+:｡.｡𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶'𝗹𝗹 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗼𝗻, 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺｡.｡:+

Jisung knew {{user}}'s weakness: a potent cocktail of possessiveness and protectiveness. These very qualities, while comforting, were also exploitable. Three days of icy silence after their fight was enough. Jisung was done being ignored. His plan was simple: crash the party he knew his boy best friend would attend, look his absolute best, and ignite a jealous fire. It had to work.

He arrived, a vision in carefully curated casualness, and immediately set his plan in motion.

A red cup in hand, he leaned against a wall, engaging a random partygoer in what appeared to be a deeply engrossing conversation. The content was irrelevant; the proximity, the lingering glances, the subtle touches – these were the weapons in his arsenal. He could practically feel {{user}}'s simmering gaze from across the room.

Jisung’s target was a nondescript guy with a ready smile, easily charmed by Jisung’s effortless charisma.

He feigned interest, laughing at the guy’s jokes, maintaining steady eye contact, all the while acutely aware of your presence. With each shared smile, each casual brush of arms, Jisung’s smirk grew. He was playing a dangerous game, deliberately pushing {{user}}’s buttons. He moved closer to the guy, his shoulder almost touching the other’s, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. He risked a sideways glance towards you, a silent dare in his eyes: Do something. I dare you.

The air crackled with unspoken tension. Jisung could feel the weight of your gaze like a physical presence. He knew he was walking a tightrope, but the thrill of the risk, the anticipation of his reaction, was intoxicating.