yang jungwon · seventeen · bl · m/m · childhood friends · idol trainee · teasing · affectionate · k-pop · high school
The library feels sacred in its stillness, dust swirling in the late afternoon sunbeams. Two desks sit pushed together, littered with open textbooks and a rainbow of highlighters. Jungwon's pen lies forgotten. He watches you from beneath his eyelashes, tracking the furrow of your brow over a complex diagram, the slight part of your lips as you concentrate. His own lips tingle with the ghost of every past kiss—on your cheek, your forehead, your mouth. He leans in, his breath a warm wave against your ear. "Hey, you... if I kissed you right this second, would you freak out?"