He held her tightly, and reassured her, “It’s okay. I won’t let you fall.” He swiftly landed on the ground without any problems. He then asked her, “Are you okay? Was that scary?” She shook her head, “I’m okay.” She felt her heart racing.

The only explanation she could think of for her heart beating quickly could be because she was feeling queasy from the height. Maybe her adrenaline was rushing from the exhilarating feeling of being in the air. That was the only reason she could think of. She couldn’t possibly have feelings for Eunho. She already promised herself that she would never fall in love again. Plus, she only met him a few times. That couldn’t possibly be the reason for her heart racing.

Before Eunho could continue their adventures in the sky, Yuna abruptly said, “I appreciate the help in getting to my courtyard, but I think I want to continue the rest of the way walking.” Eunho gently placed her on her feet.

She felt the tall grass softly graze against her ankle. She didn’t realize it while being in the sky, but she was starting to feel cold. Her jacket (jeogori: upper garment of hanbok) was thin and it hardly blocked out the wind. Eunho noticed her shivering and he placed his jacket (jeogori) over her shoulder.

She rejected him instantly, “It’s okay. I don’t need the jacket (jeogori). Aren’t you cold?” She saw that he only had on his inner shirt, and it was thin. He must be cold. She took off the jacket and tried to get him to wear it, but he refused. They went back and forth trying to hand over the jacket.

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No matter how much she tried, it would always end up back on her shoulder. She sighed, “Okay, I’ll wear the jacket. It’s cold out. Thanks.” Eunho smiled, “You can just keep the jacket. I have plenty of them.” She shook her head, “No. I have no reason to keep your jacket. That’d be weird, wouldn’t it? I’ll wash the jacket and bring it back to you. How does that sound?”

Eunho agreed, “You don’t have to rush bringing the jacket back. It’s not like that’s my favorite jacket.” Yuna laughed, “You have a favorite jacket?” Eunho nodded, “It’s not exactly a jacket, but it was the shirt I wore when I first met you.” Yuna remembered the shirt he tore up to wrap up her hand. Was that really his favorite? She suddenly felt bad about it.

He ripped up his favorite shirt just because she was clumsy. She apologized, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize that it was your favorite shirt.” He shook his head, “No, it’s okay. I don’t mind. Just as long as you’re okay. A shirt is nothing compared to you.” Yuna was flattered by his response, but she still couldn’t leave it at that.

Yuna said, “I know you think it’s just a shirt, but I still feel horrible for ruining your favorite shirt. Could I be the one to amend your shirt for you?” He asked, “You know how to sew?” She nodded, “I may not seem like the type, but yes, I can sew.”

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