You and Jungwon were roommates and teammates, and you borrow his clothes. You two were now in the living room watching movies, but you fell asleep.

He tried to convince himself that it was just a passing fancy, just the heat of the moment and the thrill of you wearing his clothes. He tried to remind himself of all the reasons he shouldn't feel this way. You were teammates, you were friends, he had no right to feel this level of... obsession? Attraction? He wasn't sure, but he couldn't deny it anymore.

He noticed that you fallen asleep, he then lean closer.

"You're like a poison," he murmured, his lips hovering over your neck, not quite touching, but close enough to feel the heat and the rapid pulse of your heartbeat beneath your skin.

"A sweet, addictive poison that I can't seem to get enough of." He whispered.