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• Heyyy y'all... I'm still alive •
"Ah!" Jisung hissed feeling the alcohol soaked rag sting the small wound on his cheek.
"You shouldn't have done that."
"A-atleast he won't b-bother us, any-m-more." Rachi paused biting her tongue at his statement, "R...right?"
"He won't bother you anymore as long as you listen to me." Arachi said, "All that matters right now is that you don't get hurt again."
"You care?" Jisung smiled dragging his pronunciation of the 'C'
"Shut the hell up." Arachi clenched her teeth holding back her smile
"I c-can see you-your smile."
"I thought you couldn't see without your glasses?"
"Y-your smile was c-could light up a r-room."
Rachi relaxed her shoulders finally lowering her hostility. She slit her eyes suddenly placing pack on his forehead making him jolt from the sudden chill.
"I owe you one." Rachi said holding her hand out
An awkward silence swept over them as Jisung looked down at her hand confusingly. His eyes flicked from her to her hand in question.
"I-I'm confused."
"Oh! I forgot this isn't Detroit."
"W-what about America? T-teach me th-the hand thing."
"In Detroit we 'dap' each other up, basically kind of like shaking hands."
"Ooo~ Dap." He pronounced in a thick Korean accent, " C-can we dap?
"Sure. Put your hand like this." She put her hand up as he mimicked her movement. "We slap our hands together." She moved her hand flat onto his, "and then your curl our finger around each other." Their fingers hooked around each others followed a coincidental eye lock "Then you let go." She said never looking away
