chapter twenty eight

Soon they were both sat in the back seat of her car with Si-Hyuk driving and Minjae had Young-Jae's head rested in her lap as she massaged his head to ease the ache. Young-Jae closed his eyes in bliss, the butterflies in his stomach were undying and he couldn't wish for anything more in that moment. She moved to massage his scalp instead, happily smiling when Young-Jae's cheeks liften in a satisfactory grin. 

There was nothing that connected them to each other except their hearts, their feelings and most of the time that was not enough. That was not enough for most people but these two had made sure that it was enough. 

"My hand slips through the cracks of the vases and windows we painted together with stolen glances and carefree smiles like quicksand. The fleeting moment of wanting you back is over before it started and the deep rumbling in my chest is back. I can't tell if I've swallowed you whole or if yo