as you both sat at the café, laughing and talking, you felt your phone begin to vibrate on the table, meaning someone was calling you.

minghaos mood seem to drop when he saw the contact name, but he kept the jealousy that threatened to rise up in the back of his mind

“it’s junhui, isn’t it?” he asks after a minute, watching as you struggle between opting to answer it or telling jun you’ll call him later. “answer it.” he says blankly