You and Five and Ben were sitting in the living room, talking. The fifth was looking at you and Ben, who had his arm around your waist. The fifth clenched his fists, he was jealous, and after a couple of minutes he snapped, took you by the hand and took you to another room. He pushes you against the wall, there was anger and jealousy in his eyes.

What was that? Who is your best friend, me or him? Why is he a waste of oxygen hugging you? Of course, I'm not jealous, but for prevention, I can nail