I swore that putting on that tight dress was going to be the biggest challenge of my life. But it wasn't. The real challenge was trying to breathe while Jun-ho kept staring at me.
I looked at him, slightly indignant, and he immediately looked away.
Mid-flight, I tried to focus on the series, but every time he adjusted his beard or lightly touched my arm, I felt a strange chill. I was starting to think if that was his way of provoking me or if he was genuinely testing the disguise.
— Are you really going to provoke me the whole time?
— Don't you want me to? — He said with a smile loaded with double meaning.
I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Cute and irritating at the same time.
When we arrived in Berlin.
The taxi was waiting for us outside the airport. Dong got in the front, Patrícia beside him, Jun-ho holding the door for me. I got in slowly, still feeling every step, every imaginary gaze, until Jun-ho placed his hand on my waist, guiding me into the car seat.
