practice was wrapping up when jiseok started digging through his bag, muttering something under his breath. you noticed a notebook sticking out from under the table and leaned forward to grab it just as he moved in the same direction. your hands collided, and his fingers accidentally settled on top of yours. neither of you pulled back right away, the brief contact catching both of you off guard.

the moment stretched longer than it should have, the air between you suddenly feeling heavier. your eyes flicked up to meet his, and for a second, you were completely frozen, unsure if it was awkwardness or something softer keeping you in place. his hand lingered for a heartbeat before he suddenly withdrew, his fingers brushing yours lightly as he pulled away. his ears were already red, and he sat back quickly, pretending to adjust his bag like nothing had happened.

you swallowed hard, holding the notebook in your hands, your mind racing with everything you wanted to say but couldn’t. he avoided your gaze, rubbing the back of his neck, and the silence between you two felt thick, though not uncomfortable. there was something warm about it, almost tentative, as if neither of you wanted to break the fragile bubble that had formed.

when he finally glanced at you, his shy smile spoke volumes more than words ever could. it wasn’t much, but it was enough to leave your heart fluttering long after the moment had passed. sometimes, it only takes a fleeting touch to say everything you’re too scared to admit.