He holds his breath. 

  Too close, too close. Not close enough. 

  Seungjun's fingers lightly tug on the sleeve of his shirt. It would be childish if it weren't for the look of anguish crossing his features. 

  He wonders if he's the reason for that. 

  Shaking his head, he sighs and tries to push the other's hand away. He can't help but want to get as far away as possible while at the same time wishing to just, lean forward, ever so slightly. 

  His body reacts to his heart and not his mind.

  Closer, to the point where their distance isn't normal. Closer still, and his lips are over his. 

  A brief second, no movement. Pull away. 

  Seungjun is soft smiles and warm glow. His expression is no longer pained and he's, he's so ing happy. 

  Fingers intertwine with his. Quietly, so no one pays attention. 

  Inseong smiles.