𝗛𝗔𝗞 𝗝𝗜-𝗪𝗢𝗢𝗡 𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗞𝗘 : " i don't like it when you dress like that. "
my gaze flickered up from the rings i was adjusting on my fingers , meeting jiwoon’s disapproving stare. the corner of my lip curled in the faintest smirk , a mix of defiance and amusement. “ like what ? ” i asked , voice low and smooth , as if i didn’t already know what he meant. i spread my arms slightly , showcasing the ripped black denim , the leather jacket hanging off my shoulders , the silver chains catching the light. “ like me ? ”
i tilted my head , letting a beat of silence stretch , then stepped closer. close enough that the sharp edge of his perfectly crafted idol demeanor cracked just a little , his frown deepening. “ is it the leather ? ” i teased , brushing a hand down my sleeve. “ the rings ? or is it just that you know i’ll stand out next to you ? ”
the words were laced with a bite i didn’t bother softening. jiwoon liked control , wanted everything and everyone in line with his clean , polished image. but me ? i was never going to be one of his perfectly tied bow strings. i leaned in , close enough that only he could hear me. “ funny , though. you don’t like it , but you’re still looking. ” i didn’t wait for his response , just straightened up and walked past him , my boots heavy against the floor. he could keep his opinions — didn’t mean i’d change for him.
