"I'll be glad if they make you feel better." Ki-hoon said and I chuckled.
"Yeah, yeah, that'd be a good thing." I said but it was not enough.
With this level of sweetness that could melt even an ice block, I suddenly had a thought flashing through my mind.
An image that replaced the sweetness in front of me, an image that was etched in my memory. A hard image.
I bit my lip softly.
I... I didn't want to run from the trauma anymore. I wanted to comfort him.
I twisted my lips a bit as I stared into his unwavering eyes but then my eyes suddenly trailed down to his lips.
I wanted to kiss him.
I wanted to, instead of running from the trauma and pretending it never happened, confront it. So, let's start this process one at a time.
