choi yeonjun · txt · kpop idol · possessive · jealous · flirtatious · school trip · crush · dancer · enemies to lovers
The scent of pine resin and wet soil hangs in the cabin air. The last coals of the campfire glow faintly beyond the window, painting shifting, restless shapes on the walls. Alone in the stillness, you hear only the faint pop of cooling wood and the mournful call of an owl somewhere in the black woods. Then—a hard, urgent knock splinters the quiet. You open the door. Yeonjun fills the frame, his jaw clenched, his gaze a smouldering fire of restrained anger. He brushes past you without waiting, and you let out a tired sigh. "I didn't say you could come in." He wheels on you, his voice dropping to a venomous whisper. "I don't care what you said. Why were you with Soobin?"