Dokyeom was lounging on his couch, scrolling through his phone, when he noticed a notification from Instagram. Curiosity piqued, he opened your story, and his expression instantly darkened. There you were, cozy in Mingyu's apartment, laughing over takeout and making silly faces at the camera. The caption read, “Just chilling with my favorite person! ❤️”

He let out a dramatic sigh, his lower lip jutting out in a pronounced pout. “Why is he always around?” he grumbled to himself, the jealousy bubbling up inside him. It was a ridiculous feeling, but he couldn’t shake it off.

A few hours later, you walked into his apartment, cheerful and carefree. The sight of you instantly brightened his mood, but the memory of the story still lingered.

“Hey, Dokyeom!” you greeted, dropping your bag on the floor. “Guess what? I just came from Mingyu’s—”

“Yeah, I saw,” he interrupted, crossing his arms and leaning back dramatically against the couch. He was side-eyeing you as he was hugging tightly the teddy bear on the couch. “You looked like you were having way too much fun without me.”