Hayan was beaming. She raised two fists in the air and did a short victory dance in the middle of the room. Realizing she was doing this for real and not just in her head, she blushed. “Oh…um. I won,” she tried to sound normal and not overly embarrassed. She tried to ignore Heeseung’s amused grin. How embarrassing. Within a few minutes, she had made a complete fool out of herself. But then she felt his hand in hers, and he pulled her to his chest, holding her tightly. A smile formed on her lips as she fell into the warm embrace. They had hugged before, many times, but she couldn’t get enough of this feeling. This peaceful and tender feeling came with every touch. “Yeah, you won,” he whispered lovingly into her ear.