The minute Yoorin walked into the classroom the next morning she knew something was different. Jeongmin was sitting in Minwoo’s seat while Minwoo was sitting in his - the seat right in front of hers.

She made her way to her seat and sat down while Minwoo turned his chair around his rested his chin on his hands, staring at her with a smile tugging on his lips.

“Why are you in Jeongmin’s seat?” She dragged the chair back and sat down.

“Me and him worked something out.” He shrugged, throwing her his eye smile.

Before they could make anymore conversation, the teacher walked in and the class went silent. Minwoo turned his chair back the right way round, but then he moved his chair and desk back until the back of his chair was touching the top of Yoorin’s desk. Yoorin didn't have time to work out what he was doing, but before she knew it she saw that he had dangled his arm down and grabbed her hand and intertwined it with his. A shock of electricity went through Yoorin’s body and her hands tingled all over.

They were holding hands in class. Him with his arm reached behind him and hers holding his. They stayed in that position for the majority of the lesson. Minwoo would occasionally her hand with his thumb and Yoorin would squeeze his reassuringly.

Because they sat right at the back in the corner no one could see that they were holding hands. Not that neither of them would mind if they did. Minwoo wanted to show he