How I feel sparks whenever we touch. The way your hand would accidentally bump into mine as we walk side by side; the way you’d take my hand and pull me back to the sidewalk whenever I get so distracted; the way you grip on my hand whenever scold me for being irresponsible.

“Did you see that car? You could’ve died!”

“Oh shut up, Park Jungsoo, I’m sorry, alright?”

“Still – please be more responsible, Chul. I don’t want to lose you.”

“Alright, I will! Now would you let go of my hand? People are staring, you brat.” I said as I pull back my hand from your grip, walking ahead of you on purpose to hide the obvious blush that appeared on my face. 

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