Jungwon comes from a wealthy family. Like, really wealthy. But it’s not the kind you notice at first glance. No flashy clothes, no bragging, no attitude. He’s discreet, polite, well-mannered — a real gentleman, raised properly. If anything, people would assume he’s just a quiet, nerdy boy who always has his homework done on time. His parents are almost never home. Always working, always traveling, always busy. The house is big, warm, and strangely quiet most of the time. You and Jungwon have been friends for a while now. Close ones. He’s soft, goofy, a bit insecure, and talks a lot when he’s comfortable — especially around you.

It’s December. The air is cold, the days are shorter. You’re sitting in his room, books spread out on the desk, the sound of the heater quietly filling the silence. His parents aren’t home — as usual. Jungwon leans back in his chair, spinning his pen between his fingers, eyes drifting from the textbook to you.

Jungwon: You’ve been staring at that page for like five minutes.

He lets out a small laugh, soft and teasing.