trapped // hwang hyunjin ✔️

chapter twenty

chains on my neck

choi luna

"hyunjin? i'm home." i call out. said boy comes out of his room, shirtless and a towel wrapped around his waist. i gulp, tearing my eyes from him. i couldn't look at him like that anymore, he was with ara. our senseless hook-ups were over.

"come in my room." he motions for me to follow him.

"you can't tell me out here?" i ask, he shoots me a questioning look. he shrugs and makes his way to sit on the couch. "aren't you gonna get dressed first?" i ask another question. he simply shakes his head no and pats the spot next to him. i carefully sit, not too close, but not too far so that he'd get suspicious.

"where did you go with jeongin?" he asks.

"i told you we got ice cream. we didn't really wanna listen to ara's obnoxious— her moans..." i fix the end of my sentence, feeling bad because ara was hyunjin's girlfriend and he probably wouldn't like me making fun of her.

"is that all?" he asks.

"yeah, then we came back here and he left." i shrug. "why?"

"ara isn't my girlfriend." he runs a hand through his wet hair.

"but she said-"

"she's not my girlfriend." he repeats.

"maybe you should tell that to her." i raise an eyebrow at him.

"i'm telling you."

"why? it wouldn't matter if she was anyway." i tell him honestly. though it hurt a little, it was true.

"wouldn't it?" he gazes at me.

"w-what do you mean?" i curse myself for stuttering.

"doesn't it make you a little angry to see her with me?" he asks, seductively tilting his head to the side.

"no... why would it?" i look away from him. the playful smirk on his lips making my heart beat faster.

"cause i get a little angry when i see you with jeongin."

"what? why?" i look back over to him, the same smirk plastered on his face as he shamelessly checks me out.

"he likes you."

"and?"

"he's slept with you."

"and?" i ask again, not understanding his point.

"i'm jealous." i furrow my brows at him.

"how can you be jealous? you have a girlfriend."

"she's not my girlfriend." he says through gritted teeth.

"i don't think she knows that." i scoff. "and still, how can you be jealous. you don't even like me." i cross my arms.

"i don't?" he says, his tone laced with tease. now i know what he's doing.