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Jealous

I turn my chin music up
And I'm puffin' my chest
I'm gettin' red in the face
You can call me obsessed

Taesan saw red.

Not the stage lights. Not the vibrant signs glowing from fans in the crowd.
Red. From him.

From the way that male MC kept looking at Leehan-smirking, eyes trailing too long over Leehan's frame, biting his lip when Leehan laughed at something stupid he said.

"I didn't like the way he's lookin' at you," Taesan muttered, eyes narrowed from across the greenroom.

Leehan blinked, confused. "Who?"

"That guy," Taesan nodded toward the screen where the MC was doing the pre-show interview. "You laughed at his joke. You touched his arm."

"It was a joke," Leehan said, confused but smiling softly. "Are you okay?"

"Am I crazy? Have I lost you?" Taesan growled under his breath, running a hand through his hair. "Because it's driving me insane."

Leehan turned, now fully facing him, brow creasing. "Taesan-"

But Taesan cut him off.

"I know you love me, okay? I know that." His voice cracked, heat under every word. "But I can't help it."

He turned the volume of the music in his earphones up, trying to drown the voices in his head. His chest rose and fell sharply, eyes flicking to Leehan and back to the screen.

He was puffing his chest, pacing like a caged lion, flushed cheeks betraying how deep it went. "Call me obsessed-I am."

Leehan stepped closer, his hand brushing Taesan's wrist. "Tae..."

"It's not your fault," Taesan said, quieter this time. "That they hover around you. I mean no disrespect."

He finally looked up, jaw clenched. "But it's my right to be hellish. I still get jealous."

Leehan stared at him-soft, shaken, but somehow smiling. "You're so dumb."

Taesan raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

Leehan slid both arms around his waist. "You're the only one I see, idiot."

Taesan didn't smile. He couldn't. Not with his heart still pounding like a war drum. "You're too sexy, beautiful," he whispered, voice raw. "And everybody wants a taste."

Leehan leaned in. Their foreheads touched. "Let them want. I only give myself to you."

Taesan's lips curled, finally. "That's why," he murmured, brushing his mouth against Leehan's, "I still get jealous."

Later in their shared room,

The door clicked shut behind them.

Locked.

Silence. Not the peaceful kind. The charged, electric kind-thick with tension and the weight of everything unsaid.

Leehan barely had time to turn before Taesan caged him against the wall, one hand pressed beside his head, the other already trailing dangerously down his side.

"I wanted to rip his mic off and tell the entire set you're mine," Taesan murmured, his voice rough with restraint.

Leehan's breath hitched, his heart hammering in his chest. "You were jealous," he whispered, lips twitching into a small smile.

Taesan leaned in-his breath ghosting across Leehan's cheek. "No. I was insane."
His hand slid under Leehan's jacket, fingertips brushing warm skin. "You let him laugh with you. You looked so damn pretty doing it."