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Yoona looked at him from the corner of her eye, watching him take a thorough swig of his beer. She watched as his eyes closed for a brief moment, savoring its taste and finding it to his liking before she caught herself from taking a step forward to reach out to him.

It seemed that lately all she had been doing was this – watching him from a distance and doing nothing but stay rooted in her spot. Stuck immobile somehow as her eyes dipped and perused ever shift and crease he made in his movements. It started out as nothing at first but quickly grew into something… more.

And it was then she began to realize that this wasn't what she wanted.

No, Im Yoona didn't want to have her eyes linger on Changmin – she wanted to feel his presence. To have him speak in her direction, so that she could feel his warm breath caressing her cheek in case she leaned close enough. She wanted to feel his eyes on her and relish on the tinkling sensation that trickled down her spine when he did. She wanted to feel his skin brush against hers when they sat together (however rare that was) because she found his touch heavenly and she always, always wanted more…

But Yoona didn't understand why.

What was it about Changmin that she enjoyed his company and his laughter and his smiles? What was it about him she found too irresistible when they’d hardly spoken past the usual pleasantries in years since Kibum?

Sometimes, she thought she had him all figured out, and yet at the next moment she knew close to nothing about him.

Changmin was always such an enigma. He was always too – himself to fully comprehend.

Yoona turned her head to gaze at him once more while the rest of the group laughed a