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• title , pairing : jealousy | lee jeno x fem!reader
• genre : angst, fluff
• description : you both fight and end up not talking to each other for a week. he is sad definitely and seeing you happily interacting with people unlike him triggers his feelings.
Jeno's smiles drops down in millisecond, eyes are squinted and brows are furrowed in confusion. Suddenly, he's full of frustrations. Frustrated on how a thought of you replacing him flooded his mind.
The fact that he's currently watching you happily talking to an unknown man worries him. It triggers his self-esteem. And the worse thing is, it's not just the feeling of apprehensiveness but a pit of jealousy bubbling in his innermost senses.
How could he not tho.
After a straight whole week of not seeing you— no news, no messages, no phone calls, no signs of you. He doesn't saw even your shadows and it badly wrecks him.
You don't know how much he thought of you every time he meticulously compose sentences that will make you flutter. And at the same time, he plans to approach you in the most perfect way just to beg for you to take him back.
It's heartbreaking how he feels so melancholy those times. Foolish him to expected you to feel the same, atleast for the obvious fact that you're relationship isn't okay.
But seeing you hysterically joyous conversing to a guy, orbs are shinning with too much care, smiles are bigger, and the way your body response to every little of his demeanor. It is so different from those who you called justfriends— making him bittersour.
He blinked a few more times to clear his mind, maintaining his calmness because the least thing he wants to do is to make you mad again.
Jeno made his way to approach you, a few more steps before he reaches your spot, An unexpected short breathe emit from his lips.
The tall guy who looks like bidding his goodbye abruptly picked you, spinning you around with his biceps wrapping around your waist, yet the thing that surprises Jeno is you're not even bothering to move away.
The way you just laugh while occasionally tapping the guy's arm to make him stop– angers him, thus the moment the unknown male drop you down and about to move away with his hands bidding you goodbye, Jeno hastily jog to your direction, meeting the guys with a straightway punch across his face.
“Jeno!” you gawk in shock, clasping a hand on his limb while he point a finger to the male who stoop down. “what the heck.”
Your mad and confuse gaze met Jeno's dark once. You looked at him intently with brows furrowing in pure disappointment.
