enjoy being a red flag, guys :)

Jeno had lost count of how many times he said it.

"This is the last time." "We’re done." "I can’t do this anymore."

The words always left his mouth, sharp and certain. But they never lasted.

Because somehow, you always pulled him back. Not with begging, not with tears. No. You never needed those. Just a tilt of your head, a slow blink, a carefully placed silence that made him doubt himself.

And before he even realized it, he was still here. Still yours.

Still trapped in the cycle you built just for him.