The crosswalk light blinked green, and people surged forward into the street. You and Jungwon walked with them, your hand tucked into his jacket pocket, talking about nothing important. The city was loud - cars honking, tires hissing against wet asphalt - and you barely noticed the delivery truck barreling down the lane, its headlights cutting too close.

You stepped out first.

A split second later, Jungwon’s arm shot out, yanking you back so hard you stumbled into his chest. The truck roared past where you’d been standing, a blur of metal and screeching brakes. The air displaced by its speed slapped against your face.

It missed you by inches.

The world slowed. You heard your own heart, violent and desperate, in your ears. The people around you gasped, someone cursed, but Jungwon didn’t let go - his grip was iron, his chest rising and falling too fast against your back.

“You-” His voice broke. He tried again, sharper, almost angry “Do you realize you would’ve…”

You didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Your knees felt weak, the sidewalk tilting beneath you.

Jungwon turned you toward him, hands cupping your face now, trembling even though he was trying so hard to hide it. His eyes were wide, wild, nothing like the calm steadiness you were used to.