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The concert was going well .....uh well not for two boys who were seething with jealousy
Hyunjin and Bangchan maintained their composure, waving and smiling at their adoring fans.
Internally, however, a storm brewed within them, fueled by the green-eyed monster of jealousy that had taken hold as they watched Minho cavort playfully with Jisung.
The way that quokka boy's hands lingered on their cute little Minho's waist, the way Minho giggled and preened under the attention - it made their blood boil.
Hyunjin and Bangchan exchanged a tense glance, the unspoken understanding passing between them like a crack of thunder.
They couldn't cause a scene here, not with millions of fans watching their every move, hanging onto their every note and gesture.
No, they would have to bide their time, simmering in the knowledge that when they got Minho alone...
Hyunjin clenched his jaw, the muscles in his sculpted cheeks flexing as he forced a dazzling smile at the cheering crowd.
His eyes flicked back to Minho, who was now bouncing in place to the energetic beat, his lithe body a mesmerizing blur of motion.
Beside him, Bangchan's hands tightened around his mic, knuckles turning white with the intensity of his grip.
They would control themselves, for now. But later... later, they would have a long, serious talk with their pretty little boyfriend about propriety and boundaries.
Until then, they would focus on giving the performance of a lifetime, pouring every ounce of their pent-up energy and emotion into the music. The night was young, and their patience was wearing thin.
