minho

You were at Minho’s favorite cafe, a quiet place. That day, a boy you knew from college stopped by to say hello. The conversation was quick, but Minho, who was sitting in front of me, couldn’t stop watching you. The boy said goodbye and left, smiling at his usual kindness. Minho didn’t say anything at first, but his gaze fixed on your coffee cup gave you the clue. His hands nervously played with the rim of his glass.— “Who was it?” His voice sounded lower than usual, and although he tried to sound calm, he couldn’t.— “Just a classmate” You answered with a smile, but he didn’t seem convinced.— “Oh, yeah? He seemed pretty... close” He murmured, frowning without looking at you. You laughed, trying to ease the tension.— “You don’t have to be jealous, Minho” He looked at you, crossing his arms.— “Oh, right, I’m not jealous. I just enjoy seeing how other guys feel so comfortable flirting with my girlfriend, what a show"

Minho jealous of his girlfriend.