Stray Kids Imagines | bang chan

Jealousy, Jealousy, Pt. I | ANGST

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You shouldn't have come.

The flashing lights, the loud conversations, the music blasting from the speakers, and most of all, the light buzz going on in your head; it's all too much at once.

It's Chan's fault, really. He'd started the argument about something that you've forgotten by now so you stormed out and headed to The Black Cat for a drink.

The bartender, Jae, walks up to you with mild concern from behind the counter. You've formed a connection with her as a regular customer, but you're usually here with friends.

"Are you alright?" she asks kindly, brushing a stray blond hair from her delicate face. Her hazel eyes peer at you curiously.

You muster up a smile. "I'll be fine, Jae. Thank you."

She nods unsurely but doesn't press the point. "Oh, hello!"

You turn to look at who Jae is greeting to find Minho, a frequent customer at The Black Cat who is famous for his killer moves on the dance floor. He's even been known to sing quite well, too. Not to mention extremely good-looking with his beautifully structured features and flawless blonde hair, though you've never thought about Minho as any more than that.

"Hello, Minho," you say politely as he takes a seat beside you. He inclines his head silently; you quickly learned that he isn't much of a talker and that's perfectly fine. The two of you have become somewhat friendly acquaintances so there is no need for formalities.

"You know what you should do?" Jae says brightly, glancing from you to Minho. You don't like where you think she's going with this; she knows you're with Chan, of course, and while you're sure that Jae only thinks with good intentions, Chan is naturally quite easily jealous and possessive around men who he is scared to lose you to. Despite your reassurances, Chan still has his guard on when he's with you and Minho at The Black Cat all together. He tries to pretend like he isn't jealous, which you find extremely funny.

"... be nice, don't you think?" Jae finishes saying to Minho before glancing at you for a response.

You stare at her blankly. "Sorry, what?"

Jae chuckles good-naturedly. "I was saying it might be a good idea for you and Minho to hit the dance floor, no?"

You hesitate, looking at Minho before gazing at the dance floor that is not too crowded but still has a fair amount of people on it so space would be limited. Minho knows you're dating Chan, of course, and while you're sure that he'd never betray your trust, you're still unsure of how dancing with him would play out as no one you know is here besides Jae.

That is, until your gaze passes over the enterence to the club and you spot Chan looking around with a composed yet slightly worried expression. His eyes are darting back and forth as he scans heads yet his lips remain in a straight, thin and unreadable line.

You suddenly turn away from him, standing up boldly and looking at Minho and Jae.

"You know what? Why not? Would you mind, Minho?" you declare.

He shrugs, standing up and heading towards the dance floor with a brief nod in parting with Jae.

A little dancing wouldn't hurt, you think to yourself with a slight smile. You would never try to get Chan to fight Minho, of course, nor are you going to dance with him in any way that crosses the line - but some carefree fun wouldn't hurt, and any jealousy from Chan that comes with it isn't your problem.

When you reach the dance floor, people are dancing to some sexy R&B song that's been up-and-coming lately. Some grind on each other while others simply roll their hips in the dark lighting.

Everyone's wearing something revealing, making you feel glad that you changed from your jeans and t-shirt into an unbuttoned maroon blouse and tight black jeans.

Minho slips into relaxed yet focused dancing pattern, letting his body sway to the music as he leans back slightly while standing behind you.

You've never been the best dancer, but you picked up some simple moves that suit the beat that's playing as you almost lean into Minho while maintaining a few inches of distance between your bodies.

You casually glance around, wondering where Chan is; he's sitting at the bar looking fairly dressed up in a loose black shirt and tight black jeans. His hair has been combed, done in that calculated way that he does on date nights. Jae is passing him a drink, talking to him as she moves around to serve other customers around them.

Minho's hands abruptly graze your hips as the crowd seems to grow and bodies are nearly pressed up against you; some random forty-year old man is looking at you with a smile on his face as his eyes fall from your face to your chest. You look at Minho, who's watching the stranger from out of the corner of his eye with an cold expression. He's already in protection mode; he always watches out for you when Chan's not around.

Minho pulls you against him and sends a death glare at the stranger, who quickly disappears in crowd in defeat.

You look at Minho with a smile of gratitude. "Thank you."

He nods, letting go of your body and giving you space.

Seconds later, you feel someone's hand snatch your wrist from behind you without warning, and it's definitely not Minho.

You whip around, ready to fight before realizing it's Chan, and he looks pissed.