Chapter 6

There are two types of touch, one that bring uneasiness at your heart's doorstep and another one that takes away any unease you feel in your heart, leaving a strange yet goey feeling on its wake.  I have always found the touch bringing me uneasiness. Or maybe it is just I never met a person who could touch me without malice in his heart. Afterall, our heart feels what our eyes cannot see.

And Jungkook's touch lies in the later category, it tickles my heart, but doesn't make it want to be caged inside the ribs. The touch makes my heart to fly out from my chest. I wonder, if that should bother me or not.

He moves back, his tips leave my tinted cheek. which  at this point must be ablazing too. And I? Apart from the fact that I am holding my breath due to this unexpected event, my eyes seem to have forgotten how blinking is performed. For I just stare at him baffled at his bold move. And after few seconds, I blink. Observing the boy who has leaned back on his seat and doddling on his  notebook.

Am I the only effected?

I blink again, and then on its own accord, my right fist smacks him on his right arms.