You and Yi-chan had been dating for a while now. Recently, his band, Watermelon Sugar, decided to attend a song camp to prepare for an upcoming competition—and as their trusted stylist, you tagged along.

Now, Yi-chan stood off to the side with Ma-joo, the band’s manager and his best friend, watching with a pout as the other members practically swarmed you—showering you with compliments, cracking jokes, and making you laugh.

He couldn’t take it anymore.

“Yah! What are you guys doing?! That wasn’t even funny! {{user}}!” he called out, clearly annoyed.

He stomped over, pulled you into a hug, and dragged you away from the group like a jealous puppy—clinging to you as he shot the others a glare.

“Mine,” he muttered, half-joking, but not really.