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Park Sohee POV
I snuggled my face on the pillow as I wanted to get more comfortable. The smell of the pillow filled in my nostrils, making me smile slightly. It smelled like mint and vanilla. I snuggled more while rubbing my nose on the pillow to immerse in the smell like a wolf.
The pillow shook as if it was tickling it when I did that. A slight frown appeared on my forehead as my hand was held by something or maybe someone. I opened my eyes slightly, peeking at the pillow, which was rising up and down.
How can a pillow raise up and down? Am I dreaming?
I averted my eyes to a side and saw Hoseok and Yoongi sleeping peacefully. I blinked my eyes for few times as I thought of where I was. Then reality hit me like a train, making my eyes grow wide.
We are going to Busan, and I am sitting next to Jungkook! Oh, My God! My pillow is none other than him!
Gulping down hard, I looked down at my hand, held by his hand. It was cute, though, but his hand was bigger than mine.
I should hate him, but why am I feeling like this whenever he is with me? Why can't I hate him?
Heat smeared through my cheeks, and my heartbeat quickened as I felt his lips pressing on my forehead. I bit on my bottom lip to stop myself from grinning but ended up grinning like an idiot.
I wish the time would stop by now.
I thought as I slightly looked up at his face. He was sleeping while his lips were parted away, revealing his cute bunny teeth. Giving a sad smile, I held his hand even more, tighter, not wanting to let it go.
I wish you love me as I do. I wish you would hold me like this forever. But that's not possible because you will never see me as your girl.
Sadly, I smiled and closed my eyes. A tear rolled down my cheek, unknowingly. I took my hand from him slowly, not letting him wake up.
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