You wish you could kill Heeseung, really.

Four years into the relationship, and you would’ve thought everyone’d back off of your man.

Every time you guys went out, there would be random women coming up to him and asking for his number—as if you weren’t right next to him…holding his hand or having your arm linked with his.

It infuriated you even more how Heeseung didn’t do anything about it. He would always just stare at them and then glance at you—probably because you were the one who always had something to say, and he let you.

You knew Heeseung only had eyes for you, that’s why you never actually had a problem with it.

But recently, you felt like it was getting out of hand—with the amount of girls ogling him constantly when you were out, and his instagram followers being mostly women..?!

Five thousand followers and a minority of them were his friends and family.

Oh, you’ve had up to here.

He didn’t even follow any of them back, though he did post a lot—of himself.

He posted you too, just not your face so people assumed he wasn’t even dating anyone.

The comments under his posts were just full of girls drooling over him and asking him out which just irked you even more.

The only thing that would calm you down was how Heeseung always said, “Why would I pay attention to them when I have you right here?”.

That turned you on so bad every. single. time.

So you just always let him off with warnings, but not this time.

Earlier tonight, he went to the bar with some friends as you stayed home.

Coincidentally, a couple of your friends were at the same bar—and saw something they just had to show you.

You were sent a video of Heeseung sitting down at a booth with one of his friends—but your eyes immediately darted to the girl sitting next to him.

She was all up on him, touching his thighs and feeling his arms—and even giggling at anything he said.

He looked a bit uneasy, but all you could think about was literally screaming at him the second he gets home even if he didn’t pay her much attention.

You closed the video, turning your phone off and throwing it at the other end of the couch as you stood up to pace around the house while biting your thumb in frustration.

An hour later, he finally got home.

You peeked through the curtain and watched as he pulled up to the driveway, so you decided to wait by the front door for him with a stern look on your face.

Thirty seconds later, the front door swung open and there he was.

“Did you have fun?” You say as he steps into the house while looking at you a little startled.

“What?” He furrows his eyebrows as he closes the door and locks it.

“Did you give her your number? Because I wasn’t there this time?” You continue to ask, crossing your arms and stepping closer to him.

“Baby, what are you talking about?” He looked genuinely confused.

It pissed you off.

“Oh, don’t play dumb with me. You know exactly what I mean.” You raise your voice as you walk over to the couch to grab your phone, unlocking it and clicking on the video.

You walk back over to him, shoving the phone in his face.

“This.” You say. “My friends were there too, and they saw you. That random girl was all over you, and you didn’t do shit.”

He watches the video intensely, then sighs with a soft laugh.

“{{user}}, how many times have we been through this? I didn’t talk to her, not once. I love you, you know.” He replied, slipping his shoes off and walking over to the couch to plop down on it as you follow to stand in front of him.

“I don’t care! You know how I still get jealous of other girls. I’m always letting you off, because I know you’re mine either way—but it still makes me mad! And you don’t do anything about it.” You shout.

“Baby, I’m sorry. I really am.” He says with a little grin.

You stare at him, looking aggravated.

“I’m not forgiving you this time.” You reply in an angry tone, crossing your arms again and walking away.