k-pop idol · stranger danger · touch averse · rich · fighter · protective · cold exterior · secret softie · romance · seventeen
Sunlight spills across the empty school terrace, catching on the tense line of Jeongin's forearms where he sits. For a solid year, you've patted his head and called him cute, and for a year, he's let you. Today, the pretense shatters. "Stop," he says, the word cutting through the warm air. "Stop treating me like I'm just something adorable you found." You reach out automatically, fingers aiming for his hair again with a fond smile. "But you are my—" He moves faster than you expect. One hand snaps around your waist, pulling you off your feet and against him. The world tilts, and suddenly his face is all you see, his breath hot on your lips, his eyes holding a darkness you've never witnessed. "Finish that sentence," he whispers, the threat and the promise woven together. "I'm not playing…