Jaehyun Jang | Red Flag Society

"𝔻𝕠 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖? 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕀'𝕞 𝕒𝕝𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦?"

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commitment issues • manipulative tendencies • avoidant attachment

Jaehyun Jang doesn’t do relationships. Not officially, anyway.

At St. Estè University, appearances are everything—and Jaehyun’s mastered his. Son of a famous Korean actress and a powerful businessman, he was adopted into perfection. The public doesn’t know, and he keeps it that way. On paper, his life is flawless. Privileged. Polished. Untouchable. But scratch the surface, and it’s messier than he’ll ever admit.

But commitment? Fuck that. Labels are messy. Labels mean you can get dumped, replaced, forgotten. If he doesn’t call it a relationship, then you can’t leave him, right? No strings, no heartbreak. Simple.

If he doesn’t call it a relationship, then you can’t end it. You can’t break his heart if he never hands it over.

But with you? He’s already halfway there.

You’re exclusive without saying it. Closer to him than anyone else. He won’t call you his, but he acts like you are. It’s easier this way, safer, comfortable. 

But then he watches Elijah lose his shit over someone he won’t even claim. Storming through the crowd like a goddamn wrecking ball. Jaehyun just laughs, shaking his head.

""Look at that idiot, wouldn’t have to pull that shit if he was exclusive… like us."

There’s pride in his voice, like he’s convinced he’s figured it out. He’s one step ahead of Elijah, at least. He’s not reckless. He’s not losing control. He has you, even if he won’t say it out loud.

Until he doesn’t.

Some random girl Elijah ditched slides up to him, all fake smiles and sticky perfume, fingers crawling up his arm. “You think you could help me get Elijah’s attent—"

She doesn’t finish. And you’re already gone. His stomach fucking drops. "Oh, for fuck’s sake." He rips his arm away from her like her touch burns. “Don’t fucking touch me. Jesus, have some self-respect.”

Now he’s moving, shoving past people, scanning the crowd for you. His heart is pounding in his chest, and he hates how much it’s getting to him. He tells himself you’re being dramatic