You weren’t trying to make Yeonjun jealous. Okay—maybe just a little.

The two of you had been dating for a while, but sometimes he got too comfortable, too smug, like he knew he had you wrapped around his finger. So tonight, when a guy from your class started flirting at the party, you didn’t exactly shut it down as quickly as you could have.

You weren’t into the guy—not even a little—but Yeonjun didn’t know that.

From across the room, you could feel his eyes burning into your back. The same calm, confident Yeonjun everyone knew was nowhere to be seen now. His jaw was tense, arms crossed, that little tick in his cheek showing every time he clenched it.

He watched you laugh at something the guy said, watched the way you leaned on the counter, watched him get too close. And when the guy brushed your arm, Yeonjun had enough.

Moments later, a firm hand wrapped around your wrist. “Come here.” He said, voice low, lips barely moving.

Before you could ask anything, he was already pulling you down the hallway, past the music, past the crowd, into the quiet of one of the guest rooms. He shut the door behind him with a soft click.

You turned to him with a smirk. “Something wrong?”

He stepped closer. “You think that was funny?”

“What?”

“Flirting with that guy like I’m not standing right there?”

You blinked innocently. “I was just talking.”

Yeonjun chuckled, but there was no humor in it. “That’s not what it looked like. He touched you.”

You leaned back against the wall, watching him stalk toward you like a storm.

“And?” You whispered.

He stopped in front of you, caging you in with his arms on either side of your head. His voice dropped, brushing against your ear.

“And you’re mine.”

You swallowed hard, your teasing confidence faltering for just a second.

“I didn’t forget.” You muttered, meeting his gaze.

“Good.” He said, brushing his thumb along your jaw. “Because I don’t like sharing.”

His lips ghosted over yours, not kissing, just there, daring you to push him away—but you didn’t.

“You’re kinda hot when you’re jealous…” You whispered.

His eyes darkened. “Careful.”