It all started with Ryu’s usual teasing—lazy smirks, lingering touches, whispered compliments just low enough for only you to hear. You never thought much of it. But apparently, Heeseung did.

Now, the entire school was gathered outside on the field, forming a tight circle as fists flew. Ryu was on the ground, his lip split, struggling to get up as Heeseung towered over him, chest heaving.

"Stay the fuck away from her," Heeseung growled, shoving him back down.

The crowd murmured, some cheering, others gasping. You stood frozen, heart pounding as Ryu wiped the blood from his lip, looking up at Heeseung with a smirk.

"You jealous or something?" Ryu taunted, voice strained. "Didn’t know she was yours."