He’s staring at me. Jung Daehyun, the boy whom I thought I was in love with, was staring at me.

His bangs blew beautifully by the wind. And, I could see it. The sweat on his forehead.

I reached out and pointed his temple. “You’re sweating.” I whispered. I just couldn’t manage to let out any voice more than just a whisper. My heart was racing just by now. The boy in white shirt before me was the reason.

He chuckled silently by my words and mouthed ‘You too. You have a sea of sweat on your face.’ What did he say? A sea of sweat? This person was really. But wait, why he didn’t voice it and just mouthed instead. I smiled. Maybe his heart was racing like me too. But why? He liked me too? No no. He already liked-

He held my hand! I turned down quickly and looked at how his hand grabbing mine, softly. I blinked, feeling unsure of what should I do. Then he turned around, my hand was still in his grip. I walked after him entering our school building.

Hand still in his grip.

Walking downstairs after him, I couldn’t help but to keep staring at our hands that intertwined together. My heart beat went faster. Even I couldn’t hear what he said clearly.

I realized that he started to mumble once the rooftop’s door behind me closed. But I had no idea what was he mumbling about.

“I can’t believe it! Really!” He yelled. “What are those people thinking about? Doing such vulgar scene in front of your eyes?” Vulgar scene? Whatever. This intertwining hands were more attractive. “But still, Youngjae and Hana?” He questioned, to who? Me? “Since when they have such feelings? They used to start war whenever they see each other, right? That Yoo Youngjae is really fast. He defeats me on this thing. Dammit!” He cursed? And then he continued with a murmur. “Even I haven’t done my confession.” Eventually, I looked up at his back. What was he talking about? Confession? He would do confess, to Sunhwa? I stopped following his pace. I was frozen by my own conclusion.

Our intertwining hands broke.

I looked at his back as he kept walking. Then he stopped before turning around quickly, realizing that I was not walking after him anymore. He lifted his brow in confusion. “Still feeling shock?”

I kept staring at him without any answer.

“You must be feeling shock. It’s oka