Hanbin knew he fcked up once he realized that all these while, Yujin was more than a friend to him. 

Friendship?

It was beyond that for Hanbin. She was a woman he wanted to keep all to himself if he could. But he knew, sacrificing the friendship they had since forever wasnt worth for the feelings he kept all these while. He wasnt going to lose Yujin forever because of his feelings.

No, never. 

But what if, a second of being too close to each other gave him a little bit more than enough time for him to see whether he had a chance to eventually make her his, or not? Would Yujin pull him closer or would she push him further from her life? Would Hanbin really consider the chance by then?

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“NooOo Hanbin stAhpp” Yujin gave up the book, trying to shield her stomach instead. When he finally stopped, she just laid down under him, heaving a breath. Hanbin has always been pushy, what did she expect anyway? 

They stayed that way for a while as their breath were mixed together, their faces inches from each other. Sure, they were friends. But Hanbin never really put a line in between them—at least not to his feelings. They have been friends since forever, why would he even think of making a rule for himself? 

But at that moment, he realized that he should’ve had a rule. Because he knew that the second their eyes locked just a few inches from each other, his heart wasn’t just beating faster for no reason. He knew that his feelings were taking their toll on him. He was wracked.

Given that they were both breathless, it took them a while to get back up and actually have a proper distance from one another. But boy, Hanbin was taking his chance for too long. His eyes were boring into Yujin’s eyes for so long that she thought Hanbin was mad. 

Clearing , Yujin scanned his eyes—trying to identify the intensity of his orbs, “Hanbin?” She didn’t know why but her voice quivered when she pronounced the last syllable of his name. Was she nervous?

Pulled out from his trance admiring her alluring orbs, Hanbin flew from his position—standing back up with the notebook in his hand. He cleared his throat several times, looking everywhere but her face with his hand tightly holding his notebook. He was pretty sure his face was burning at that moment.