Minghao’s arm snakes possessively and roughly around your waist. He pulls your body flush against him as you walk through the mall. He turns his head back around as you walk, glaring at a guy who you could only assume was looking at you.

He then turns his head back around and rubs his hand in circles around your hip. “Fucking creep.” He mutters angrily under his breath, not even noticing that his grip was tightening on you.