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A/N: So my birthday was the 14th and I got a new laptop and I'm dying because it has the newest version of Microsoft Word on it and it's heaven. No more Microsoft 2003. 

His hands were always soft. I often found myself wondering what products he used for them. Although, even if I started using it, that wouldn’t change the fact that my hands are fairly… Manly.

Baekhyun’s hand were pretty. They were slender and petite, feminine in almost every way. Even his nails held a look as if they were always manicured. His hands were perfect and, to be completely honest, I loved holding them.

Kyungsoo belted out his line in Lucky and I was far too busy watching on the large screen above the stage. I could help the grin that stretched across my face as the camera flashed to Baekhyun, microphone poised in front of his face as he prepared to sing.

I saw myself on screen first, before I felt the pull on my hand. I looked down to see his hand latched onto my own, then I looked back at the screen to see Baekhyun smiling. My hand curled around his instinctively.

I loved holding Baekhyun’s hand.

Almost as much as I loved him, himself.