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He touches his face. He runs it gently from the eyes to the cheek and to the chin. Their lips touch weightlessly. A very light touch. Hand on his neck.
He runs his hand, running his hair through his fingers. Pulling him closer. Their lips meet again, this time in a real kiss. It's not hot and not deep. Soft. Gentle.
He no longer understands where whose limbs are. His hand runs from the neck, rising higher, and stops on the cheek. His hand runs along the waist, lightly falling under the shirt. A man lightly bites his lower lip, and a light moan escapes his lips.
And Woonhak wakes up. His heart beats faster, and a soft blush on his cheeks.
Outside the window, the sunrise blooms in pink streaks.
“our lips moved like in a slow dance”
———
Only a few visitors in the cafe. Early spring. Hot chocolate almost finished.
He wanted to review the choreography for the exam again, but he couldn’t gather his thoughts.
This dream… couldn’t be thrown out of his head. He couldn’t even see his face completely…
———
It was already getting dark outside.
Pink streaks were appearing in the blue sky.
He was lost in thought again and accidentally bumped into someone.
- Oh, sorry, - he didn’t saw the guy’s face.
- It’s okay, - the stranger answered softly and was already walking.
There was something very familiar about this stranger, which made Woonhak turn around.
The guy with black hair and a soft brown coat was moving further and further away from him.
Woonhak didn’t think too long, and in a few seconds he was next to the stranger.
- Excuse me…
He touched his hand gently. The stranger turned.
He finally saw his face.
“this touch…”