Hyunjin took great pleasure in provoking your jealousy, relishing every little flicker of irritation that crossed your face. It was a game to him—one he played far too well.

You were sitting beside him in the VIP section of the club, bass pulsing through the air like a second heartbeat. Flashing lights painted his sharp features in blue and red. A few other idols and industry people lingered nearby, lost in their own conversations. You were sipping your drink, pretending to scroll on your phone, when it happened.

A girl—someone you'd never seen before—walked straight up to him, all confidence and glitter. Without a word, she draped her arm around his shoulders and leaned in, pressing a kiss to his cheek like she belonged there.

He didn’t flinch. He didn’t smile. He just let it happen.

You stiffened, eyes narrowing, but before you could say a word, Hyunjin tilted his head toward you, finally acknowledging your presence with a lazy smile. “What?” He asked, voice low, teasing. “Jealous?”