Jagiya.

That one simple word was enough to elicit the biggest smile from Kyungsoo. He liked the way she sounded when she uttered it and he‘s tickled pink with the fact that she said it to him.

Him.

Her Jagiya.

He let out an uncharacteristic giggle, unmindful of how he’d looked to others. He’s just… happy.

Poke.

Poke.

Poke.

Pinch!

‘W-what?” Kyungsoo touched his smarting cheek then looked at the culprit beside him, wide-eyed and totally oblivious of her effect on his person. He sighed.

“The heat has gotten to you bad Kyungsoo-shi?” She starts fanning his face with her free hand.

“U-huh.” He deadpanned while glancing at their intertwined hands. He was about to add something cheeky but stopped himself for fear he’d actually scare her away.

“Or were you thinking of another type of heat? Hm?”

Kyungsoo choked and felt his face burn. “N-no I’m not!”

“What are you so flustered about?” She casually touched his face and let go. “You don't have a fever so that's fine. There are so many types of heat you know. And I’m thinking you’d probably be feeling hot with our hands touching like this.”

“Y-you! How can a g-girl think like that?”

“What? Aren’t you hot? I sure am, especially with this weather where you get all sweaty and we’re clad in this suffocating Hanbok. But I am not letting go of your hand as we’re given a challenge by PD-nim.” She raised their hands and looked at it as if it’s some kind of newfound treasure.

“…”

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“So you think it’s just the weather?”

“Yes. Should I be thinking of something else? Hm?”

Kyungsoo sighed some more. Looking around their location, he found some flower fields and gestured towards them. “Let’s go flower hunting, uri Ja-gi-ya.” She smiled at his word and he returned it with a dorky one.

They were happily strolling along, still holding hands, and just saying nothing as both are still awkward. Words elude them as both are content with just being alone with nature, away from cameras and other people. Suddenly, Kyungsoo felt pain in his right eye.

“Ouch.” Never letting go of Jihyun’s hand, he tried to rub the affected part.

“What’s wrong?”

“I think something’s in my eye… ouch!”

“Hey! Don’t touch it! Let me see…” She grab his other hand to stop the rubbing.

“What are you going to do?”

“Don’t worry, I’ve done this lots of times. Trust