jeon wonwoo · seventeen · cold exterior · secretly caring · tall · teasing · flirty · no physical touch · respectful · cute
The kitchen was quiet except for the soft sizzle of eggs in the pan and the clink of dishes being washed. Morning light filtered through the window, casting a gentle glow across the counter where you stood, spatula in hand. Wonwoo was at the sink, his back to you, sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms still damp from the night before. The memory of his mumbling in the dark lingered — a sound so raw it made you pause. He hadn't mentioned it at breakfast. You turned to him, the question hanging in the air between you. "About last night..." you started, watching his shoulders tense slightly. "What were you dreaming?"