The memory of me touching him burned into my brain. The feeling of his soft skin, and his chocolate brown eyes staring directly at me made me feel odd. I liked the feeling and it was scaring me.

After disinfecting his wound and patched it up, I ran away from him. Sungyeol was making me feel too much. In the months that past he manages to break through my walls that I built up as a child. He was like a tornado. Every second I spent with him, the more I could escape from the reality I was in.

“Joanna,” he called and I knew he was staring at me. I looked up but enough that I only see his chin. I couldn’t look at his eyes. My heart will feel like exploding. I don’t want that. I crossed the line that day. I shouldn’t have touched his cheek, except treat his wound.

“Yes,” I said, feeling my heart race. The loud thumping noise I hear was my heart. He was affecting me even by his voice.

“A-a new action movie came out, and I really want to watch it, so I was wondering if you wanted to come with me,” he said and I could see him fidgeting with his hands. He was nervous. I was taken by surprise by him. He was asking me out, and wants to hang out with me. Even if we talked a little, he still affected me. It wasn’t normal. I was not supposed to feel this way for anyone. 

“I’m not sure,” I said and turned my gaze back to what was in front of me.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to go with me,” he laughed but I could hear a little bit of sadness behind it. My heart hurts when he is sad. I don’t know why. When he was beaten up, I couldn’t do anything; my heart was breaking when I saw him struggling under the guy’s hold. It was painful, and that day was the first time I shed a tear.  It was unexpected, that a tear came out. I didn’t know that, him hurting affected me too.

“No, I’ll go with you,” I heard myself saying and I looked at his face. His glasses were about to fall off, and I reached over the table and helped him push it up his nose. I could feel my breath hitched, as I made contact with his skin.

“Really,” he asked like a child that almost made me