[BTS Jung Hoseok] Mr. Jung, your dew elf, please check it out

"I am worried about you"

"The hands are so beautiful, and the face is so delicate and handsome."

"I really want to hold her and kiss her hard"

"Want to have her, want her"

There happened to be water on the coffee table, so Bingyue took the glass, poured a glass of water and handed it to Zheng Hoseok.

Really, it must be a lie. His ears and face were red, his pulse was beating fast, and he said he was fine.

"Why do you have to endure it? You have to take good care of yourself." Bingyue muttered in a low voice.

Although she spoke very quietly, Zheng Hoseok still heard her.

Her words were like beautiful notes hitting my heart one by one.

She seemed a bit domineering, but she actually cared about him, even though she meant it in the wrong way.

The glass of water bottomed out and he felt better.

Without giving him a chance to relax, Zheng Hoseok was about to calm down, but at this moment he returned to his original panic state again, because Bingyue's hand was caressing his back, and she was helping him.

After some hesitation, Bingyue decided to do it. He seemed really uncomfortable now.

"Does this feel better?" He poured a glass of water for Zheng Hoseok again.

"Okay... better."

Good, but not good.

In short, Zheng Hoseok was very confused inside.

He kept pouring water on himself, hoping to divert his attention to other places and at least calm down first.

He quietly glanced at Bingyue's side face, stayed for a while, and asked himself: Do you like it?

The answer is yes, I like it and my heart is moved.

She also likes herself. Although Bingyue never mentioned it, she expressed it clearly enough.

But, does she know the meaning of liking?

I simply think he is good-looking and like his face;

She feels that he is good to her and is grateful to him;

Or is it the kind of love that makes you want to be with him?

"My heart is beating very fast, my face and ears are red, and my hands are a little warm. Are you feeling unwell?"

When Zheng Hoseok wasn't paying attention, Bingyue's hand left his back, but he didn't notice it.

Until such a string of electronic audio broadcasts sounded in the ears, Bingyue beside her was holding a mobile phone, her eyes locked on the screen, listening to the emotionless electronic female voice coming from the sound hole, reading such a series of questions, Zheng Hao Xi just came back to his senses.

"Such symptoms are most likely a sign of illness..."

I have already begun to answer Bingyue’s questions.

Jung Hoseok's heart was ringing with alarm bells.

I'm afraid that Baidu Encyclopedia will pop up another explanation.

He held Bingyue's hand, and when the interface was accidentally forced out, he relaxed for a while, fearing that his thoughts would be spied on.

He held her hand and said seriously: "Bingyue, I'm really fine, I don't feel uncomfortable anywhere."

"sorry."

I didn't expect this answer.

Zheng Hoseok felt that his brain was a little lacking. Why did Bingyue apologize to him? She didn't do anything.

"What's wrong? Why are you saying sorry to me?"

She held his hand and said, "I didn't turn on that voice button on purpose."

"I don't know where I touched it, it just spoke by itself."

"I was worried about you, so I was listening to it and forgot to turn it off."

Her tone was so gentle that it almost turned into water: "I just ran a few laps in the park downstairs before coming back, so that's all."

"It's okay, I'll just wash my face and it'll be fine." He didn't forget to pat the back of her hand thoughtfully to reassure her.

Judging from the look on her face, she probably believed it. This reason was really not very good.

Bingyue knew in her heart that the real situation was not what Zheng Hoseok said.

Although she still doesn't understand the world very well, there are some things she can feel.

But she chose to believe it, because he wanted her to believe it, so she believed it.

“The hands are so beautiful, and the face is so delicate and handsome.

"Anyway, whatever happens is fine."

Their hands were clasped together.

Thump thump thump~~~

The temperature of someone's palm has picked up and is trending upward.

Bingyue, Bingyue, are you a poet?

Why do these words come out of your mouth so beautifully and so movingly?

The wrapped hand that was originally placed on the man's leg was moved to the man's chest and pressed against it.

Bingyue really felt the beating there, which was more real than what she heard just now.

She was so close, as if there was only a thin layer of veil between them, and the beating there was transmitted to her heart through the palm of her hand.

"You know, how happy I was when I came home and saw you."

It seemed that I understood a little bit what he wanted to express, but it was a little reserved and I didn't quite understand it yet.

I really want to pull her into my arms and hold her;

Kiss her hard, kiss her face, hair, forehead, eyebrows, eyes, nose and lips;

Want to have her, want her.

Zheng Hoseok knew very well how he felt about Bingwol and what kind of psychology he had.

However, he couldn't treat her like this, no, Bingyue was a girl he cherished.

At least not yet.

He started drinking water again to suppress the urge and relieve his mood.

But something more embarrassing is yet to come.

Jung Hoseok’s cell phone rang.

It was also a video call request, and the requester was captain Kim Namjoon.