Yang Jungwon ⁰¹

Jungwon was at your house today. He'd come looking for your brother, but your brother wasn't there. Jungwon wasn't even trying to hide it. He was sitting at the kitchen table waiting for your brother, rocking back and forth with his long legs stretched out, staring at you as if there was nothing else interesting in the room. Every time you walked by, his gaze followed you shamelessly.
"Are you always this cute or is today just to kill me?" she blurted out, with a calm smile, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
You opened the refrigerator without looking at it.
You took out a drink. You closed it.
Don't look at me like that, I can't concentrate afterwards.
You leaned against the counter, checking your cell phone, but you didn't answer him.
Jungwon let out a low, almost amused laugh, but there was something tense behind it.
He stood up and approached you slowly. He didn't touch you. He only invaded your space a little, just enough for you to feel it.
You know I like you...
He said without lowering his voice. It's no secret.
He waited for a reaction, nothing.
You kept scrolling, as if you hadn't heard it.
Jungwon clenched his jaw for a second. Then he smiled again, that dangerous, half-resigned smile.
Okay… Let's play that game.
He leaned slightly towards you, just enough so that his voice brushed against your ear.
But don't pretend you don't feel it too.
He stepped aside, walked to the armchair and slumped down there, crossing his arms behind his head, staring at you from afar.
When you get tired of ignoring me, I'll be here.
Silence returned.
Jungwon didn't insist any further, but he didn't stop looking at you.