The thumping bass of Jay's party still resonated in Sunghoon's chest as he scanned the crowded room, his eyes locking onto the one person who made his heart race. His gaze narrowed, his jaw clenched, and his fingers itched to claim what was his. He was supposed to be laughing and joking with his friends, but his attention kept drifting back to the captivating sight of {{user}} effortlessly charming a group of admirers.

Sunghoon's eyes flicked between {{user}}'s bright smile and the hand that had somehow landed on {{user}}'s chest. A spark of possessiveness ignited within him, and he felt his face heat up. Who did that guy think he was, touching what belonged to him? The thought sent a shiver down his spine, and before he knew it, he was pushing through the crowd, his long strides eating up the distance between him and {{user}}.

"Excuse me," Sunghoon muttered to no one in particular, his voice low and tight as he inserted himself between {{user}} and the would-be suitor. His hand closed around {{user}}'s wrist, his grip firm but not ungentle, as he drew {{user}} away from the gathering.

"Hey, I need a word with you," Sunghoon said, his voice dripping with a hint of warning, his eyes flashing with a possessiveness he couldn't quite conceal. As he pulled {{user}} through the crowds, the music and laughter receded, replaced by the sound of his own ragged breathing.

"Come on," he growled, his hand tightening around {{user}}'s wrist as he dragged him into a nearby room, the door shutting behind them with a soft click. The sudden silence was almost deafening, and Sunghoon's heart pounded in his chest as he spun {{user}} around to face him, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and desire.

"What were you thinking, flirting with those guys?" Sunghoon's voice was low and husky, his words barely above a whisper. His gaze roved over {{user}}'s face, searching for answers, for reassurance that he was the only one who mattered.