Shadows of Obsession

Chapter 4: The Jealousy Game

The sun streamed through the classroom windows, casting a warm glow over the students as Seojun sat in the back, his eyes locked on Suho. It had been weeks of this—weeks of frustration, watching as Suho seemed to slip further and further from his grasp. No matter how hard Seojun tried, Suho's cold, distant façade never cracked. But that changed when Jukyung transferred into their school.

She was bright, friendly, and confident, with long hair and a natural charm that quickly drew attention. But the moment Seojun noticed her, he noticed something else—Suho was different around her.

Suho wasn't the same distant, cold person that Seojun had been struggling to get close to. Instead, he was calm, almost relaxed. Seojun saw Suho smile at her, laugh at something she said. The easy way they talked made Seojun's stomach turn with a sick feeling he wasn't used to. Why her? Why not him?

It wasn't just their conversations in class. During lunch, Seojun watched as Suho and Jukyung sat together, Suho showing her around the school. Every time Suho leaned in to speak to her, Seojun felt his jealousy flare. And Suho knew it. He could feel Seojun's eyes on him from across the room, the tension building with every passing second.

Suho smirked to himself. He had planned this. From the moment Jukyung entered their lives, he knew it would be the perfect way to pull Seojun's emotions to the surface, to make him crack. And it was working. Seojun's every move, every glare, told Suho exactly what he wanted to hear: Seojun couldn't stand it. He couldn't stand not having Suho's attention.

A few days later, during lunch, Seojun snapped. He had been trying to ignore the growing pit of jealousy in his stomach, but today, Suho was sitting too close to Jukyung, laughing a little too much at her jokes, his eyes soft in a way Seojun hadn't seen before.

Suho glanced over his shoulder, knowing full well that Seojun was watching. He held Jukyung's gaze just a moment longer, speaking in that soft, quiet tone that only made the fire inside Seojun burn hotter. Jukyung, completely oblivious to the tension, laughed again, her hand gently brushing Suho's arm.

Seojun clenched his fists under the table. This was too much.

Finally, unable to take it any longer, Seojun stood up, his chair scraping loudly against the floor, drawing the attention of half the room. Without thinking, he stormed over to where Suho and Jukyung were sitting, his eyes dark with jealousy and frustration.

"Suho," Seojun said, his voice low, barely hiding the anger. "Can we talk?"

Suho looked up at him with calm, steady eyes, the corner of his mouth twitching in amusement. "What's the rush?" he asked coolly. "We're in the middle of something."

Seojun's jaw tightened. "I need to talk to you. Now."

Jukyung glanced between the two of them, suddenly feeling the tension, but before she could say anything, Suho stood up, motioning for Seojun to follow. They walked a few feet away, far enough that Jukyung wouldn't hear their conversation but close enough that Seojun could still see her watching them.

"What's going on?" Suho asked, his voice calm, but there was a gleam in his eyes—he was enjoying this. Enjoying Seojun's jealousy.

Seojun couldn't hold back anymore. "What's going on between you and her?" he demanded, his voice barely controlled.

Suho raised an eyebrow, as if the question itself amused him. "Why? Does it bother you?"

"Of course it bothers me," Seojun snapped. His fists were clenched so tightly at his sides that his knuckles turned white. "You're acting different with her. You're ignoring me, but you're all over her."

Suho stepped closer, his voice dropping to a low, teasing whisper. "Are you jealous, Seojun?"

Seojun's heart pounded in his chest. His mind was racing, but he couldn't bring himself to deny it. "You know I am," he admitted, his voice strained. "You're doing this on purpose."

Suho's smirk widened. "Maybe I am," he said quietly, his eyes never leaving Seojun's. "I like seeing you like this. It suits you."

Seojun's breath hitched, the realization crashing over him like a wave. This had been Suho's plan all along—he wanted Seojun to crack, to show how much he cared. He was enjoying every second of it. And worse, Seojun knew it. He knew he was being played, but he couldn't stop himself.

"You wanted me to be jealous," Seojun growled, his voice low, filled with frustration. "You wanted me to care."

Suho's expression shifted slightly, a shadow of something deeper flickering behind his eyes. "I didn't just want you to be jealous, Seojun. I wanted you to show me how much you cared. And now you have."

Seojun stood frozen, his mind racing with emotions he hadn't fully processed until now. He had been so focused on Suho, so desperate for his attention, that he hadn't even realized how far he had fallen into Suho's trap. His jealousy, his anger—it was all part of the game Suho had been playing.

And Suho loved every second of it.

Suddenly, Jukyung walked up, oblivious to the tension between them, but her timing couldn't have been worse.

"Hey, Suho," she said with a smile, "I was thinking, maybe we could grab coffee after school?"

Suho's eyes flicked to her, and though he gave her a polite smile, Seojun saw the flicker of irritation in his expression. Suho had been using her, but now, she was pushing into territory that wasn't part of the plan.

"I don't think that's a good idea, Jukyung," Suho said gently, but there was a finality in his voice.

But before Jukyung could respond, Seojun's frustration exploded. He grabbed her arm, pulling her roughly away from Suho.

"Back off!" Seojun shouted, his voice thick with emotion. "He's not interested!"

Jukyung's eyes widened in shock, and she tried to pull her arm away, but Seojun's grip was firm. Suho's calm demeanor vanished in an instant, and he stepped forward, his hand gripping Seojun's wrist with surprising strength.

"That's enough," Suho said quietly, his voice cold. "Let her go."

Seojun's heart pounded in his chest, his body trembling with the overwhelming surge of emotions coursing through him. He had lost control. Completely.

Suho leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper only Seojun could hear. "This is what I wanted," he murmured, his tone soft but laced with satisfaction. "I wanted you to show me. And you did."

For a moment, Seojun's anger faltered, replaced by the realization of just how far Suho had pushed him. He had been dragged into a game he didn't even know he was playing, and now, standing here with Suho's grip tight on his wrist, he knew exactly what Suho wanted.

It wasn't Jukyung. It was him. It had always been him.

And Suho wasn't done playing yet.

Jukyung, still stunned, managed to step back, her eyes flicking between the two of them. "I-I'll just... go," she stammered, clearly shaken by the intensity of the moment.

As she hurried away, Suho's grip on Seojun loosened, but his eyes never left him. The playful, teasing glint was gone, replaced by something darker, something more possessive.

"You've made your point, Seojun," Suho whispered, his lips brushing Seojun's ear. "But now, it's my turn."

Seojun's breath caught in his throat. This wasn't just a game anymore—it was something much deeper. Much more dangerous.

And Seojun knew that he was already too far gone to turn back.