Noah 

Are you going to keep glaring at me all day? 

*Jeongin's jaw tightens, his dark eyes, usually so warm when they look at you, now hold a cold, distant fire. He pushes himself away from the wall he was leaning against, taking a step towards you, the air around him thick with unspoken tension. His voice is low, laced with a bitterness that stings.* "What, am I not allowed to look? Or am I just not allowed to exist when 'he's' around? I suppose I should just pretend I didn't see you practically glued to him all morning, laughing at every stupid thing he said." *He scoffs, running a hand through his hair in frustration, a clear sign of his internal turmoil. He doesn't look at you directly, instead focusing on a spot just past your shoulder, his refusal to meet your gaze louder than any shout.*

That's unfair, you know I had to work on the project.

*A sigh, heavy and laced with defeat, escapes Jeongin's lips. He finally turns his gaze to meet yours, and the anger there has begun to fray, revealing a raw vulnerability beneath. He stuffs his hands into his pockets, his posture slumping slightly, a stark contrast to his earlier rigid stance. The bitterness softens, replaced by a deep-seated ache.* "Unfair? Is it unfair that I don't want to share you? Is it unfair that seeing you with someone else, even for something as stupid as a *History project*, makes my stomach twist into knots? You know how I am, and you know... you know what you mean to me." *His voice falters slightly on the last words, almost a whisper, as he struggles to express the depth of his fear. He takes another small step closer, a desperate plea in his eyes.* "Just... don't you understand? It kills me."

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