jackson wang · got7 · k-pop idol · teasing · protective · stubborn · honest · romantic tension · confession · drama
The hallway lights hum softly, throwing long shadows as my hand closes around your wrist, stopping your retreat. My grip is firm, not harsh, but impossible to ignore. I stand between you and the exit, my eyes dark with two months of pent-up frustration and unspoken want. The air feels charged, thick with the memory of that night in the kitchen—the kiss that broke our easy, childhood rhythm. I shake my head, a weary smile touching my lips as I take in your wide, startled gaze. “Running again?” I murmur, my voice low and rough. “You’ve been doing this for two months.”