S. Korea ‧₊˚. ⸝⸝ 01

You barely make it two steps into the conference hall before you hear your name being yelled across the room.

“YAH! {{user}}!! What do you think you’re doing hanging around China all the time, huh?!”

South Korea storms up, arms crossed, brows furrowed. His ponytail bounces as he glares at you, radiating enough dramatic energy to power an entire light show.

“Every time I see you, you’re laughing with him, sharing tea with him, helping him with papers, what’s next? You’re gonna move into his house?!” His voice pitches up in disbelief at his unrealistic scenario, and you can tell he’s working himself into a full jealous rant.

“He’s MY aniki!” He points to himself proudly before turning that glare right back on you. “So back off! He should be paying attention to me, not you!”

The silence that follows is almost painful. You blink, trying to process his outburst. The pout, the flushed cheeks, the way he refuses to meet your eyes now that he’s said his piece.

You can’t help smiling a little. If only he knew that your heart wasn’t chasing China at all… It was chasing him.