Jack and Jack Imagines

He Gets Jealous - Gilinsky

It's my friend's birthday.

I'm going to look good.

When I showed Jack my outfit, the short sequin shorts and long sleeve, lace crop top I could tell he didn't like it.

But he didn't say anything because it's' too soon into our relationship to say anything like that.

Hell, it's even too soon to take him to my friend's birthday party.

He hasn't even met her yet.

I usually wouldn't take a guy to my friend's birthday if we weren't serious, but this is my friend, not my best friend.

I open the door to my friend's house when we get there and Jack snickers from behind me.

I glance behind me and smirk, knowing what he's thinking.

But the music and cheering is too loud to knock, nobody would hear it.

"I'll go get us drinks," Jack yells to me over the music, walking towards the kitchen.

I nod, going to dance in the living room or makeshift dance floor.

I mouth along to the Drake song, swaying my hips to the beat.

Someone grabs my hips, moving their crotch against my butt.

My nose scrunches up in distaste, recognizing that the hands are too harsh to be Jack's.

Jack would never hold me as hard as this guy is.

I move to step forward and away from the guy but he won't let me go.

I'm starting to panic when the hands are ripped off of me.

I turn around quickly to see a livid Jack in the guy's face.

The guy is clearly drunk and doesn't really care what Jack's saying, which makes him angrier.

"Come on," I say softly, tugging on Jack's hand.

He turns to face me, his red face softening as soon as he sees me.

I nod towards the door and he nods, pulling me out of it.

"I knew you shouldn't have worn that," he says as soon as we walk out the door.

He shakes his head, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

"Hey, look at me," I stop in front of him, lifting his face to make eye contact. "It's alright. It could happen to anyone, which is really depressing, it just happened to be me that guy chose. Thank you for getting there before it went further."

"No man beside me gets to touch you," he moves forward, nudging his nose into my neck and wrapping his arms around my back. "You're mine. All mine."

I knock down the part of me that wants to tell him I'm my own person.

I should comfort him right now, not hurt him even more.

"Yes I am," I run my hand through the back of his hair.