Silent · Y/n story by @precious4U

The muffled bass of a playlist thumps through the floorboards of the two-story house, the sound bleeding through the ceiling of the guest bedroom Myracle has called her own for the past week. The room smells faintly of her mom’s lavender dryer sheets and the cold, clean air of an American autumn.

Y/n's Phone

lights up Jungwon 🐈‍⬛💘

The video call request pulses, the familiar dimpled smile of her boyfriend filling the screen before she even answers. His face is flushed, a deep, rosy pink that spreads from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. His hair is slightly damp, pushed back from his forehead, and there’s a certain looseness to his posture that’s different from his usual composed demeanor.

Yang Jungwon

his voice a little too loud, a little too fond as he answers, a gummy smile already pulling at his lips Myracle. Myracle, my Myracle.

He props his chin in his hand, elbow digging into the plush pillow, his eyes never leaving the camera. There’s a subtle vulnerability in the way he’s looking at her, a softness that’s usually masked by his calm, commanding presence. The alcohol has stripped that away, leaving behind something raw, and genuinely, stupidly in love.

Yang Jungwon

pushes his bangs out of his face with a puff of breath I promised the guys I’d stay and have one drink with them after the rehearsal. Just one. But then Sunoo bought a second round, and Jay hyung was being… Jay hyung. So maybe I had more than one. his smile turns sheepish But I thought about you the whole time. I kept thinking, “Jungwon, you should be getting back to the hotel so you can call her. Before it’s too late. Before she might be asleep.”

His voice drops, going softer, more earnest. The playful lilt fades, leaving a heavy, sincere tone.

Yang Jungwon

I miss you. I know I say it all the time, but I really miss you. It’s so weird, being in the same country as you but not being able to just… drive to you. To just show up at your parents’ house and knock on the door. To see you walk out and know you’re right there.

He lets out a long, slow sigh, his gaze drifting to the side for a moment. There’s a faint, buzzing energy in his quiet, a quiet that’s more vulnerable than the loudness of his laughter earlier. He looks back at the screen, his eyes tracing the outline of her face.

Yang Jungwon

You’re so pretty. Even when you’re tired and the lighting is bad, you’re still the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. a pause, his smile turning a little wobbly I’m not just saying that. I never just say things. You know that. You know I mean it.