donât talk to him, talk to me (pt. 1)
jealous sangwoo x fan reader
cw: jealousy, possessive behavior, very lowkey stalking (but itâs not dark), swearing, no smut, SLOW BURN for future parts
a/n: this is in no way depicting sangwoo (or justb) in real life. this is fiction. made by a fan. fanfiction. if any of the members expressed discomfort, this whole account would be deleted.
sangwoo was genuinely pissed off.
he never gets pissed, to be honest. sangwoo prides himself on being easygoing and unserious; always going with the flow and laughing along to everything. the other day, siwoo took his wired earphones without asking, and sangwoo shrugged and walked around town rawdogging itâŠ(aka, no music). when geonu took photos of him naked in the shower, with his hair spiked ridiculously from the shampoo, and sent it to the group chat, sangwoo grinned and sent ă ă ă ă back.
one thing sangwoo didnât find funny was his fans liking other members. and to make it even worse, his fans liking the stylist, ipega.
one thing the members would do once a month was sit around in their dorm and scroll through onlyb selca day tweets. the members would log into their burner accounts and privately like all their fans selfies, posed with themselves. the members all loved onlyb so much, and they enjoyed seeing their pretty fans whenever they could.
sangwoo was sitting on the edge of the couch, man spreading and slouching so deep into the cushions that he almost fused into it. he held his phone with both hands, thumbing through the hashtag and liking all their selfies from his fans. he liked seeing his thousands of girlfriends tweet about how much they liked himâŠit made his chest warm and his eyes light up.
he quickly found you, a pretty active onlyb that has participated in almost every obsd for the past year, and he felt the edge of his lip quirk up. you were absolutely stunning to him, and he had often scrolled through your page when bored. (that wasnât weird, was it?) he liked how he was your ult bias and how you loved justb so much. he enjoyed how you talked about their discography and how you admired their creativity. he felt seen.
after coming across your selca submission of the month, sangwoo didnât hesitate to press on your profile and start scrolling again. normally heâd wait âtil he was alone to stalk onlyb, but he didnât care. that was his thingâŠnot really caring about anything too much.
he was expecting to see your usual tweets about him; how good he looked in his video on fromm last night. how excited you were for tour. how his new hair color was so pretty. or maybe if he got lucky, heâd see more selfies of you, with your pretty eyes and smile (which heâd secretly bookmark for later).
imagine the complete shock that overcame him at the sight of your most recent tweet: âipega is so pretty, i want himâ
his blood ran cold, and his finger froze hovering above the screen. over 100 likes. where the hell did this come from?
sangwoo instantly remembered all the eyes that followed ipega when he exited the car with them on their last tour. he remembers seeing your tweet about the mysterious ginger haired man following them and how he was âso fineâ. sangwoo hadnât really cared at the time.
but this pissed him off to a level he wasnât expecting. maybe itâs because your selca this time was especially pretty. maybe because sangwoo regularly stalked you looked at your content now, and he had associated your account with him. had associated you with him. in other words, you were his, no?
your friends were hyping you up in the comments, âyou and ipega would lowkey be cuteâ âhe keeps replying to you, i think he wants youâ âgirl ik, you should shoot your shotâ
what the fuck. keeps replying?
you had been messaging ipega? sangwoo exited twitter with an urgent speed and pulled up his messaging app. he pulled up his messages with ipega and began typing before his brain could catch up with him,
âhey bro, do you ever message onlyb?â
he anxiously waited for a response and nibbled on his cuticle, his skin tearing a bit under his teeth. he wasnât sure why he was so anxious. sangwoo was scared about what ipega would say.
a minute later, ipega replied, âyo, not really, lol, i just reply to some if they compliment me. but it doesnât happen oftenâ.
sangwoo typed back quickly, âdo u know any of their names?â
ipega sent back â??â
sangwoo felt stupid. agitated. jealous. his jaw was tense and he vaguely heard geonu calling his name from the other end of the couch.
âis one of their names ____?â sangwoo typed, not hesitating a bit.
sangwoo felt someone shake his shoulder and he almost dropped his phone. at some point, he stopped slouching and had ended up leaning forward, elbows on his knees and hair covering his eyes and partially his phone due to the close distance.
âdude, are you good? weâve been calling your name but youâre so locked in on your phone. what happened?â siwoo asked, hand hovering near sangwoos shoulder.
sangwoo blinked, now noticing how dry his eyes were, and he felt slightly embarrassed at the sight of all 5 of his members staring at him in concern.
âyeah, no, itâs fine iâm just texting,â sangwoo said, fingers itching to turn his phone on and check his messages.
the members just kind of gave him a suspicious look but then bain gasped at a diva selca post and all the attention turned away from the maknae.
relieved and anxious at the same time, sangwoo turned on his phone and tapped open his messages. ipega had responded,
âoh yeah, sheâs like the only one i really reply to. sheâs cute, right? ă ă â
his heart dropped to his ass.
sangwoo stared at those words until they blurred.
she's cute, right?
he closed his phone so fast, his finger almost slipped off the power button. he set it face-down on his thigh and stared at the wall across the dorm, jaw tensed silently. the computer was on. bain was saying something about the selca girl's makeup. geonu was agreeing. the sounds reached sangwoo like they were underwater.
she's cute, right?
like ipega had any business deciding that. like that was his thing to notice.
sangwoo picked his phone back up.
"she's my fan, did you know?" he typed. deleted it because it was kind of weird.
"just wondering, she tweets about me a lot and sometimes tweets about you." sent.
"ah lol okay. she's sweet tho, talks to me sometimes. why, u know her?" ipega replied.
sangwoo's eye twitched. talks to me sometimes.
he thought about your twitter. he thought about how many times he'd gone through your page in the past few months: more than he'd like to admit, more than he even noticed until just this moment. he had recognized the way you wrote. the way you typed in all uppercase when you were excited, the specific tone you always used when you posted about him.
and now ipega was sitting somewhere saying âshe's sweet thoâ like he knew you or had any claim to that assessment.
"nah," sangwoo typed back. "just saw one of her recent tweets."
he set his phone down again and dragged both hands down his face, pressing his palms into his eyes until he saw static.
the thing was, and this is the part that would genuinely disturb him if he thought about it too hard, sangwoo had actively been scrolling through your content daily for months. if not daily, every other day.
he didn't think that was strange. he thought about it for approximately zero seconds and decided it wasn't strange at all.
what was strange was you.
going around telling your little friends you wanted ipega. repying to his stories. talking to him sometimes. sangwoo pulled your twitter back up on his burner and scrolled to around december. god, he hated that he could even estimate the month. and he found it. you had screenshotted your dms with ipega where you had replied to his story, âyour style is so fire, plz style meeeâ and ipega had hearted it and replied, âthank you!!â. just that. your tweet was captioned âipega replied to me omg!â this mustâve been the start. he hadnât thought too hard about it at first but nowâŠ
this is fine, he thought, very calmly, in the way a person thinks something is fine when it is absolutely not fine. this is normal. fans can talk to stylists.
but ipega had called you cute. and your friends were saying you'd be cute together, and sangwoo found himself feeling more upset than he has in a long time. and sangwoo doesnât get upset. not like this.
