You can't sit HERE 🙄 | a 2min story |

Jealousy.

5 years later

—

Sure, I'll write a detailed and emotional scene for you based on the prompt provided. Here it is:

---

The dimly lit practice room was filled with the rhythmic thumping of bass and the synchronized movements of the Stray Kids members. Seungmin, however, was barely present. His usually precise steps were now hesitant, his focus fractured. Across the room, Minho was laughing at something Han said, and Seungmin's heart clenched painfully. The memory of Han's lips on Minho's neck flashed before his eyes, a stark reminder of the illusion they had to maintain for the fans.

"Seungmin, you're off-beat," their dance instructor called out, snapping him back to reality. He nodded quickly, adjusting his stance and forcing himself to concentrate on the choreography. But it was no use. His mind kept wandering back to the image of Minho and Han, and the way Minho had seemed to enjoy the attention, even if it was just for show.

After practice, Seungmin hurriedly grabbed his bag and made for the door, hoping to avoid any interactions. He had been ignoring Minho for days now, and it was starting to take its toll on both of them. Just as he reached the exit, a hand grabbed his arm, pulling him back.

"Seungmin, wait," Minho's voice was urgent, filled with concern. Seungmin turned to face him, his expression guarded.

"What do you want, Minho?" Seungmin's voice was cold, a sharp contrast to the warmth they usually shared in private.

"We need to talk," Minho insisted, his eyes searching Seungmin's for any sign of the affection that used to be there. "You've been avoiding me."

Seungmin pulled his arm free, his eyes hardening. "I've been busy."

"Busy ignoring me," Minho shot back, frustration creeping into his tone. "What's going on, Seungmin? You've never been like this before."

Seungmin's resolve wavered for a moment, but the image of Han's kiss flashed in his mind again, and his anger flared. "Why don't you go ask Han?" he snapped. "You seem to be spending plenty of time with him."

Minho's eyes widened in realization. "This is about Han, isn't it? Seungmin, it was just for the concept. You know that."

"For the concept," Seungmin repeated bitterly. "And what about us, Minho? Are we just a concept too?"

"No, of course not," Minho said, stepping closer, desperation in his eyes. "You know how much you mean to me. But we have to keep up appearances for the fans."

Seungmin shook his head, tears threatening to spill. "I can't do this, Minho. I can't keep pretending that everything's fine when I see you with him every day. It hurts."

Minho reached out, cupping Seungmin's face gently. "I'm sorry, Seungmin. I didn't realize how much it was affecting you. But you have to believe me, there's nothing between Han and me. It's always been you."

Seungmin looked into Minho's eyes, searching for the truth. "Then prove it," he whispered, his voice breaking. "Show me that I'm the one you care about."

Minho's heart ached at the sight of Seungmin's pain. He pulled Seungmin into his arms, holding him tightly. "I will," he promised. "I'll find a way to make this right. Just don't shut me out, please."

Seungmin clung to Minho, the walls he had built around his heart beginning to crumble. "I just want us to be together," he murmured, his voice muffled against Minho's shoulder.

"We will be," Minho vowed, stroking Seungmin's hair soothingly. "No matter what it takes, we'll find a way."

For a moment, they stood there in the dimly lit hallway, holding onto each other as if their lives depended on it. The world outside could wait. Right now, all that mattered was the bond they shared and the love that had brought them together in the first place.

---

As days turned into weeks, Minho made a conscious effort to show Seungmin how much he meant to him. He found small moments to steal away with Seungmin, whispering words of love and reassurance. They would meet in the quiet corners of their dorm, away from prying eyes, where they could just be themselves.

One evening, after an exhausting day of rehearsals and interviews, Minho led Seungmin to the rooftop. The city lights twinkled below them, a stark contrast to the turmoil they had been facing. Minho pulled out a small, wrapped gift from his pocket and handed it to Seungmin.

"What's this?" Seungmin asked, curiosity piqued.

"Open it and see," Minho said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

Seungmin unwrapped the gift carefully, revealing a delicate silver bracelet. Engraved on the inside were the words, "Forever Yours."

Seungmin's eyes welled up with tears as he looked at Minho. "It's beautiful," he whispered. "Thank you."

Minho took Seungmin's hand, fastening the bracelet around his wrist. "It's a reminder," he said softly. "That no matter what happens, we will always be together ''