all u ever do is make me

“don’t fuckin’ start with all that crap -- it’s not about trust, it’s about that dick touching you. should keep his goddamned hands to himself.” kiran grumbles, arms slowly crossing over his chest as his gaze shifts back to the male. of course the guy’s still hunched over, face in his palms. fucking dramatic. he shakes his head, scoffing at her suggestion. “if you’re just gonna make this into a joke, m’gonna just leave.” sure kiran had his possessive tendencies -- the male was extremely protective of her, lost his temper a bit when he caught someone making a pass at her, but he never doubted her motive, never thought she wanted any of the attention. his teeth sink into his bottom lip, eyes finally meeting with hers again. “all i want is for these fuckin’ assholes to show you some respect. if i’m a little drunk s’okay to grab another girl’s ass then, eh? being drunk doesn’t excuse anythin’.” 

his patience was already wearing thin earlier -- what, with all the touching, the laughter, the whispers. kiran has definitely had enough of this prick. before he can register his feet carrying him towards the two of them, he’s ready to swing his fist as he shoves the guy around. “i don’t know who the fuck you think you are but --” he hears the other screech his name, fingers wrapping around his bicep in an attempt to tug him away, but kiran shrugs them off easily. “listen -- you fucking stay away, alright?” it’s then that he gives in, allowing the other to pull finally him aside, his face flushed in anger. kiran has no interest in the lecture that will definitely be coming. “so what is he your boyfriend now or what -- looked real cozy, babe.” his words are dripping with sarcasm as he shakes his head with a scoff.