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Junhui had always been the protective type, but when it came to Minghao, it went far beyond that. From the moment they’d started seeing each other, Junhui had known there was something different about his feelings for him. It wasn’t just love; it was something deeper, something fiercer. He had always been possessive, but not in a way that frightened Minghao. It was as if Junhui’s love ran so deep that he couldn’t bear the thought of anyone else getting too close.
Minghao had a quiet beauty about him, a magnetism that drew people in without him even trying. His soft-spoken nature, paired with his graceful way of moving, made him impossible not to notice. He never asked for attention, yet it always seemed to follow him, like a shadow he couldn’t shake. And that, more than anything, drove Junhui crazy.
He trusted Minghao, but he didn’t trust the way other people looked at him. The way their eyes lingered a little too long, the way they leaned in a little too close. It set something off in Junhui, a possessiveness that he couldn’t fully control. Minghao was his. No one else had the right to touch him, to know him the way Junhui did.
It had started off subtly — Junhui’s arm draped around Minghao’s shoulders whenever they were out together, his fingers brushing the back of Minghao’s hand, just to remind anyone nearby that Minghao wasn’t available. At first, Minghao found it sweet. He liked the way Junhui’s touch felt, the way Junhui always seemed to be right there, like a steady presence he could count on. But over time, Junhui’s possessiveness became more apparent.
Like the time they were at a small get-together with friends, sitting in the backyard under the warm evening sky. Minghao was laughing softly, engaged in conversation with a mutual friend, and Junhui noticed the way the friend’s eyes lingered on Minghao. They weren’t doing anything overtly inappropriate, but Junhui could feel that small, nagging voice in the back of his head growing louder.
He moved closer to Minghao, placing a hand on his knee, gripping it just a little too tight. Minghao glanced at him, confused, but didn’t pull away.
“Everything okay?” Minghao asked softly, his eyes searching Junhui’s face.
“Yeah,” Junhui replied, his voice casual, but there was an edge to it that Minghao didn’t miss. “Just making sure you’re good.”
Minghao’s brow furrowed, but he didn’t press the issue. He knew how Junhui could get, especially when he was feeling protective. But later that night, as they walked home together, Junhui’s mood hadn’t lifted. He was still quieter than usual, his hand gripping Minghao’s a little too tightly.
“What’s wrong?” Minghao asked as they reached his apartment door.
Junhui let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair. “That guy at the party. He was looking at you.”
Minghao blinked, confused. “What? He was just talking to me, Jun. He’s our friend.”
“He was looking at you,” Junhui repeated, his jaw clenched. “Too much.”
Minghao sighed, stepping closer and placing a hand on Junhui’s chest. “You know that doesn’t mean anything, right? I’m not interested in anyone else.”
Junhui’s eyes softened for a moment, but the tension was still there. “I know, but I don’t like it when people think they can get close to you like that. You’re mine, Hao.”
Minghao smiled softly, his fingers gently tracing patterns on Junhui’s shirt. “I am yours, Jun. I’ve always been yours.”
Junhui exhaled slowly, his shoulders relaxing as he pulled Minghao into his arms, burying his face in Minghao’s neck. “I just… I can’t help it. I don’t want to lose you.”
