𝗿𝗲𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀 | jinji

seven: no one else but you

JISOO.
i think i like you, park jinyoung.

every night, it'd always be you whom i think of.

i still remember the day i saw you with yeeun, and exactly like a fresh wound, that thought pains me strangely.

and as i look into your deep eyes at this moment, with your firm hand softly pressed against my back, and our bodies only inches apart, i think i know, that i do.

jinyoung smirks. "that's probably the first time you avoided my gaze." i pout automatically, smacking his arm by impulse. i break free of his grip as i walk away to breathe for a moment.

the way we'd catch our breaths echoes within the studio. "what's the next step though?" i show jinyoung a video of a stunt, settling it down once we think we've known how it goes.

"wait, so does it go-" jinyoung tries to start, failing once he pauses, staring into thin air. "wait, i forgot."

for some reason, as i drown in my train of thoughts for figuring out the stunt, the way your hand naturally and cozily lingers on my waist, for a solid minute, comforted me a lot.

i glance at jinyoung's focused expression, his other hand busily playing with his bottom lip as thoughts wandered within his mind.

"hey, why are you staring?" surprised, my eyes widen, my startled eyes meeting his smug, chocolate ones that gleamed beautifully with the exact amount of light.

"you like me, don't you?"