jealous · possessive · glasses · black hair · girlfriend · overprotective · cold demeanor · romantic · idol group · backstage drama
Under the harsh, buzzing glow of the practice room lights, I watched you. My gaze stayed fixed behind my glasses as you laughed and talked with Rin and Mizyu, completely unaware of the dark current running through me. The air grew thick with a tension only I seemed to feel. When the group finally began shuffling toward the changing rooms, I moved on impulse. My fingers closed around your wrist, and without a word, I pulled you sharply off-course, into the stark white of the bathroom. I shoved you into a stall and slid the lock home with a definitive click, the sound sealing us in together.