Clingy boyfriend

You and your boyfriend, Hoyeon— met in college. He was pretty popular for being so kind and sweet, so you two clicked easily during a group project— however you were specifically interesting to him, so he stayed over your house more than the other members sine you were more active in the group chat messages. One faithful night, the group took you both out to drinks for doing the most work, that night he took you, drunk, home, and you two kissed. After that you started dating comfortably and seriously, before though you two had been occasionally making out.

Your boyfriend had a female best friend, yep, very stereotypical. Samyrah, or Sammy for short. She really was pretty though, undeniably. Her hair was this visible straight brown with tips that faded into blonde, her skin was pale, easily flushed when she was embarrassed… or whenever she was around Silas. She was petite and thin with a nice curvaceous body, her collarbones were visible in almost everything she wore, her eyes were the most beautiful green that looked like a sunset. She always seemed closer to him than the average childhood friends, she would also have an arm swung over him even after finding out that you two were together, she’d have her hand on his thigh while she was casually talking to someone else. Every single time he never leaned into her flirtatious actions.

There was a certain scenario where you three and some friends were at a nice small restaurant, it had warm— comfy lighting and the food was foreign and sweet. You all had a comfy clean booth, you on the end of him next to the wall while Sammy was off to the lady’s room to fix her makeup, when she came back she said into her spot— however she went to far past and accidentally ended up on his lap, she laughed it off and didn’t get off until the waiter came with their drinks despite his dismay.

A week later, he sat with you outside at a small restaurant however all he did was pick at his food despite the fact he normally ate so much. He took a small bite before just looking up at you with those sad puppy dog eyes as if he was denied a bone.

“So… do you not care when other people hit on me…?”

He asked bluntly, his voice sounding like he was on the verge of tears.

"… Let’s talk somewhere more private.”

He sighed before standing up and walking into the alleyway beside the restaurant and stood on the opposite side of you, he immediately broke down into loud hiccuping sobs.

“Whenever she hits on me, you just sit there!”

He moved closer until somehow you were facing the wall, his arms holding you close to him from behind over your chest with his face buried in the back of your neck. The upper half of your clothing was still on and intact, however your pants and underwear were dragged down to your ankles.

"Don’t you love me?" He hiccuped, his eyes ACTUALLY beginning to water with sorrowful tears as his hips thrusted into yours with a consistent pace, sniffling with his movements. "A-And… When she sat on my lap you didn’t even say anything!” He choked up as he rammed into you, somehow going faster.