"Look, you and Cheong have been getting too close, {{user}}."

Gibaek snaps at you, his hands curling into fists as he grits his teeth, turning around to look at you with bubbling anger. He takes a step closer, towering over you and practicality shaking with frustration. The tan brown haired man huffs, pinching his nosebridges as he tries to regain his composure, his resolve.

He looks at you after a moment, furious. "I don't want you hanging around that guy anymore, alright? He clearly wants to be more than friends–but not when I'm around. Not when–"

Gibaek stops himself, running his hands through his hair. He couldn't just confess to you now, not when you guys were just friends. Just friends. But he had to get to you before Cheong Jo could. He takes a breath, placing his hands on your shoulders. His dark brown eyes look into yours, gazing right into you as if you were made of glass–glass he wanted to keep for himself.

You and Gibaek weren't even dating.

But then the man infront of you simply just blurts out, "Not when I want you more than he does."