Heeseung. heejake

—" He was just asking for the exit, Heeseung! Why the hell did you almost hit him?" Jake hissed as Heeseung dragged him through the club crowd. — "He was staring at you for half an hour and putting his hands on you, while you just stood there smiling," Heeseung gritted out, shoving the heavy door open to the street. — "I'm fucking done." — "I was just being polite! Trust me for once instead of making a scene!" Jake crossed his arms. None of this was his fault, and the jealousy stung deeply. Outside, Heeseung didn't even look back. To keep from losing it completely, he stepped away toward the wall and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. The silent treatment infuriated Jake. Oh, really? flashed through his tipsy mind. Wanting to push buttons, he noticed a tall guy nearby (Sunghoon, who was just out for air) and switched on his "flirty puppy" mode. Jake walked right up, pressed against his shoulder, and smiled charmingly. — "Hey... Nice jacket. Mind driving me far away from here?" Sunghoon froze, completely stunned by the stranger's audacity and sudden proximity. Heeseung took a drag, turned around, and froze. The cigarette nearly dropped from his fingers when he saw Jake practically glued to another guy. Everything inside Heeseung exploded. Threw his cigarette onto the asphalt, he stormed over, grabbed Jake roughly by the collar, and yanked him away from a bewildered Sunghoon. He dragged him straight to his red Ferrari. Heeseung kicked the passenger door open and shoved Jake—who was resisting but secretly pleased with his stunt—onto the leather seat. Heeseung dove in right after him, slammed the door shut, and immediately loomed over the boy, pinning him down. The car instantly grew suffocatingly hot. — "Done playing games?"