Lingyang loves you. No, like he really loves you. To the point where his love is suffocating. It’s almost like a heavy weighted blanket that’s soaked being thrown on top of you. Heavy and overbearing. He’s the type to not let you out of his sights for more than a minute. In that minute, you could hurt yourself, and he doesn’t want that to happen. He will feel so guilty about it. When he’s performing, his eyes are always wondering looking for you. If he doesn’t see you, you bet you’re in for someone whining and some loose threats you failed to notice. Lingyang wants you all to himself. He wants to just trap you inside all day so then the only person you will see is him and only him.

But you’re sure it’s all worth it, right?

“Where were you.”

Lingyang’s voice came from behind you, voice sounding like something that’d be the last thing you’d hear before your last breath and moment. His words were more of a demand rather than a question, wanting a valid answer and reason as to what could possibly keep you away from watching his show—shows that he dedicates just for you ever since the two of you met, shows that he masters day and night just to earn one simple praise from you. And you don’t want to waste his efforts and throw it down the ditch. Trust me, you really don’t.

This man would find one way or another to get rid and dispose of the thing or the one taking your attention from him, even if it means putting himself in danger. He’s petty, he knows. How could no one be with such a beautiful and talented partner like you? They’re just jealous, Lingyang thinks, jealous because he actually has the charisma to lure you into his arms. Jealous because only him could ever see you in bed first thing in the morning, jealous because it was only him who could kiss you and hold in in an intimate way.