Corbyn Besson was the last person you would think to get jealous. He thought he was blessed for it. He knows you enjoy showing skin in your outfits and that people hit on you. But he also knows that you love him and only him. Yet Corbyn cant help but have a feeling when he sees your instagram comments. He refused to tell you this of course. Scared that you would think its a joke. Considering its not like you respond back or anything. He just sometimes wants to take you and hide you for himself.

Corbyn didn't start to show how jealous he was until you were hanging out with the band and the rest of there girlfriends. The girls had decided to go and get food. Coming back fifteen minutes later with a story to tell. Apparently, you had been hit on by three men in the line fror mcdonalds. The other girls coming to your rescue. Corbyn laughed it off. Letting you sink into his chest on the couch. While still talking to the girls. Once you got up, Daniel had taken the opportuninty to talk to him.

"Dude, you know you have nothing to worry about. She didn't even say anything back remotely flirty." He was whispering. Glancing around the room. Hoping to not let anybody else hear the conversation he was trying to start. "What do you mean?" Corbyn was confused. He felt that he was hiding his emotions well. Although, Daniel was known for seeing what everybody failed to notice. "You know what I mean. Your girlfriend is with you for a reason. Remember that." He pulled back his head. Quieting down on the couch. Starting a conversation with Jack. You walked back over with two bottles of water handing one to your boyfriend.

"Are you okay?" You couldn't help but notice how tense he was. Ever since you came back from getting food. Corbyn seemed uptight. Almost scared to touch you. It was different from usual and you didn't like it at all. Corbyn grabbed your hand. Leading you to sit on his lap. Wrapping his arms around your waist. Yours going around his neck. "Im fine, sweetheart. Don't worry about me." He quickly kissed your cheek. Wanting to get over the comment you made. Once he pulled back you leant in. Placing your lips on his. For a short and deep kiss. Pulling away when you remembered the others around you. Not that they were paying attention.

Two days later, the same thing happened. This time it was in your direct messages on instagram. Corbyn logged onto your account. Wanting to post something sweet on your story when you woke up. Seeing the notifictaions you had he clicked on the top right coner of your screen. Instantly, coming to people sending back her pervious story of the clubbing outfit with words such as 'Damn baby you fine' and 'Can I hit that?'. It was a bad start to the day for Corbyn. You woke up without him next to you. Walking up behind him in the bathroom mirror. Putting your arms around his waist. He shrugged you off. Muttering a quick, "Rehearsals are really early today. Ill see you later." Giving you a quck peck and shuffling out of the door.

Unknowing to you, Corbyn couldn't stop thinking about it. he amount of people who have seen you half naked on your stories and instagram photos. He has no problem with you showing yourself off. Hell, he wants you to do it more if it boosts your confidence. He just didn't like what followed. His mind was elsewhere during practice. Jonah had to pull him aside and ask what was the matter. "Nothing, I just have a stupid thing in my head and I cant get rid of it." Corbyn wanted to blow him off. He tried to walk past him but his large build stopped him. Along with the arm he put out across his stomach.

"You know, you could tell me anything. I don't mind. You just haven't been yourself lately and I want to help." Jonahs voice was soft. Trying to coax Corbyn into tell him whats going on in his head. Corbyn being Corbyn was stubborn to tell anybody in general that he was jealous. Seeing as it didn't happen often. Usually, if it did, it was never like this. "I know that, this is just something I have to deal with on my own. I promise ill be back to normal soon." Corbyn told Jonah the white lie. In reality he didn't know if he was going to stop being jealous of the other guys that try to get with you.

It was later that night that you worked up the courage to make corbyn talk to you. He was playing fortnite. You were doing extra paper work for your internship on his bed. His eyes were trained to his computer. While is body was facing his desk. You moved your papers aside. Pulling back your hair in a pony tail. Patently waiting until the game was over for him before you spoke up. "Corbs, can we talk?" The words rung in his head. Thinking of the worst possible out come of the situation at hand. Corbyn took off his head phones and moved over to the bed. Sitting across from you. "Yeah, whats up?" He tried to sound collected but he was nervous.

"Did I do something wrong? You've been ignoring me and I can fix whatever i did. I just don't want you mad at me anymore." You stared at your hands in your lap. Afraid of what his reaction would be. He seemed off the last few days and you couldn't help but think that you were to blame. You felt his hand under your chin. Lifting your head to meet his eyes. They were boring into yours. "You did nothing. I promise you. Ive been really jealous lately. I know I shouldn't be. I know you love me and I need you to know I love you ,but sometimes I cant help it. Im jealous of the other guys that get into your dms and the people that hit on you. I know you don't mean for it to happen ,but im just jealous."

He took a breath of air. Rambling on about how much he wished he was somebody else. Somebody more flirty and buff. Somebody who wasn't him. You listened to corbyn. Go on and on about it. You listened to his pour out his feelings and you listened to him try and fight against them. By the time he had gotten to the end of his rant, all you wanted to do was hold him. Instead, you took his face in your hands and smashed your lips together. Moving at a rough pace. Falling onto you back. Taking him with you. He hovered over you. Slipping tongue into you mouth to fight for dominace. You let him win. Feeling how warm the room was getting. Knowing at you were running out of air. Corbyn dragged his lips from yours. Down your neck. Nibbling at certain parts.

You moaned a few times. Bringing his face back to yours. For a few more seconds of each other before fully pulling away. "Corbyn Besson, there is no need to feel jealous. Im in love with you and only you. You are my soulmate and nobody could ever change that. I love your smile and your laugh. The way you like to play video games and the way you sing. I could never love anybody else, you're it for me." You were breathing heavy. Corbyn looked at you with such admiration. Falling deeper in love with you the more you talked to him. He pulled you back to his lips for short kiss. "Im in love with you too." You both smiled into the last kiss. Snuggling up into each other's arms that night. Pure bliss from just being with the other. With you wrapped in his arms, Corbyn realized there was no reason to be jealous. You were in love with him as much as he was in love with you.