Jealousy
|Lee Gang Hoonx Reader
| Romance, slice of life, school
English is not my first language
Summary: You were just being nice. Gang Hoon was just watching. But when jealousy gets the better of him, he finally approaches.
🏫 Jeongwon High School – Friday Afternoon
Friday was unusually quiet. The sun lazily filtered through the classroom windows, and you were enjoying the last minutes of break talking to someone who rarely started a conversation: Bang Ki-soo.
— “So, you actually won the last e-sports tournament?” — you asked, resting your chin on your hand and with a curious smile.
—“Of course, you’re talking to the master,” — he replied, giving a mischievous smile. —“If you want, I can teach you some techniques later.”
You laughed softly, finding his bragging amusing. It was just a normal conversation, nothing more. But someone didn’t see it that way.
Leaning against the classroom door, arms crossed and wearing his usual unreadable expression, Lee Gang Hoon was silently watching the scene.
His eyes didn’t leave the two of you. Or rather, they didn’t leave you.
At first, he just watched. But when he saw you casually touch Ki-soo’s shoulder during the conversation, something inside him tightened. That was enough.
With firm steps, Gang Hoon entered the room without warning, stopping by your side with a forced air of nonchalance.
—“Mr. Kim is looking for you” — he said, staring directly at you without even glancing at Ki-soo.
—“He is? Why?”— you asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion.
— “I don’t know. He just told me to come get you.” —he replied, still serious. It was obvious he was lying, but his tone was so convincing it was almost believable.
Bang Ki-soo looked between the two of you and raised his eyebrows.
—“Huh, I didn’t even know the teacher was here today…”
— "Yeah, well... now you know," Gang Hoon replied dryly, finally looking at Ki-soo, just for a second, but it was enough to make the message clear: "stay away."
You politely said goodbye to Ki-soo and left the classroom with Gang Hoon by your side, still not understanding what was going on.
—“Is everything okay?” — you asked as you walked down the hallway.
—“Yeah. Why wouldn’t it be?” — he said, not looking directly at you.
You frowned.
— "Because you basically kidnapped me from the classroom saying the teacher wanted to see me. And that's not even true, right?"
He let out a quiet, almost inaudible sigh.
—“You were talking too much with that guy. He’s really annoying.”
You smiled, finally understanding.
— "Ah… I see. Is it jealousy?"
He stopped walking and looked at you, finally, with that serious but slightly flustered expression.
— "It's not jealousy. I just don't like it when he's around you."
—“Hmm... sounds a lot like jealousy,” — you teased, stepping a little closer.
Gang Hoon looked away for a second, trying to keep his composure. But the faint blush on his cheeks gave him away.
—“He was flirting with you.”
—“And you were watching me?”
—“I always watch you.” — he replied without hesitation, more direct this time.
Your heart skipped a beat. His calm, reserved nature made every small confession feel even more intense.
— “Afraid of losing me to Bang Ki-soo?”
—“Ridiculous,” — he replied, stepping closer until you could feel his breath far too close to your face. — “You’re mine. And I hope he knows that.”
You laughed, gently leaning your forehead against his with a soft smile.
—“Alright, Mr. Fastest-in-School. You don’t have to run to protect me from everything.”
—“Maybe I do,” —he murmured. —“Or maybe I just like being close to you.”
In that moment, he held your hand gently. And there, in that quiet school hallway with the afternoon sun streaming through the windows, the world seemed to slow down — the opposite of what he was used to.You stayed there, hand in hand, in silence. But it wasn’t an empty silence. It was the kind of silence where everything had already been said.
And the jealousy? Well... it was still there, but now it was mixed with something deeper: affection, connection, his own way of saying you mattered — even without many words.
And deep down, you loved seeing that side of him. Because behind the coldness and self-control, there was a heart that beat for you.
—“Shall we?” — he asked, his voice softer.
—“Let’s go.”—you replied, intertwining your fingers with his.
And you walked together, as if that hallway belonged only to the two of you.
Note: I had been wanting to write something about the drama "Moving" for a while now — since last year, to be more precise. I already had a pre-made idea of what I wanted to write, but only now I decided to finish and post it. Anyway, that's what I wanted to say. Thank you all so much for reading this story!
