Han Soyeon's POV [Still Flashback]
"Your bone structure, and if anything's wrong. You need to know these things before proper training."
"Oh! Yes!"
I'd stumbled into a legitimate opportunity to touch him as much as I wanted. I'd tossed out the excuse on a whim, not expecting such an easy opening. If I let my guard down, I might end up with a nosebleed. My hands twitched before I'd even touched Yuseong, and I quickly hid them behind my back. Good thing, too—if he'd seen, even his innocent nature might've sensed something off, and he'd have fled. Not that I'd let him escape so easily.
"…Eut."
"What's wrong?!"
"Oh, no… just a sudden chill…"
Even after feeling that shiver, he didn't run and entrusted himself to me. I wrapped my arms around him from behind.
This level of contact should be safe…
Five years—just five years of patience. After that, people might whisper, but legally, it'd be fine.
"Haa… haa…"
"Why are you breathing so hard?"
"Oh, uh… it's… a breathing technique."
