Jungwon was always the responsible leader, the composed one, the one who kept everything in check. But with you? That control slipped so easily.

Right now, he sat on the edge of your bed, his hands gripping the sheets as he looked up at you with wide, uncertain eyes. His usual confidence was nowhere to be found, replaced by something softer—something desperate.

"Tell me what to do," he murmured, voice barely above a whisper. "I'll do anything...just don’t ignore me."