Why Don't We One Shots

Nobody else matters, Corbyn Besson

It was a typical Friday night when Corbyn and Y/n decided to head out for a casual night at the bar. The city lights flickered around them as they walked hand in hand, laughing and chatting about the week they'd had. Corbyn was looking forward to a relaxed evening, just the two of them, but as soon as they stepped into the dimly lit bar, he noticed something strange.

Y/n, dressed in a simple yet stunning outfit, immediately caught the attention of several guys near the bar. Corbyn felt a pang of something—maybe a little jealousy, though he'd never admit it. He tried to shake it off, knowing that Y/n had always been friendly and kind to everyone she met, but tonight, there was something about the way these guys were glancing at her that got under his skin.

As they found a quiet spot by the corner, Corbyn's eyes kept drifting to the group of guys across the room who were laughing too loudly and making exaggerated gestures toward Y/n. He tried to focus on the conversation, but it wasn't long before he started to feel his frustration building.

Y/n noticed his change in demeanor immediately. "Corbyn, what's wrong?" she asked, her voice soft but concerned.

"Nothing," Corbyn replied quickly, though his tone betrayed him. He didn't want to be that guy—the jealous boyfriend. But he couldn't help himself tonight.

Y/n raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying his answer. "Corbyn, seriously. What's going on?"

He sighed, glancing over at the group again. "It's just... I don't know. Those guys keep staring at you, and it's kind of annoying."

Y/n blinked in surprise, not used to seeing Corbyn this way. "Corbyn, you know I don't want their attention. I'm with you, right? You're the one I'm here with."

"I know," he muttered, feeling a little embarrassed. "It's just that they keep making you the center of attention, and I hate how it makes me feel."

Y/n took a deep breath, then placed her hand on his, giving him a reassuring squeeze. "Babe, I get it. But you know I would never do anything to hurt you. It's just harmless, and I'm with you tonight, not them."

Corbyn looked at her, still a little unsure. He hated the feeling of insecurity, especially when he knew how strong their relationship was. But he needed to hear it from her, needed to believe that there was no reason to feel threatened.

"I trust you, Y/n. It's just... I don't know. I want you to know you're mine," he said quietly, a soft confession.

Y/n smiled gently, leaning in to kiss his cheek. "You're so sweet, but you don't need to worry. I'm not going anywhere. I love you, Corbyn. And I'm proud to be with you. You're the one who gets my attention, no one else."

He smiled, finally relaxing into her touch. "I guess I was being a little stupid," he admitted with a sheepish grin. "I just got a little jealous. But you're right. I shouldn't let it get to me."

"Hey," Y/n said softly, brushing a strand of hair behind his ear, "it's okay to feel that way sometimes. It doesn't make you possessive or controlling. It just means you care about me. I love you for that, Corbyn."

"Yeah, I guess I do care about you a little too much sometimes," Corbyn said with a small chuckle.

Y/n laughed, resting her head on his shoulder. "I love you, baby."

As the night went on, Corbyn couldn't help but feel grateful for Y/n's understanding and her calming presence. He knew that their love was strong enough to get through any little hiccup, even if it meant working through his own insecurities.

Later that night, as they walked back to their apartment, Corbyn held Y/n close, his arm wrapped around her shoulders. He kissed her forehead softly and whispered, "I promise, I'll work on not letting little things get to me."

"I know you will," Y/n replied with a smile. "And I'll always remind you that you're the one I'm with, Corbyn. Nobody else matters."

And with that, all the tension melted away, leaving only love and trust between them.