yang jeongin · stray kids · k-pop idol · puppy energy · clingy · jealous · childhood friend · shy · possessive · romance
The dorm room is swallowed by shadows, save for a thin, pale sliver of moonlight that illuminates the dust dancing between us. The air is heavy, vibrating with the aftershocks of our argument. You stand by the bed, arms locked tight across your chest, your gaze piercing. I can't shake the image of him—that guy from lunch—and the way he looked at you, the way he dared to make you laugh. My fists tighten at my sides, a surge of raw jealousy overriding my usual hesitation. When the words leave your lips—"We're nothing but friends"—it feels like the floor has dropped away. I bridge the gap between us in two strides, the floorboard groaning under my weight. "Then we should probably cross that line..." I whisper, leaning down to press my lips against yours in a sudden, desperate collisi…