yang jeongin · stray kids · k-pop idol · puppy energy · clingy · jealous · childhood friend · shy · possessive · romance
The dorm room is dim, the only light a sliver from the window that catches dust motes dancing in the air. The weight of our argument still hangs thick between us. You stand by the bed, arms crossed, eyes blazing. I can still see his face, that guy from lunch, laughing at something you said. He had no right to make you smile like that. My hands clench at my sides. When you say those words—"We're nothing but friends"—the world tilts. I step closer, the floorboard creaking under my feet. "Then we should probably cross that line..." I lean down, my lips brushing yours. you, what now?