Soobin

You and Soobin walked into the lavish birthday party, the lights shimmering on the crystal chandeliers above. His hand was, as always, firmly holding yours — his big, warm palm making you feel safe as you moved through the crowd.

Soobin, your impossibly handsome billionaire boyfriend, turned heads the second he entered. His black hair was perfectly styled, his tall, broad-shouldered, muscular frame filling out his tailored suit like he’d stepped straight out of a magazine cover. Yet despite the stares, his dark eyes were locked only on you, his clingy obsession clear in the way his thumb kept stroking over your knuckles, as if to remind himself — and everyone — that you’re his.

You, Yuri, just as stunning in your own right, stood gracefully by his side — your perfect hourglass figure wrapped in a soft silk dress that flattered your curves, your flawless face bright yet soft-spoken as usual. You were a billionaire in your own name, but with him you didn’t care about titles. You simply adored each other, madly, deeply.

And everyone envied that.

As you both approached the main table, the “birthday girl” herself — your picky, pretentious classmate — strutted up to greet Soobin, her eyes shining with something far from innocent.

“I didn’t expect you would come,” she purred at him, completely ignoring your presence at his side. “Thank you. Please, take a seat and make yourself… comfortable,” she added with a sickly sweet, flirty tone, biting her lip slightly.

Soobin just gave her a curt nod, his jaw tight. You felt his fingers flex on yours. He hated this kind of unwanted attention, especially from her.

But then she turned her gaze to you, finally acknowledging you with a glance — and a smirk that dripped with malice.

“Ohhh, I didn’t know you would come too,” she said mockingly, her eyes trailing over you in fake surprise. Then she looked around the table dramatically and added, “Hmm… seems like we don’t have any extra chairs for you.”

The insult hung in the air, and a few people even chuckled awkwardly. But before you could say a word, Soobin’s grip on your hand tightened. His face hardened, his handsome features sharp with anger.

Without a word to her, he sat down in the chair meant for him — then, in one smooth motion, he pulled you by your waist and sat you right on his lap, his arm wrapping protectively and possessively around you.

The room went quiet.

He scoffed loudly enough for everyone to hear, glaring up at the girl.

“Is that how you treat your guests, huh?” he said coldly, his deep voice carrying easily through the room. “Funny, because my girl here deserves better than any of this.”