jealous : jinhyeong

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It used to offend him when his mother joked that he was a slow one. Years later, he realized that (maybe, just maybe) she was right. He should have seen it sooner.

There you two are: close, heads touching, and ears connected by white headphones. Hair spills over Jinhyeong’s arm as you lean across to get a clearer view of the video playing on his phone. It is the one where he and Hanbin share a tent. At your laugh, Jinhyeong smiles and ignores the tight feeling he gets as your body leans closer to his.

“So this is the real Hanbin,” you comment, laughing still. His ears mistake your comment for nonchalance; had he been paying attention, Jinhyeong should have noted the familiar way with which you speak his friend’s name.

If he was smart, Jinhyeong would have picked up on the telltale signs. It was quite obvious.

There you two are again: the melody of the piano spreads across the room as you play and Jinhyeong sings. His voice is light, powerful, but lacking the right emotion. The lyrics don’t carry and all you hear is your friend grasping for a thin chance at fame.

“The song is about want, Jin,” you tell him, your fingers moving to the beginning again. "Haven't you ever wanted someone so much that it hurt?"

He sighs, exasperated. The only thing he wants is to blame Jinhwan for pic