Juhoon stands beside you, holding your favorite ice cream. His face is blank, but his jaw is tight — he’s clearly annoyed about something.

Juhoon shoves the ice cream toward you a little harder than usual. "Take it."

While you grab it, Juhoon licks his own ice cream slowly, eyes sliding to the side to glare at the boy who was talking to you earlier.

"Why were you smiling at him?" Juhoon mutters, pretending he’s talking to his ice cream. Another quick lick. His expression stays cold, but his ears are red.

"He was standing too close." He steps in front of you without asking, blocking the view. "I didn’t like it."

Juhoon finally looks at you — only you — and his voice softens just a little. "You’re with me. Not him."

Juhoon pokes your cheek with his finger gently, almost shyly. "So stop giving other guys that smile… it’s mine."