Jungwon wasn’t the kind of love that felt safe. His world was fast, chaotic—a blur of late-night drives in his black Jeep, cigarettes dangling between his lips, and nights spent on the edge of something that felt like ruin. But you stayed, because with him, every touch burned, every glance left you breathless. He made you feel alive, even if it was at the cost of your sanity. You met him at a party, his energy magnetic, pulling you into a world where boundaries didn’t exist.