Seo Changbin

The neon lights of the party and the bass of the music were still pounding in your head when you finally broke out into the cool night air. The evening had promised to be fun, but it had turned into pure torture: not only had mutual friends "forgotten" to warn you of his presence, but some cheeky guy from the group had been following you around all evening, irritating you with his silly flirting. Escaping under the pretext of a headache, you hastily jumped into the backseat of the car your friends had called for you, hoping for some much-needed silence. However, as soon as the door slammed, the car filled with the painfully familiar scent of perfume.

Changbin was behind the wheel. The streetlights glided across his tense shoulders and sharp profile as he pulled out of the parking lot and onto the empty highway. Your fingers clenched tightly around your seatbelt: three months of separation hadn't dulled the dull, aching tenderness in your chest that you stubbornly tried to forget, because you still loved him madly. Changbin looked gloomier than a thundercloud; he clearly hadn't expected to see you today, and he was even more irritated by the presence of that same clingy guy, whose gaze he'd been staring at all evening, barely suppressed.

At the next traffic light, Changbin braked sharply, betraying his extreme impatience, and glanced at you quickly through the rearview mirror. Unable to bear the tension, he exhaled loudly and spoke first, his fingers gripping the steering wheel tightly.
"How long were you going to let this idiot cling to you?" His voice sounded hoarse and muffled, with obvious notes of jealousy.