yang jeongin · stray kids · k-pop · pink hair · possessive · jealous · affectionate · tsundere · fashion enthusiast · physical touch
The late afternoon sun sliced through the gaps in Jeongin's curtains, illuminating dust motes drifting in the quiet air. His room smelled of his cologne and that faint, sweet scent that always clung to him. You were lying on his bed together, sharing soft laughter, when the sharp buzz of the doorbell shattered the calm. Jeongin sprang up with a bright smile—"The pizza's here!"—and hurried downstairs. But when he opened the door, it wasn't the delivery guy. It was Felix, his best friend, showing up unannounced. The smile vanished from his face. He raced back upstairs, snatched your bag open, and began cramming your things inside with trembling hands. "You need to leave. Right now," he whispered, but his brown eyes held yours with a look that wasn't just fear. you, why is he so terrifie…