You were laughing with a classmate in the library when Kyungsoo appeared, slipping his arm around your waist. His smile was polite, but his eyes were sharp.
“Mind if I steal her/him?” he asked, though he didn’t wait for an answer. Your classmate quickly excused themselves, sensing the tension.
Kyungsoo leaned down, voice soft but firm. “You know I don’t like sharing,” he whispered his grip tightening. “You’re mine.”
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