the room was cold and dark. i could barely see anything, but i could hear breathings coming out from the three of us. i was leaning against the wall like a dead person, while that beggar was stretching next to me like he was doing yoga. hoseok, i don't even know what was he doing.

i breathed out cold air as i was shivering so badly. it was so freaking cold here and i felt like i was freezing. i always preferred warm than cold, and that was why i always get runny noses quickly.

i just have to stay in this position for 24 hours, i know i just have to. by being this way, i could avoid troubles that involves being with them.

"cho youn?" that beggar called out. i decided not to answer but close my eyes instead. i promised to myself that i don't want to involve myself in too many problems.

"cho youn?" he said my name again. i was feeling a little irritated how easily he could just call my name like he knew me so well.

"what?" i replied back curtly. he pointed to his hand and i gave him a confused look. i hoped he wasn't asking me to do what i was thinking that he was going to ask me to do.

"hold my hand."

no way on earth was i going to do that. who knows what kind of diseases he has and i might end up dying the next day or maybe even possibly the next hour if i ever touched his hand.

he let out a heavy sigh, "you're stubborn, aren't you?"

i answered back swiftly as i wanted to correct his assumption. "no, i just don't want to touch your dirty hands."

"then, how can i make you warmer?"

"stay away from me. i think i'm getting colder if you're beside me." i said. he did not scooted away from me. instead, he did the opposite and scooted nearer to me.

i tried to back away from him and his body odor but then i realised that there was no escape as it was a wall beside me, so i was basically trapped.

"just hold my hand, it'll make you feel warmer." he extended his hand again. i looked at his dirty hands and was instantly feeling disgusted. so i shook my head and tried to escape from him but still to no avail.

"what's with this?" another person spoke and i knew it was hoseok, since he was the only person here other than that beggar and me. i looked at him and he was extending his hands, as if asking me to hold his hand.

but i shook my head again, rejecting his offer. i wasn't going to hold either of their hands and get myself involved.

hoseok gave me a bitchy expression and turned away from me, going to the other corner, leaving me and that beggar alone once again.

"i know my hands are dirty and in fact i tried several times to clean it. i only had a drip of water. at least i cleaned it rght? i am sure a drip of water on this hand can make the hand clean as well," he reasoned.

i was still refusing to hold his hand, but in fact i was actually already freezing to death.

the next thing i knew, a warm hand hovered over mine and i was too late to pull it away. no matter how hard i tried to pull away, he was persistent and held my hand tighter.

immediately, i was feeling warm again and it was the most comfortable feeling ever.

we were in silence until he suddenly broke the comfort.

"do you see that?" he whispered to me as he pointed towards the ground. i furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as i just saw a plain black ground.

"there's two hearts on the floor, one of them is mine but," he paused as his eyes flickered towards me.

"both of them are yours."

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