Seoha's POV
That was it?
I thought the room would explode when I held Taesan's hand under the desk.
It was a desperate attempt at calming him and I think it worked.
I almost stumble as Taesan drags me down the hallway of Mountain Atelier, my dream world.
He's pulling me by my hand and is walking at perfectly normal pace for his height, but having short legs makes it hard to follow him.
I place one hand on my stomach and the other one on his own hand.
"E-excuse me" I am forced to stutter, and he stops to look at me, brows pinching as he scans me with those stormy eyes.
He searches my face and then looks at the hand over my stomach.
"Are you hurt?" he asks and I shake my head, trying to stop myself from panting like I ran a mile.
Why am I sweating so hard? I need to ask Minjae to give me core training or something.
"You're fast" I say, gesturing to the difference between our legs.
His are long and sturdy even under his pants, and mine are dainty and shorter than his.
