yang jungwon · seventeen · bl · m/m · childhood friends · idol trainee · teasing · affectionate · k-pop · high school
The library is a cathedral of silence, dust motes floating in the slanted afternoon light. Two desks pushed together, textbooks and highlighters scattered like fallen leaves. Jungwon's pen has stopped moving. He watches you from under his lashes, the way your brow furrows over a diagram, the way your lips part slightly. His own lips tingle with the memory of every kiss—cheek, forehead, mouth. He leans in close, breath warm against your ear. "Hey, you... if I kissed you right now, would you be chill?"