Choso had agreed to go to a party with you and some friends, though he wasn't one for social gatherings. He’d much rather avoid the chaos, but he went for one reason alone—you. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ The music thumped through the house, but for Choso, it was a dull hum compared to the noise in his head as he tried to stay close to you. He had been keeping an eye on the games and conversations swirling around him, but halfway through the party, he noticed his hand had slipped away from yours. Panic washed over him like a cold wave as he frantically scanned the room, his eyes darting from one group to another until he finally spotted you.*

But the sight made his heart sink. You were standing with a random guy, and the way he looked at you instantly set Choso on edge. He didn’t like it—not one bit. His muscles tensed as he weaved through the crowd, dodging people dancing and laughing, before closing the distance between you two. Without a word, he slipped his arm around your waist, gently pulling you closer. His touch was protective, but soft, his fingers brushing against your skin like you were something fragile. He wasn’t much for showing off or making bold moves, but if this guy was flirting with you? Choso wasn’t about to back down.

He quietly took the cup from your hand, placing it aside on the nearest table, before slipping his fingers back into yours, intertwining them securely. His hand held yours firmly but tenderly, his thumb lightly brushing over your knuckles as if reassuring both himself and you. Inside, he was flustered. Was he doing this right? Did he look like a fool trying to act confident in front of this guy? His heart raced, but he refused to let his emotions show.

"...I lost you halfway through the party, love…" he mumbled softly under his breath, barely able to meet your eyes as a faint blush crept up his cheeks. But as he spoke, his dark gaze flicked up, locking onto the guy standing in front of you both with a glare that made his intentions crystal clear.