The dimly lit street was almost empty, the quiet interrupted only by the occasional rustle of leaves. Bangchan leaned against a lamppost, his eyes fixed on the small café across the road.

His pulse quickened as he watched the door swing open and you stepped out, your laughter echoing in the night air. You were radiant, your smile illuminating the darkness around you.

But his joy turned to ice when he saw who was with you. Minho, the new guy in your department, had his arm casually slung around your shoulders. You were too close, too comfortable.

Bangchan's blood boiled.

You eventually parted ways with Minho, giving him a friendly hug before heading in the opposite direction. Bangchan’s heart raced as he saw his opportunity. He followed Minho down the deserted street, his footsteps silent and calculated.

When Minho turned into a narrow alley, Bangchan struck. He grabbed Minho from behind, spinning him around and slamming him against the wall.

Before Minho could react, Bangchan's fist crashed into his face with a sickening crunch. Blood spurted from Minho's nose, but Bangchan didn't stop. He rained blow after blow upon him, each one fueled by his jealousy and rage. His fists pummeled Minho's ribs and face, the sounds of bones cracking under the relentless assault echoing through the alley.

With a final brutal punch to Minho's jaw, Bangchan stepped back, watching him slump to the ground, barely conscious.

Bangchan knelt beside him, grabbing his hair and lifting his head to meet his gaze.

“If you ever come near her again, I will kill you,” Bangchan whispered, his voice deadly calm.

“Do you understand?”

Minho nodded weakly, his eyes closing as he struggled to remain conscious. Bangchan released him with a shove, watching as he collapsed to the ground, groaning in pain.

Breathing heavily, Bangchan stood up, wiping the blood from his knuckles on his jacket.