The two small hands hugged his back tightly. Not wanting to let go at all, as if he had expected that the person he was hugging would rebel.
No matter how tight the little one's hug was, it was easy for him to let go of those thin hands. However, Junan himself could only stay still, his hands not knowing where to put them, just floating in the air.
He felt wrong hugging the person beside him. The itchy feeling of the soft breath hit his chest, even though it was blocked by the uniform, the feeling felt so real. It wasn't a dream.
Trying desperately to calm his chaotic heart, Junan was quite embarrassed if the little one heard the sound of his pounding heart. In the end, all the resistance he thought about was easily washed away when the warmth slowly enveloped him.
