"I am so not a good dancer!" Jiwoon protested but Siwan simply shrugged.
"I'm no Michael Jackson either but we can still have a good time," he said.
Without another word, he took Jiwoon's hand and pulled her close. His hand snaked around her waist and they stood very close together. Jiwoon was suddenly very self conscious of the proximity. She did not dare to look at him, her gaze on his chest.
His touch was warm and he was gazing at her, his heart full of many unspoken words. Slow music began to play in the background and Siwan took the lead. Jiwoon was too flustered on what to do so she followed his lead, swaying to the music with him. She was clumsy in her steps and stumbled a little but Siwan held her tight in a protective manner, not letting her go.
"Sorry," she mumbled when she accidentally stepped on his foot.
"You say that word a lot," he noted. Jiwoon blushed even harder.
