[CONTENTID1]Warm Hands[/CONTENTID1]

 [CONTENTID2]Chapter V [/CONTENTID2]

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         The practice days have become easier for Irene. Thanks to her own members’ constant warmth that encircles her and to new friends who are brave enough to approach her too. Seunghoon asks her about certain dance steps, Baby Soul invites her to lunch, and Jackson is rambunctious and fun to everyone including her.

         “This is your doing, isn’t it?” She asked Mino on their fourth day, early in the morning when the practice had not started yet. Snow is falling, her favorite spot has grown colder and now she wears Mino’s padded jacket after the male stubbornly insists on her doing so.

         “What do you mean?” Mino asks, confused, and quite distracted as he stands before her and practices his lines as emcee for the upcoming event; the printed copy of his script that he had been carrying for the past three days now looks all wrinkly and overused.

         “People. Befriending me.” She shortly says, almost close to a mutter, to which Mino finally tore his attention away from his script so he could crouch in front of her, and peer up to those delicate features that he longed to understand the moment he saw her storm out of that practice room.