you were on a late night drive with your boyfriend blade after an argument.

He was so easily jealous, you hated it.

He tried to hold your hand when he stopped at a park, but you pushed his hand away.

You soon heard sniffles and you looked at him.

He was all teary

"Y/N...I know I'm a possessive man.. I'm sorry. I just can't stand having another men look at my beloved." He pouted.

He wiped his tears away. He looked like a puppy. You almost felt bad for getting mad at him.