SIXTEEN
Six weeks later…
Everything feels a little too great at first, a little too easy, as we both decide to cross that line and become more physically affectionate with each other.
I mean, of course, we were friends back in the day, but I never wrapped my arms around Jaeyong in a hug hello, or just because, unless there was something wrong—I thought I did s**t on a test, or I read something sad in my current read, or my parents were fighting again and everything sucked.
There was always a reason to seek out that kind of physical comfort, but now there’s an altogether different kind of reason, and the whole reason is just because.
Sometimes it’s to squeeze around Jaeyong’s ribs, have him exhale on an oof and his eyes widen a fraction as he looks down at me, like he didn’t expect me
