You’re not jealous. You’re definitely not jealous.

That, is such a lie. So here you’re sitting watching an awards show that you can’t seem to remember in your state of fury and your boyfriend being Jung Yonghwa isn’t exactly helping when he runs from backstage to give Park Shinhye a bouquet of flowers.

Oh please, do cue the YongShin fanfics right about now.

You’re definitely not jealous.

"Jagi?"

Is it possible to stare at your computer screen and set it on fire?

You ignore his knocks on the door and let him walk through your open door.

"How come you didn’t answer me?"

"When was the last time you gave me flowers?"

It takes him about a heartbeat to answer. “Your birthday three months ago.”

"What about before that?" you ask, still staring at the computer screen that’s out due to your inactivity.

"…your birthday last year. Is everything all right?"

"Everything is absolutely spiffy," you hiss.

He leans over from behind you and wakes your computer up where the video that has added fuel to your internal fire is present and streaming.

"Ah," he breathes. "You know I love you."