My bangs that covered my forehead was all saturated with sweat, peculiarly, it was a satisfying feeling. It has been a bit over a month since I danced this much.

Exercise reliefs me from all the mix of emotions I've been feeling...

I went home after practice; it was fairly dark already since it's winter so the days are exceptionally shorter. I'm not the type of person to like such a season when days are shorter, but today it did good. I felt refreshed by the breeze that caressed my damp skin.

Originally, I was planning to take the bus, but I forgot at this partial time, the busses are always packed with people. And I'm sure people wouldn't like to breath in my sweat...

So I had no choice but to walk home. I was in the middle of Seoul, so it wasn't as pastoral as I yearned for it to be. I last thing I wanted to hear right now is cars screeched and beeping at each other. Who even taught these drivers?

Seoul is a beautiful city, don't get me wrong. It's just by the simple reason that you can't walk the streets without worrying about people driving over you.

Specifically today, my mind wasn't revolved around the traffic on the road. It was Yeri.

Just a thought of her can make me grin wide.

Two blocks ahead, I turn. The street was exceptionally hushed and mute. There was a girl in front of me. Her pace she was walking as was slowly and almost sluggish.

"Yeri?" I call out. It was her. The person I could recognise because of the glowing long caramel hair.

She freezes on the spot. I was significantly nervous, with my hands shaking.

I place them in my pockets and walk to face her.

"H-hi Yeri" I struggle to utter my words. What if she doesn't recognise me?

"Hel-hello Jungkook" she stumbles as well while clutching her cross over bag. It gave me some reassurance that she feels similar. By the end of her sentence, my heart melted. I was notably hotter and that probably reflected on my crimson red cheeks.

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