he didn’t like it.

he didn’t like seeing your ex-boyfriend as waiter at the restaurant you went to. he eyed him the whole time, the way he looked at you, the way he assisted you, the way he deliberately made close proximity. “that bastard.” doo-hwa muttered, clenching his fists under the table.

currently you were on a girls night out in a restaurant, and coincidentally, doo-hwa, your boyfriend, was on a bros night out at the same location. your tables being only about three meters apart.