You reached your complex and Yonghwa parked the car. He turned around to look at you.

"Um, I'm sorry about this but I need to know which apartment is yours so I can take you inside."

"Ah." You didn't even register that 'minor' detail. "Um, no problem."

He got out of the car and walked over to the rear passenger door. "You know the drill," he said.

You lovingly shook your head as you climbed onto his back.

"Thanks for, well, carrying me all day. Your back must be strained."

"It's fine," he said as he shut the door. "I can bench press twice your weight."

"Showoff," you scoffed. Although you couldn't see his face, you were pretty sure he was smiling too.

You placed your hands on either of his shoulders like you did earlier, but he suddenly began to run.

"Yah! Jung Yonghwa!" you screamed, unconsciously embracing his upper chest. "What are you doing?!"

"Showing off!" he cheered, still running. Once you figured him out, your fear turned into amusement.

The two of you reached the entrance and he slowed down. You noticed the placement of your hands and hurriedly placed them back on his shoulders, making him laugh. "It was better before. I can't help but feel like you're going to fall if you don't wrap yourself around me."

Now he was asking for it.

"Are you going to run again?"

"Possibly."

You complied and fastened your arms around him once again.