The music at the club pulsed as you danced beside Heeseung, his arm draped around your waist. Nights like these, where he let himself relax, were rare, and you leaned into him, enjoying the moment.

Out of nowhere, a guy at the bar sent a drink your way, not even acknowledging Heeseung. You blinked, surprised, but before you could react, Heeseung’s grip tightened. His usual gentle demeanor shifted, his jaw clenching as his eyes locked onto the guy with a cold glare.

Without a word, Heeseung pulled you toward the exit, his grip firm and unrelenting.

“Heeseung, what’s wrong?” you asked, trying to keep up with his hurried steps.

He didn’t answer, his pace determined, the tension in the air almost suffocating. You could feel something more than jealousy radiating from him. He hailed a cab, practically dragging you inside. His hand still held yours, but you noticed the tremor in his grip. You smirked by yourself, knowing he got jealous sometimes and loved to let his possessiveness turn into lust occasionally. Which you would never mind.

Once home, you half-expected him to pin you against the wall, but instead, he dropped your hand and began pacing across the room, running a frustrated hand through his hair.

“Heeseung, please just talk to me,” you urged, watching him with growing concern.

He stopped, back turned to you, and let out a heavy sigh. When he finally faced you, his eyes were filled with unshed tears, catching you off guard.

“Heeseung, what’s going on?” you asked softly, stepping closer.

His voice trembled as he spoke. “It’s not just about the guy at the club. I’m scared, okay? You’re younger, beautiful… what if one day, you realize I’m not enough? What if someone just takes you away from me?”

His vulnerability hit you hard.