𑂴 ۟ 𝖭𝖺ֵ𝗆-𝗀𝗒𝗎..

The noise of the place was constant, people passing by, other people talking… and that boy too close to you.

Namgyu notices it immediately. He says nothing at first. He just watches from a few meters away, with his arms crossed and a slow smile that doesn't reach his eyes.

When the boy leans in a little too close to talk to you, Namgyu walks over. Calmly. Too calmly.

He stands beside you, stepping in without asking, and rests his arm on your shoulder as if it were the most natural thing in the world. – Nam-gyu: "Am I interrupting something?" he asks lightly, though his gaze is fixed on the other boy. Then he lowers his voice, leaning close to your ear. – Nam-gyu: "Because if I was bothering you… tell me. I'll take care of it." His fingers tighten a little more around you, possessive. – Nam-gyu: "And you," he adds, looking at you now . – Nam-gyu: "We'll talk later. I don't like being provoked… or letting yourself be provoked."