MR. JEON

MR.JEON 💜📖 Part 1 The Rooftop

He cracked one eye open.

He reached out, fingers brushing mine. Just a small touch, but my heartbeat tripped anyway. For a second we said nothing — just the wind moving around us, his thumb tracing idle circles on my hand.

I didn't even know what "this" meant — only that his gaze made it hard to breathe. He took a slow step closer, eyes never leaving mine.

My chest tightened.

The air between us grew heavy, stretched thin. He reached up, brushing his fingers along my jaw, gentle like he was afraid I'd break.

He didn't stop. His thumb lingered at the corner of my mouth, his voice low enough that I almost missed it.

My breath caught. The world seemed to tilt, the glow of sunset catching in his eyes. He moved closer until the distance between us was only a heartbeat.

I didn't. He leaned in slowly, his forehead brushing mine — a pause, a silent question.

Then his lips found mine. It wasn't rushed. It wasn't careful either. Just real — warm, deep, and enough to make the rest of the world fade.

When he finally pulled back, his breath was unsteady, his voice rough against my skin.