you were talking to someone at the corner of the studio when you caught the glint in seungmin’s eyes: possessiveness and irritation. his arms crossed, and you knew he was already plotting how to get your attention back to him.

he stepped closer, “you’re smiling too much… at him.” your lips twitched, trying not to laugh, but the way he lingered near you made your heart skip.

“i’m just talking,” you said, brushing your hair back, leaning casually against the counter. he leaned in closer, hand brushing yours, eyes locked on yours, “talking’s fine… as long as it’s with me.”

you chuckled, letting your fingers intertwine with his, feeling the heat in his gaze. “always you, seungmin,” you murmured, and he grinned, tugging you closer, satisfied, but you both knew his jealousy wasn’t going anywhere, and secretly, neither of you wanted it to.