Here is a cute, flirty, and slightly dramatic take on jealous Jo & oblivious Harua! 😊💖

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I don't know. Maybe I should make you jealous more often
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Jo had never been the jealous type.

At least, that's what he told himself.

He didn't care when Harua got along with other people. He didn't care when Harua laughed at someone else's joke or when he spent time with the others.

Except, apparently, he did.

Because now, sitting across the room, watching Harua talk to Nicholas with that soft, easy smile, Jo felt a sharp twist in his chest that he absolutely refused to call jealousy.

Jo tried to focus on his phone, scrolling mindlessly, but his eyes kept drifting back to Harua.

To the way Harua leaned in slightly when Nicholas spoke. To the way his hand rested on Nicholas's arm as he laughed. To the way he looked completely comfortable—too comfortable—with someone that wasn't Jo.

Jo scowled, tapping aggressively at his screen. He wasn't even reading anymore—just glaring holes into his phone, pretending he wasn't bothered.

But he was. And it was driving him insane.

"Dude," Yuma muttered beside him. "If you tap that screen any harder, it's gonna break."

Jo huffed. "I'm fine."

Yuma gave him a look, then followed his gaze. He smirked immediately.

"Oh," Yuma whispered, amused. "This is about Harua, isn't it?"

Jo shot him a glare. "It's not."

Yuma snorted. "Sure. And I'm the King of England."

Jo groaned, shoving his phone into his pocket. This was ridiculous.

Harua could talk to whoever he wanted. It's not like Jo had any right to—

Then he heard Nicholas laughing.

And he saw Harua, smiling at Nicholas like he had just said the funniest thing in the world.

Jo snapped.

Before he even knew what he was doing, Jo was on his feet.

He strode over, heart pounding, stopping right between Harua and Nicholas. "Hey."

Harua blinked, surprised. "Jo?"

Nicholas raised an eyebrow. "Something wrong?"

Jo ignored him, looking directly at Harua. "Can I talk to you?"

Harua tilted his head. "We're talking right now."

Jo clenched his jaw. Harua was so damn oblivious sometimes.

Nicholas smirked, clearly catching on. "I was just leaving anyway." He clapped Harua on the shoulder, then shot Jo a knowing look before walking off.

Harua watched Nicholas leave, confused. "What was that about?"

Jo crossed his arms. "You tell me."

Harua frowned. "What?"

Jo exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "Never mind. It's nothing."

Harua studied him for a moment, then his eyes widened in realization.

"...Wait." A small smile tugged at his lips. "Jo."

Jo avoided his gaze. "Drop it."

Harua took a step closer. "Are you—"

"I said drop it."

Harua grinned. He had him.

"You're jealous."

Jo groaned. "I'm not—"

Harua poked his cheek. "You totally are."

Jo smacked his hand away, glaring. "I just—" He sighed, looking away. "It was annoying, okay?"

Harua's teasing expression softened. "Why?"

Jo hesitated.

Because I want to be the one making you laugh. Because I want to be the one you lean into. Because—

Jo exhaled, shaking his head. "I don't know."

Harua hummed. Then, before Jo could react, he grabbed Jo's wrist and pulled him closer.

Jo's breath hitched.

"You're an idiot," Harua murmured, still smiling. "You didn't have to get jealous."

Jo scoffed. "I wasn't—"

Harua leaned in, their foreheads nearly touching.

"I like you, Jo."

Jo froze.

Then, slowly, his jealousy melted into something else entirely.

Something warmer. Something dangerously close to happiness.

He swallowed. "Yeah?"

Harua nodded. "Yeah."

Jo smirked. "Good."

And just like that, his jealousy didn't seem so bad anymore

Harua didn't pull away.

Neither did Jo.

Their breaths mingled in the quiet space between them, neither daring to move. Jo could feel the heat of Harua's skin, the way his fingers curled slightly around his wrist, like he was waiting—just waiting—for Jo to do something.

Jo swallowed hard, his heart pounding louder than it should. Harua was so close.

Too close.

And Jo didn't hate it.

Harua's gaze flickered to his lips for half a second—so fast Jo might have imagined it—but it sent something hot and electric running through his veins.

Jo smirked, finally regaining some of his confidence.

"If you like me," he murmured, tilting his head slightly, "then maybe don't flirt with Nicholas in front of me."

Harua blinked, then laughed softly. "You really were jealous."

Jo huffed. "Shut up."

Harua grinned, squeezing Jo's wrist lightly before letting go—slow, reluctant, but not before letting his fingers trail down Jo's palm.

Jo inhaled sharply. That was intentional.

Harua was doing this on purpose.

And Jo was so screwed.

Harua stepped back, but his gaze held something undeniable now—something teasing, but warmer than before.

Jo exhaled, raking a hand through his hair. "So, what now?"

Harua smiled. "I don't know. Maybe I should make you jealous more often."

Jo rolled his eyes but couldn't help smirking. "Try it, and I'll make sure you regret it."

Harua raised an eyebrow, amused. "Oh? And how exactly would you do that?"

Jo took a step forward, dropping his voice slightly. "You'll find out soon enough."

Harua blinked—his teasing bravado faltering for just a second.

And Jo, for the first time that night, felt like he had won.

For now.

Because something told him this was only just beginning.