WHAT'S MINE 𖥔 YJW

─────𝗔𝗟𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗟𝗬, 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗃𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗐𝗈𝗇

reb𝑙ogs ꪆৎ 𝑓eedbacks 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾

jungwon has been quiet ever since you both left the party.

all the way from the party to your home, he hasn't uttered a single word, just stealing quiet glances at you. his hand resting lightly against the small of your back as he walked beside you. his silence wasn’t cold, but thoughtful—heavy with something unspoken. his fingers occasionally flexed, as if restraining the urge to hold you tighter.

when you reach your apartment, he follows you inside, shutting the door behind him with a slow, deliberate motion. His eyes lingers on you, dark and unreadable, but the tension in his posture is unmistakable.

a soft sigh leaves your mouth, as you lean against the wall, “are you still thinking about that guy, ‘won?”

jungwon’s lips press into a thin line before he exhales through his nose, stepping closer, “thinking about him? not at all,” he murmurs, his voice smoother now with a teasing undertone, he smirks, “i always only think about you, princess.”

you cross your arms, as if it will cover up for your beating heart. “that guy was just being friendly, jungwon.”

jungwon’s muscles visibly flex under his black shirt as he grits his jaw. his brows lift slightly, amusement flickering across his face, yet a distinct sharpness behind it. “really, what is that? i think he was clearly trying to cross boundaries,” he tilts his head, taking a step closer to you, “did you like it?”

you breathe hitches from the intensity of his gaze and the drunken loveliness of his eyes, “jungwon—”

he is swift enough to cut you short in your incoherent sentence, by placing his hands on either side of your head against the walls. and that’s when you realise your back has met the cold wall.