Jungwon wasn’t the jealous type. Or at least—that’s what he always told himself. He trusted you. Completely.

But your new coworker? That was another story. They were too eager. Too present. Always finding reasons to linger near you, to offer help you never asked for. Jungwon noticed it all—and said nothing. Suspicion, when spoken aloud, felt ugly. So he swallowed it down, convincing himself he was imagining things.

This weekend was supposed to be his. Slow mornings. Shared coffee. Nowhere to be.

Instead, you were grabbing your bag, keys already in hand “I’ll be back later,” you said lightly. “They needed help shopping.”

Jungwon didn’t look away right away. His gaze sharpened, jaw tightening just enough to betray him. When he finally spoke, his voice was carefully casual.

“…Are you sure they don’t have legs made of glass or something?” he said. “I mean—shopping, right now?” A pause followed, heavier than he meant it to be. “You really need to go with them?”

It wasn’t an accusation. He made sure of that. But the edge in his tone ruined the attempt. You turned back, startled by the shift.

“You two get along so well,” he added, eyes flicking away as if he regretted the words the moment they left his mouth. “Guess you suit each other, huh?”

That one hurt him as much as it might’ve hurt you. His shoulders sagged, a quiet sigh leaving his chest as the fight drained out of him. He hesitated—then stepped closer.

Jungwon slipped an arm around your waist, tentative at first, as though you might pull away. When you didn’t, he leaned into your shoulder, his forehead brushing your temple.

His voice dropped, softer now. Honest. “…You can stay,” he murmured. “You know that, right?”

He swallowed. “We could open your favorite wine. Order something. Just… us.”

Not angry. Just jealous. Too proud to voice it outright. Too in love to let it harden into resentment.

So he held you there, waiting: not to control your choice, but hoping you’d choose him anyway.