NCT Dream Reaction: Jealousy
Mark:
Mark's eyes hadn't left you once. His gaze was locked on your figure, the way your shoulders lifted as you laughed, the way your eyes sparkled, but mostly he was focused on the way that guy was standing just a bit too close for it to be friendly. The words Johnny was saying faded into the background as he watched you, the ugly feeling of jealousy spreading through his chest.
A pair of fingers clicked in front of his face, snapping him out of it.
"Mark!" Johnny's voice came back into focus. "Are you listening to me?"
"Yeah totally." Mark muttered. He had no idea what Johnny had been saying. "That's crazy dude."
Johnny rolled his eyes. "You're such a bad liar. Go over to her."
That was all Mark needed. He crossed the room to you in three seconds flat, his arm winding its way around your waist as soon as he got close enough, pulling you into his chest in a back hug.
"Hi baby." Your sweet voice filled his ears, calming every nerve that had been alight in his body. "I was just talking about you."
Mark lifted his gaze, meeting the eyes of the man you were talking to, immediately seeing the silent challenge in them. He'd had enough now, time for this to be over.
Mark's hands drifted lower, finally grabbing one of your in his, intertwining your fingers immediately.
"Johnny needs us for something." He murmured, pressing his lips to your temple, soft yet possessive.
You smiled a quick goodbye before leading Mark away. Once you were out of earshot you looked up at him, and he noticed that twinkle in your eye.
"Jealous are we?" The teasing lilt in your voice sparked a flush of embarrassment in Mark's cheeks.
His mouth opened and closed a few times, unsure on how to explain himself. He felt your hand squeeze his, and he held your gaze, stopping your movements.
"I just- I just didn't like it." He mumbled.
You reached up, taking his face in your hands and leaned in the place a soft kiss on his lips. He chased you as you pulled away, his hands grabbing your waist again to pull your body close to him. When he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead on yours.
"I'm all yours." You whispered, smiling softly as his response.
"I know."
Renjun:
Renjun wasn't sure there was a feeling he hated more than being jealous. The way the hair on the back of his neck pricked up, and he found it harder to breathe, and that twisting feeling in his gut that made him feel nauseous. He hated all of it.
He worries that it comes across as though he doesn't trust you, and that couldn't be further from the truth. He just hates seeing someone else slide in on you trying to flirt.
You are so precious to him, something he can't quite put into words. So seeing someone putting their moves on you, it tugs at his heart in a way he can't explain. He wants nothing more than to go up to you and pull you away, but he can't bring himself to do more than just watch and sink in on himself.
He started to chew on the inside of his cheek, worry creeping up as he watched you laugh at whatever story this guy was telling. Renjun had no idea who he was, and that made this whole ordeal even more unnerving.
Before he knew it, you were dragging this guy over to him, introducing him to Renjun. As soon as his name left your mouth, Renjun immediately recognised it as one of your oldest friends.
The guy smiled at him, holding out his hand in greeting.
"Happy to finally meet the reason y/n is always smiling now." He grinned at Renjun.
Renjun's eyes flickered to you, seeing the way you looked down in slight embarrassment. He opened an arm, a silent offering which you immediately accepted, curling into his side.
"Well, she's a handful, but it's worth it." Renjun replied, feeling the tension leave his body as your hand rubbed his back gently.
Your friend laughed at that, a fond smile on his face as he watched the two of you together. He excused himself shortly after, wandering off into the distance.
Renjun kept his arm tightly around your shoulders, grounding himself as he took a deep breath.
"You okay?" You asked, looking up at him.
Renjun just smiled.
"Never better."
Jeno:
Jeno hadn't spoken a word in the last ten minutes. His jaw was clenched so hard Jaemin was worried that he was about to break it. Although he tried hard to hide it, there was no denying that the reason for his behaviour was the guy that was leaning over your shoulder, trying to teach you to play snooker.
Every time he leaned in, Jeno held his breath. He could see the way your eyes flickered back towards him, the way your hands gripped the cue tighter and he knew you were uncomfortable.
It's one thing to come on to his girl and disrespect him, but a whole other thing to disrespect you and make you feel uncomfortable.
Jeno watched as the guy put his hand on your waist, and that was it for him. He put down the drink he was holding, and walked over to where you were.
Relief flooded your eyes at the sight of him. Jeno noticed the way your body was curved to keep as much distance as possible between the creepy guy and yourself. He also knew you were too polite and nervous to call him out on it.
Just as Jeno got close enough he heard the words leave the guy's lips.
"Here, let me show you how to break properly." And he tried to wrap his arms around you to show you the proper position.
You visibly flinched away just as Jeno reached the snooker table. Missing your shot but walking quickly towards him.
Jeno didn't hesitate. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders protectively, never taking his gaze off the guy watching you.
"We've got it from here." Jeno's words were sharp and his eyes narrowed. His grip on you was almost too tight, and you could feel the anger radiating through him.
Normally when Jeno gets a bit jealous, he can get sulky. But this was different, now he was angry.
The guy held up in hands in mock defeat, sending a sleazy grin towards you.
"She's all yours." And with that he slunk away.
Only once he'd disappeared from sight did Jeno turn to make sure you were okay. His hands moved to cup your face, checking your eyes for any signs of fear.
You said nothing, simply sighing as you pressed your forehead against his.
He did the same, holding you close to him.
"No one treats you like that."
Haechan:
Haechan was uncomfortable. His energy was spiking as he watched your interaction. His fingers kept playing with the side of your shirt without him realising, and his mouth felt dry.
He kept cracking jokes, trying to make himself feel better but it didn't work. This guy seemed to be too charming, he was saying all the right things and every word that came out of his mouth just made Haechan feel worse.
Haechan didn't know if he wanted to punch the guy or just walk away with you entirely. His fingers started to curl around the edge of your shirt, gripping the fabric.
Your hand suddenly covered his, unfurling his clenched fist and intertwining your hands together. You squeezed it three times, a silent signal he understood.
He looked over to you, seeing you already looking at him. You knew him too well, he couldn't hide how he felt around you.
You said a quick goodbye, and led Haechan away from the conversation, your hand still in his.
"Baby..." Your voice was soft and your other hand came up to rest on his cheek.
Haechan didn't really know what to say. He was embarrassed at how he'd gotten so jealous at what had been nothing more than an innocent conversation.
"I can't have you thinking he might be funnier than me." All he could do was crack a small joke. Maybe by doing that you wouldn't realise his true fear that whenever he saw you getting along with someone well, that you might get along better with them than with him. That thought killed Haechan, and it plagued him much more than he was willing to admit.
"No one is funnier than you." You always seemed to know the right things to say. "You know me."
He smiled at you, grateful for your words. Haechan leaned down, placing a soft kiss on your lips.
"I love you." He whispered.
"I know." You chuckled back. "I love you too."
Jaemin:
Jaemin is very naturally protective over you. Whenever you two go anywhere, he always makes sure he knows where you are in case you need him.
On top of that, he's very secure in your relationship. He's big on trust and he trusts you more than anyone else in his life, and he knows you trust him.
Jaemin doesn't want to step in and challenge that trust, the trust between you has been earned and nurtured, and he values that more than anything. The last thing he would want to do was cause even a crack of doubt in it.
As far as he could tell this was just a friendly conversation you were having, there hadn't been any signs that you were uncomfortable or that this guy was saying anything inappropriate. And even if he did, Jaemin knew you would shut it down.
He had faith just to watch you from afar, he knew that you would always come back to him and choose him over anyone else. Those were negative thoughts Jaemin didn't like to burden himself with. Obviously there are times when he can't help it, but one look into your soft eyes vanquished any of those feelings.
As if on cue, the guy you were chatting to leaned in closer, just breaching the line between friendly and flirting, his hand coming up to brush your arm. Jaemin watched this, swallowing down that feeling that bubbled away in his chest.
He watched as you stepped back sightly, putting some distance between the two of you. You waved before turning away, your eyes finding Jaemin immediately and walking towards him.
He offered a hand to you as you got closer, and you intertwined your fingers. He used your interlocked hands to pull you into his side, placing a kiss on your head, his gaze flickering up to see the guy watching the two of you.
"You okay?" Jaemin asked you, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on the back of your hand.
"Yeah." You replied, leaning your head on his shoulder. "I knew you were there if I needed you."
"Five more seconds and I would have joined you." He muttered, not enjoying the way this guy was still watching the two of you.
"I know." You chuckled. "I never feel nervous when I have you near me."
Chenle:
Chenle had been aware since the conversation started.
He'd been watching you out of the corner of his eye for the last few minutes, waiting for a signal from you to act. He had never doubted your relationship, or you, but situations like this still anger him to no end.
Your laugh hit his ears, but something was off about it. This wasn't the carefree, infectious laugh that he loved so much, this was tight, forced, and it set Chenle's nerves alight.
He turned to watch properly, and was he saw made him furious.
This guy was standing close to you, far too close to you, and every time you stepped back or tried to put space in between you, he leaned in further. He was only a few steps away from having you backed against a wall.
Your eyes flicked around the room, as if looking for him, and that was all it took.
Chenle crossed the room in a few steps, arriving steadily by your side. His hand rested on your shoulder, familiar and grounding. He noticed the way you stepped back again, but this time stepping into his space, a space where he could protect you.
"You good?" Chenle asked, welcoming you into his embrace.
"I was just about to come find you." Your response told him all he needed to know.
He turned his attention back to the guy standing there. There was something firm in Chenle's gaze, something that makes it clear he's not entertaining whatever this was.
"We're heading out." Chenle's voice was strong, leaving no room for this creep to argue.
The guy hesitates for a second before he mumbles something incoherent and backs away.
Chenle turned his attention back to you, pulling you in for a short hug before checking you over. You just leaned back into his chest, wrapping your arms around him for a longer hug. Chenle didn't hesitate, holding you close to him.
"We don't have to stay." He whispered, stroking your hair. "I've got you."
"I know you do." You replied, feeling safe in his arms.
Jisung:
Jisung didn't know what to do. His whole body was tense, his shoulders had started to ache from how tightly he was holding them. If Jisung was being honest, he got jealous quite easily. He liked being the person that made you laugh, the person that listened to you and the person you listened to. When he saw someone sharing a moment with you that seemed to similar to moments he shares with you he can't help the way that feeling leaps into his throat.
He watched as you told some anecdote about your day, one that he hadn't heard yet, and he couldn't stop that feeling from growing. His grip around his drink tightened, his fingers curling around the glass.
Deep down, he knows it's irrational. He trusts you and you're not doing anything wrong he just can't help it.
The guy is standing too close, not close enough to justify stepping in but close enough to make Jisung's skin crawl. Still, Jisung debates stepping in, but he stops himself. He doesn't want to seem possessive, or interrupt, so he stays there, letting the feeling fester.
Until you look over at him.
One look in his eyes tells you everything you need to know. Jisung is usually good at keeping his expression neutral, not giving anything away, but when it comes to you his resolve crumbles.
You excuse yourself from the conversation, closing the gap between you and Jisung with every step you take, before stopping just in front of him.
"You okay?" You ask and Jisung's eyes drop to the glass he was holding, only registering how tightly he was holding it when he saw it.
"Yeah." He mumbled, but one look in your eyes again and he was telling the truth. "I didn't like that."
"Me neither. That's why I left." You smiled at him.
"Oh..." Was all Jisung managed to say. At that moment everything clicked, he saw the difference in how you acted around him, noticed the way you were just being polite before and all the tension his body was holding began to dissolve.
"I'd rather be next to you." You moved closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist.
"That's all I need." He murmured, his head leaning on top of yours.
