Kim Namjoon

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The party was buzzing. Music pulsed in the air, mingling with the scent of expensive perfume and laughter. For most, it was a night of opportunity, connections, and flirtation. But for Namjoon, it was a night of intense vigil. He stood tall and stately, like a rock, amid the seething sea of ​​guests, his gaze, usually thoughtful and kind, now sharp as a blade.

His gaze was fixed on Jin. And it wasn't just admiration. It was ownership.

Jin, as always, was the center of attention. His beauty was unearthly, as if straight from the cover of a glossy magazine. His every gesture, every movement, was polished, graceful, and captivating. Men and women, young and not so young, were drawn to him like moths to a flame. Their gazes, full of admiration, desire, and even a hint of envy, glided over his flawless face, his slender figure, his snow-white smile.

Namjoon felt a familiar, yet no less painful, feeling welling up inside him. Jealousy. It was like poison ivy, clinging to his heart, squeezing it with every compliment, every touch. He saw one boy, too boldly, reach out to straighten a non-existent crease in Jin's jacket. Namjoon felt his jaw tense.

Without thinking, he took a step forward. His long legs covered the distance easily, and he appeared next to Jin like a shadow. His hand, strong and confident, settled on Jin's slender waist, pulling him closer. Jin, who was just about to respond to another request, turned around in surprise.

"You're here with me, Jin," Namjoon replied, his voice low and velvety, yet laced with steel. He didn't take his eyes off the boy, who had already pulled his hand back as if burned. Namjoon didn't even give him a chance to blink. He simply pulled Jin even closer, his thumb gently stroking the fabric of his jacket at his waist.