✦ D𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐇𝐢𝐦 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭✦
— 𝐒𝐮𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 : 𝗟𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗠𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗱, 𝗠𝗶𝗹𝗱 𝗝𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀𝘆
𝘼𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧’𝙨 𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙚: 𝙄 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙈𝙇𝘽𝘽 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙨, 𝙨𝙤 𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙙🗣️ 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 (𝙔𝘼𝙔!!) 𝙄’𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙪𝙨𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙨 (𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙙).
Enjoy ⋆˚꩜｡
You were curled up on the couch in Suyou’s room, legs tucked beneath a blanket that he “accidentally” placed over you earlier. Suyou himself sat at his desk across the room, polishing one of his weapons with quiet focus… or at least pretending to.
In truth, he kept glancing at you every few minutes, checking if you needed anything, or if you were comfortable, or—though he’d never admit it—just because he liked looking at you.
The room was peaceful. Soft. Warm.
Until you scrolled through your phone and suddenly let out a soft gasp.
“Whoa… Ling looks so cool in this skin…” you murmured, zooming in on an artwork.
You smiled to yourself. “He’s so handsome. And the pose—ugh, he looks super strong here.”
The weapon in Suyou’s hand froze.
He didn’t turn around immediately. Instead, he inhaled slowly, pretending he wasn’t listening… even though every word struck him like a thrown dagger.
“…handsome?” he repeated quietly.
You didn’t hear him.
You were still scrolling. “Wow, look at this one—Ling looks kind of ethereal here. His hair… and his eyes… and—”
CLINK.
The weapon slipped from Suyou’s hand and hit the desk.
You jumped. “Suyou? Are you okay?”
He stood up a little too quickly, straightening his clothes and trying to regain his usual calm composure—but his expression gave him away. His brows were drawn, his lips tight, and his gaze lingered on your phone like it had personally offended him.
“Why are you… praising him so much?” he asked, voice softer than usual, but with a sharp edge.
You blinked.
“What? I just said he looks cool—”
“And handsome,” Suyou added immediately.
“…and strong,” he muttered under his breath, crossing his arms.
You stared at him.
“Wait—are you jealous?”
He looked away, ears turning red.
“I’m not,” he said quickly. “Why would I be jealous of… him?”
His voice dropped. “He’s always jumping from rooftop to rooftop as if gravity doesn’t exist. And everyone keeps calling him ‘mysterious’ and ‘cool’… tch.”
You tried not to laugh.
You failed. (🫵)
Suyou glared—though the glare softened fast when you stood up and walked closer.
“Hey,” you murmured, touching his arm. “I like Ling’s design, sure. But if you think I’d prefer him over you…”
His breath hitched.
Your fingers slipped down to hold his hand.
“…you’re wrong.”
Suyou swallowed hard, looking anywhere except your eyes.
“Then why did you say he was handsome?”
“Because he is,” you said truthfully, “but you’re the one I’m close to. The one I care about. The one I spend all my time with.”
His shoulders relaxed just a little.
“And,” you added softly, leaning closer, “you’re handsome too. Strong too. And honestly… I like you more.”
That did it.
Suyou’s face turned completely red, and he looked at you like you’d just shattered every rational thought he had.
He cleared his throat, trying to recover.
“…You shouldn’t say such things so casually.”
“Why not?”
“Because,” he whispered, stepping closer, “I might start believing you.”
You smiled.
“Good. Then believe me.”
Suyou exhaled slowly, his jealousy melting into something softer—warm, possessive, protective.
“…Don’t look at Ling like that again,” he muttered, gently taking your phone from your hand and placing it aside.
You raised an eyebrow. “Why not?”
He leaned in, his forehead brushing yours.
“Because I want you to look at me like that.”
Your breath caught.
And when his hand found your waist, pulling you just a little closer, you realized—
Suyou wasn’t jealous because he doubted himself.
He was jealous because he wanted you.
Quote of the (every) day : A man who yearns is a man who earns 🙏🏻
