Skinship
A Fangirl's Dream*Jonghyun’s POV*
I pouted as we walked down the green lit path in silence. All the other member’s girlfriends had at least hugged them when they came out of the woods. What did Annie do? She simply said “Glad you’re back. Want something to eat?” It drove me insane!!! I needed her to hug me. I needed to know that she at least cared about me a little.
I stopped abruptly. Annie stopped a second after me, looking up at me quizzically.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
I turned toward her, sadness and anger boiling inside me.
“Everyone else greeted their guy with love, and you offer me food?”
“Jonghyun-,”
“Hug me.”
“What?” she stepped back. “I can’t just randomly hug you. That’s just awkward!”
“Then I’ll turn away, and within the next ten seconds hug me.”
“But-,”
I turned and let my eyes wander around the woods. I could hear distant shouts and laughter from other couples. I closed my eyes and wished for that. For so long I’d been a player, obsessed with skinship. Don’t get me wrong, I still loved skinship, I just wanted someone to love that would love me back; not just want me for my body. That was with I liked Annie so much. She was independent and not easily… fangirlable.
I was surprised when I felt a pair of hands brush by my stomach. They circled around me, slowly getting closer to my body.
Is she scared?
I didn’t understand why she was scared, but I felt bad making her do this.
“Wait,” I said.
Her arms were almostttt pressed against my body. I removed them, turning to face her.
“You don’t have to do this.” I rested my hands on her shoulders, but she wouldn’t look at me.
“I-I’m sorry, I just-,” a sniffle escaped from her.
I set my hand gently under her chin, lifting her head so I could look into her tear-filled eyes.
“What is it?” I asked.
“I… I’m afraid of…”
“Skinship?”
“You could say that.”
“But why?” I asked. It was just my luck. I’d fallen for a girl who was afraid of something I loved.
“Let’s just say, I’ve experienced skinship in a bad way,” she said shakily.
“You were-,”
“No. Just… it’s hard to explain.”
I stood looking at her in this new perspective. She looked so weak like this. It was strange.
“I’m sorry for making you do that then,” I said, removing my hands from her.
“No, it’s okay. You didn’t know. I should’ve been more affectionate. I was so relieved when you came out of the woods safely. I wanted to hug you but… I have my image to keep up… and my fear.”
“Why do you act so tough all the time?” I asked as we began walking again.
“I guess I feel like I have to. I’m afraid of getting taken advantage of...”
“Oh.”
We walked in silence for the rest of the way back to camp. When we finally reached the site, a smile was on my face. The reason?
Her hand was wrapped in mine.
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