PDA was never a thing you liked, neither was physical touch. even the thought of being all touchy in public made you cringe. but when alone you didn’t care. bangchan simply ignored that. he would cling to you every chance he got, when you pushed him away he wouldn’t budge.

you two were in the back of the classroom, holding hands under the desk. no one had a reason to look back at you, so you were fine with it. his thumb grazing the back of your hand, caressing it softly. bangchan was content, glancing at you as you scribbled on the worksheet.