gunil reaches for the last bag of chips, his hand brushing against yours as you both reach for it at the same time. a moment of awkward silence hangs between you two, his eyes flickering to yours before quickly looking away. your hand is still there, hovering over his. it’s a small thing, just a brush of fingers, but it feels much heavier than it should.

you both pull back at the same time, almost too fast, and the tension is thick in the air. gunil clears his throat, offering a nervous smile as he grabs the bag of chips, his fingers grazing yours again. his cheeks are slightly flushed, and you can’t quite tell if it’s from the closeness or the embarrassment of the accidental touch.

"uh, you can have it," he says quickly, pushing the bag toward you, but neither of you is moving fast enough to break the lingering moment. it’s just a handhold, but somehow, it’s more than that.