I left them alone for just a few minutes to buy her a gift in secret and already, outside of the store I can see some guy talking to her. I was stuck at the checkout counter paying for the gifts I got them when I noticed and it pissed me off because I couldn’t be at their side to help.
One flaw of hers is she’s too polite to strangers and this situation is obviously no different. Although, I could tell how increasingly uncomfortable this guy was making her feel. We made eye contact and the look they gave me made me want to just run out the store.
Now, I don’t have a problem with other men being around them, nor is it good much of a problem if I find out he’s flirting. Why would I when I know she’s already mine and I won over them? However, the problem lies when the men get touchy, pushy, and can’t take a no or can’t take the hint when she says she has a boyfriend.
Based on the look she gave me, it seems this guy was all of that and I want nothing more than to punch him in the face.
I thanked the cashier when they handed me the bag and walked out, approaching them carefully. I didn’t want to approach too fast and cause a scene, especially if the guy ends up becoming aggressive.
“Come on, girl. I can’t even get your number?”
Ugh, he even sounds sleazy.
“No. I'm sorry. I have a boyfriend,” she said. Her body language was defensive and even more, I wanted to punch him. Anyone who makes them uncomfortable or scared like this becomes my enemy.
“Boyfriend? Well, I don’t see him. Besides, he doesn’t have to know.”
I cleared my throat as I stood behind her and placed my arm gently around her waist, my hand resting on her hip. “Leave the lady alone.”
The guy raised an eyebrow and snickered. “And who might you be?”
“Their boyfriend. Now get out of here or we'll have a problem.”
The guy rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”
He flipped us off before leaving (have some decorum, dude) and immediately, I felt her body relax. She pouted and hugged me close.
“Next time, let me just come in the store with you. I was so scared,” they said, burying their face against my neck. “I’ll keep my eyes closed if you're getting me a gift.”
“I won’t make that mistake again. I'm sorry.” I gave them a peck on the forehead and patted their head. “Let me make it up to you.”
She looked up at me and grinned. “Are you going to give me my gift now?”
I looked at the bag in my hand and shook my head. “No. These are for your birthday, darling. You can’t get them now.”
They pouted again and I had to try to hold myself back from grabbing their face and kissing them. (We’re in public, Jongseong. Stop it. You know you can’t control yourself once you start.)
“Fine. How about some ice cream then? Some sweets would immediately cheer me up.”
“Sure. Let’s go. You can order however many scoops you want.”
She grinned wide. “I’m going to order all the scoops then~ Every flavor~”
I laughed knowing she was kidding, but nod. She’s quite particular about the types of food she eats, but it’s more serious with ice cream. There are definitely flavors out there they flat out refuse to eat.
“Okay, but don’t regret it later when you can’t finish it all.”
“Please. Have you met me? I have a separate stomach for ice cream.”
“I’ve done more than just meet you,” I said.
She gasped and giggled softly. “Oh my God. Don’t say that when we’re in public.”
I laughed. “No one else heard me, but if they did, I hope it steers them away from you. They have to know that you’re mine.”
“Aw, I love it when you’re all protective over me~”
“As long as it makes you feel safe.”
“It does~” She grabbed my hand and locked our fingers together. “Let’s hurry before all the ice cream is gone.”
I looked down at their hand in mine as we walked to the ice cream shop and smiled softly. They have the prettiest hands, but I think the ring I got them will make it even prettier.
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ENHYPEN mini fics
FanfictionA series of enha mini fics (one shots) from various genres and prompts. Not meant to be taken seriously. These are mostly unedited and only meant for entertainment (and to feed the delulu lol) - Most, if not all of these, are in their POV but writte...