vii. mom

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Oh god, what did I do?

I acted on impulse

I thought that was the
right moment

Oh dear

I've made things harder
for myself

"Hansuke." she repeats,
the name seeming foreign
to her

Ba-thump

He nods, as he let
out a series of soft
coughs

She places her hand
under his jacket
and on his back

He eyes dilate
in confusion

She sighs,

"You're back is sweaty,

That's why you're coughing
right now."

He nods, coughing again.

She takes out a handkerchief
from her pocket and begins
to wipe his sweaty back

He tenses but
he lets her do whatever

"You're like my mom,"
he muses

She giggles,

"Thanks?"

Heat rises up to his
cheeks in embarrasment

He didn't mean to
say it out loud

"You should get
back home, Hansuke."

Oh

Okay—

"Yeah...

I will."

She smiles at him,
and pats his head

I guess I'll
go home.

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