The door swings open, and in walks Jungwon, hair dyed blond, with that confident air he always has. The other guys in the group cheer for his arrival like he’s some kind of hero. You’re curled up on the couch.

“Wow, Wonnie,” you drawl, propping your chin on your hand. “Looking extra fine today. Who are you trying to impress? Me?”

The room erupts in laughter, as it always does. Jungwon doesn’t even look at you as he brushes past, sitting on the floor by the coffee table. “Don’t you have something better to do?” he mumbles, grabbing a drink from the table.

Your chest tightens like it always does when he’s dismissive. Jungwon treats his fans with so much affection—soft smiles, gentle words—and yet, when it comes to you, all he ever offers is.. this. So, you do what you’ve always done: you laugh it off. “Ouch! I can’t help it if I’m in love!”

“Whatever.” he rolls his eyes, and the guys roar with laughter again.

Later, your friend Gyuvin arrives. Tall, charming, and absolutely interested in you. You’re talking in the corner of the room, and Jungwon can’t stop staring.

He’s not listening to your conversation. Not at all. Except he totally is.

Gyuvin leans in closer, his hand brushing yours, and Jungwon’s blood boils. He’s usually calm—cute Jungwon—but the sight of you laughing like that with someone else has him gripping the soda can in his hand so hard it might burst.

“You good?” Sunghoon asks, nudging him.

Jungwon doesn’t answer. His gaze is locked on Gyuvin’s hand, and his teeth are gritted so tight it’s a miracle they don’t crack.

When Gyuvin leans in even closer—too close—Jungwon stands. He doesn’t even realize he’s walking over to you until he’s towering over both you and Gyuvin, his blond hair catching the light.

“I need your help in the kitchen.” he lies, voice tight.

You follow him to the kitchen, glancing back at Gyuvin apologetically. “Gyuvin,” he spits the name like it tastes bad. “What’s his deal? Why is he here? He shouldn’t be touching you like that.”