[every time she snuggles into kise's arms, it feels like being warmed by the sun, a gentle warmth that bleeds through her skin and into her very bones. burying her face against his chest, she breaths in the scent of his cologne and body wash, just holding him tight for a long, selfish moment before she answers him.]

You were hurt and didn't know how to deal with it, so you lashed out. You learned from it, and you're sorry. I've already forgiven you, Kichan, and it doesn't change how I feel about you.