Hyunjin

They were the same company for almost three years: noisy breaks, long walks after school, calls until late at night and photos that no one deleted.
Hwang Hyunjin was in this company.
He was known as a person who couldn't stand other people's touches. If someone tried to hug him, he would quietly laugh and move away. If they patted him on the shoulder, he would instinctively dodge. Everyone was used to it: personal space was sacred for him.
except you.
He seemed to forget his habits when he was around you. He'd discreetly tuck a stray strand of hair, lightly touch your neck, pull your hood up if you were cold, adjust your scarf, or lazily tie your hair into a ponytail. It was so natural that he rarely noticed how much he changed around you.
others noticed
— He just... hugged her himself?
— Five minutes ago I put my hand on his shoulder, and he almost ran away.
-With her he is completely different.
you were constantly teased
-So, my lovebirds?

• Hyunjin, maybe you could walk me home by the hand?
  —Are you sure you're just friends?
  You rolled your eyes, and Hyunjin calmly replied:
  —don't make things up
  but as soon as someone occupied your attention for a long time, he was almost immediately there:
  —let's go.
  You didn't even ask where
  He kept quiet about his feelings. He hid them so well that sometimes it seemed like they weren't there. But his actions gave him away: he listened too attentively, remembered little things, immediately noticed your mood, and constantly looked for you with his eyes.
  The company had long since figured this out. One question remained: when would these two figure it out themselves?
  time: 18:37
  The last class ended ten minutes ago. The whole group is sitting in the stands of the school stadium. Changbin is arguing with Minho, Felix is ​​laughing, the others are watching.
  You're sitting a little to the side, scrolling through your phone.
  Hyunjin silently comes up behind you, takes out a hair tie that for some reason always stays in his pocket, and gathers your hair into a messy ponytail.
• ready.
  He sits down calmly next to me, as if nothing unusual had happened.
  There is silence in the company.
  "...was I the only one who saw that just now?" Changbin whispers.
  “No,” Felix answers.
• He again forgot that he doesn’t do this with others.