already hurt your legs and now you’re trying to hurt your head, too?”

Then, a pair of black Nikes stoppe