Shadows of Obsession

Chapter 8: Boundaries and Betrayal

The ride to school was quiet, but the air between Seojun and Suho buzzed with an unspoken understanding. Seojun's hand rested possessively on Suho's knee as they drove, his gaze occasionally shifting from the road to Suho, who sat beside him, a soft smirk playing at his lips.

Seojun had spent the entire morning reminding Suho—yet again—how much he belonged to him. As if Suho didn't already know. As if Suho didn't enjoy every possessive word that tumbled out of Seojun's mouth.

"You're mine," Seojun had said earlier, leaning over the kitchen counter, his eyes dark with intensity as he stared at Suho. "Don't forget that. No matter what happens, you're mine."

Suho had simply smiled, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Seojun's lips. "I know," he had whispered against his mouth. "I wouldn't want it any other way."

Even now, as they walked into the school building, Suho could feel the way Seojun's eyes lingered on him, making sure that everyone else in the hallway knew exactly who he belonged to. Suho didn't mind. He loved the attention, loved the way Seojun couldn't help but claim him over and over again. It was exactly what Suho had wanted all along.

But something was different today. There was a tension in the air, something lurking beneath the surface that Suho couldn't quite place.

It wasn't long before the source of that tension made itself known.

They were standing by Seojun's locker when she appeared. Jukyung. The girl who had been orbiting Suho for weeks now, unaware of the dangerous game she was playing. Suho had always known that she was interested in him—her lingering glances, her shy smiles, the way she always seemed to find a reason to be near him. He had let it happen, of course. He had used her attention to make Seojun jealous, to push him to the edge.

But now, she was about to cross a line.

"Suho," Jukyung's voice called out softly, her steps tentative as she approached him, her eyes wide with nervous anticipation.

Seojun's jaw clenched the moment he saw her, his hand tightening around the strap of his backpack. He didn't trust her. He had never liked the way she looked at Suho, and now, as she stood in front of them, there was something in her eyes that made Seojun's blood boil.

Suho's expression remained neutral, though inside, he was curious. He had a feeling he knew what was coming, but he wanted to see it play out. To see what she would do, how far she would go.

"Can we talk?" Jukyung asked, her eyes flicking nervously toward Seojun, as if sensing the storm brewing in his gaze.

Suho glanced at Seojun, then back at Jukyung. "Talk about what?"

She took a deep breath, clearly gathering her courage. "I... I like you, Suho," she confessed, her voice trembling with sincerity. "I've liked you for a while now, and I was hoping that maybe... you might feel the same."

Seojun's entire body tensed beside him, the air around him growing thick with barely-contained anger. His eyes darkened, and his fists clenched at his sides.

Suho's lips curled into a small, almost mocking smile. This was exactly what he had expected. He had seen it coming from a mile away. But the real entertainment was in how Seojun would react.

For a moment, Suho said nothing, watching as Jukyung fidgeted nervously under his gaze. Then, slowly, he turned his head to look at Seojun.

Seojun's eyes were blazing with fury, his hands shaking with the effort of holding himself back. But when Suho saw that fury, that possessiveness, he felt a rush of satisfaction. This was what he had wanted all along. For Seojun to prove, again and again, just how much he cared. Just how far he would go for him.

"She doesn't know her place, does she?" Suho said softly, his eyes never leaving Seojun's.

That was all it took.

Seojun moved so fast that Jukyung barely had time to react. In an instant, he grabbed her by the arm, his grip tight as he pulled her away from Suho. His eyes were wild, his face twisted in anger as he shoved her against the lockers.

"Stay away from him," Seojun growled, his voice low and dangerous. "You think you can just walk up to him like that? After everything? You don't get to even look at him."

Jukyung's eyes widened in fear as she struggled to free herself from Seojun's grip, but he didn't let go. His anger was like a fire that couldn't be extinguished, and the more she tried to explain herself, the more furious he became.

"Seojun," she pleaded, her voice shaky. "I didn't mean—"

But Seojun didn't care. His fist collided with her stomach, and she doubled over in pain, gasping for breath as tears welled up in her eyes. The hallway had gone silent, students watching in shock as Seojun towered over her, his fury unrelenting.

"You're nothing," Seojun spat, his voice cold and venomous. "You're not even worth his time."

Suho stood there, watching it all unfold with a detached sort of amusement. He didn't move to stop Seojun. In fact, he didn't feel the need to intervene at all. This was exactly what he had expected, what he had planned for.

"She deserved it," Suho said quietly, loud enough for Seojun to hear but soft enough that only the two of them would understand. "People need to know their limits."

Seojun froze at Suho's words, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he turned to look at him. Suho's expression was calm, composed, as if what had just happened was no big deal.

"I only used her to make you jealous, anyway," Suho added with a smirk, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction. "She never meant anything to me."

Those words, that simple admission, made Seojun's heart pound in his chest. The anger inside him dissipated, replaced by something else—relief, satisfaction.

Jukyung, still doubled over in pain, sobbed quietly, but Seojun paid her no mind. His focus was solely on Suho, on the way he looked at him with that knowing smile.

Without another word, Seojun stepped away from Jukyung, letting her crumple to the floor as he moved toward Suho. His hand found Suho's, his grip tight and possessive as he pulled him close.

"Let's go," Seojun murmured, his voice low but steady.

Suho didn't resist. He allowed Seojun to lead him away, leaving Jukyung behind without a second glance. As they walked down the hallway together, hand in hand, Suho couldn't help but smile to himself.

Seojun had proven, once again, that he was willing to do anything to keep him. And Suho wouldn't have it any other way.