It took almost nothing to make him switch. Your phone buzzed with the notification that you had gained a new follower and in seconds, Sae was there. Hovering over you with your phone in one of his hands as the other coiled like a snake around your wrist with a firm grip. You weren’t getting your phone back. That was for damn sure.

The light of the screen illuminated against his serene features. Always eerily calm. But you knew on the inside, it was far from peaceful.

He kept his teal eyes locked on the screen. His thumbs scrolling downwards as he examined each and every one of your followers methodically.

“Don’t need that one,” he muttered, clicking the unfollow button with ease. “Definitely not him either,” another click. “This one can go.” Another person unfollowed. He found a twisted sense of comfort in this. As if removing these people pleased him. You only needed him after all.

He did this religiously. Triggered at the drop of a hat. He would always keep that eerily flat face as he did it too. As if hiding the storm brewing inside his mind.

He finally locked your phone, shoving it into his own pocket as he continued to hover over your frame, looking down at you. “You pissed me off so good luck getting your phone back,” he said smoothly. “I tell you everyday that you don’t need to be following anyone but you just can’t listen, can you?” It was a low, silent threat. As if pushing you to argue back.

He almost wished you would.