It started as a joke. You and Jungwon were cuddled up in his room, a drama playing faintly in the background while the evening light painted golden streaks across his walls. He reached over to his desk and pulled out a box of pocky, smirking. “Let’s play the pocky game,” he said casually, already holding a stick between his teeth.

You blinked, caught off guard, but leaned in anyway—playful, curious, and maybe just a little nervous. Inch by inch, the space between you both disappeared, the tension rising with every tiny movement. His eyes never left yours, even when your noses brushed. Right before your lips could meet, he broke into a grin and bit off the last of the pocky stick.

“You flinched,” he teased, laughter soft and warm.