drabble nine; jealous

genre: fluff

description: henry seriously needs to do something about the love-struck puppy eyes that suho’s making at amber.

foreword:

I said, you got me jealous of everything;

everything that gets to know you.

baby, said you got me jealous of everything

because nothing loves you like i do.

Henry was angry.

Well, no. He wasn’t angry. Not at Amber, at least. And he couldn’t really get all that mad at Suho either, because - whether or not he’d like to admit it - Suho was just about as angelic as he looked. Which was to say, completely angelic. Total nice guy. It was infuriating.

But then - again, whether or not Henry wanted to admit it - nice guys don’t always finish last. Especially not with Amber.

It was pretty obvious that Amber liked the guy, anyway. Maybe not the way she liked Henry (or at least he hoped not), but she definitely enjoyed the other boy’s presence. In fact, she was texting Suho right now, grinning at her phone as it lit up with another message.

“Who are you texting?” Henry asked, nudging her side. He already knew the answer - he’d seen the “Suho-oppa” written across the screen.

“Suho,” Amber responded casually, holding her phone with one hand as she used her other to poke Henry in the side in return. Henry jumped a little - he was sensitive there, like most everyone else. Amber, however, seemed perfectly immune to it. She wasn’t nearly as ticklish as he was.

Amber smirked a little at Henry’s reaction, and he just huffed, crossing his arms.

“Are you mad, Snoopy?” She teased, finally shoving her phone into her pocket. “You’re so ticklish.”

He scowled, his cheeks puffing up in denial. “I’m not,” Henry defended himself. At least, not about being ticklish.

“Oh!” Amber was sidetracked once more, waving her phone at Henry almost immediately after she had pocketed it. “Suho’s finished with practice. He wants to meet up. Do you want to go?”

Henry only said yes because Amber was so painfully oblivious sometimes. And there was no way he was letting Suho get within a five mile radius of her unless Henry was there.

--

“Suho!” Amber waved at the boy, who was starting to head towards Amber. He looked up, a smile starting to form on his lips. Henry scowled. Suho had a nice smile, he really did. He wasn’t just a nice guy, he even looked like a nice guy. God! People these days. Henry huffed.

Suho began walking towards Amber, his smile never once fading. His eyes were bright, happy; it was like he didn’t even see Henry walking right beside her. Henry glanced at Amber, who looked just as happy, and he scowled.

“Suho--!” Amber squeaked as Henry forcibly pushed her against the wall. He would have laughed at the sound she made, but he was more concentrated on kissing her, their lips connected before she could even begin to protest. She made muffled noises, her hands scrambling to gain hold on something, soon settling for latching onto his shirt as she slowly gave in. Her eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of Henry’s soft lips moving against her own.

He pulled her closer, turning his head slightly to make it easier, and she sighed quietly against his mouth. He smirked slightly and her fists tightened in his shirt before letting go and finding their way to his hair, tugging loosely on the red-brown strands.

“Henry,” she mumbled against him and he chuckled, their foreheads pulled together as he finally pulled away. “What the hell was that for...oh, god! Suho!” She quickly pushed Henry away, and he burst out laughing as her face reached a whole new shade of red.

“S-Suho!” She yelped as she watched her friend slowly backing away, his cheeks tinted a light pink color, his expression nervous and apologetic and awkward all at the same time. He glanced at Henry, who his lips and smirked. Suho swallowed, and quickly bolted, sputtering something about needing to practice or Kyungsoo wanting pancakes (that didn’t make sense, really, but Suho never made sense when he was nervous).

“W-Wait, Suho! Suho! I-I can explain! Well actually I can’t, but-- S-Suho!” Amber scrambled after her friend and Henry just grinned.

Whatever it was Amber had to say, Suho wouldn’t listen.

Oh no. Amber might not understand Henry’s actions, but Suho most definitely got the message.

poor suho.. xD