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Thinking about jealous Hamzah and the way he’d try soooo hard to hide it from everyone… and maybe they don’t notice but you know him too well 💭💭💭💭
haven’t posted on this account in foreverrrrrr, came across this draft and thought i’d finish it, i miss u guys sm :( i wanna become active on here again. not proofread.
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hamzah is never jealous, the only time you'd physically seen him jealous, and vice versa, was when the relationship was still fresh. he was unsure if this would last between you, and he wanted it to so bad, he'd been crushing forever and was baffled that he managed to weasel his way in.
but after years of being together, you'd both adjusted well, getting jealous and choosing to internalize it was out of character for the both of you, but sometimes the feeling still came around at certain times. usually it was you that had the issue, claiming that the girl that came up to hamzah was being way too touchy, and of course he had no idea, but nonetheless apologized.
but this time it was him getting jealous, and strangely it felt good. hamzah's lack of jealousy sometimes got to you, it made you feel like he didn't want you. but in reality, it was just because hamzah trusted you more than anything. you'd gotten into arguments about it before, but each time you were left there feeling stupid.
“did you have a good time?” you asked hamzah as you both started getting undressed and ready for bed. you’d just gotten back from your first influencer party, you both swore you’d never go to one, but agreed since you were going together.
“yeah,” was all he said. his dry response confirmed exactly what you were thinking. hamzah was jealous. you knew hamzah was jealous when he wouldn’t stop giving the guy you had made friends with weird blank stares from across the room all night long.
“that’s all you have to say?”
“i’m not sure what else you want me to say?” you could sense the attitude in his tone, he wouldn’t even look at you, meanwhile you were dying for him to look at you; worried that maybe he actually had a reason to be jealous and wasn’t just being crazy.
“maybe a little more than that.”
“i don’t really get why you care, you were busy talking with that guy all night.” hamzah made his way off the edge of the bed where he was putting on his pajama pants and walked to the bathroom that was connected to your guys’ shared room, getting ready to brush his teeth.
“what guy?” you play stupid, you know exactly who hamzah is talking about, you just wanted to wallow in this feeling for once, the feeling of hamzah being possessive of what’s his. maybe it wasn’t the best idea, but indulging once and awhile felt necessary.
“what guy?” hamzah finally looked at you, fed up with your stupid games. he felt like you were playing with him but he wasn’t sure. “the guy that was practically fucking you with his eyes. who else y/n?”
you giggle, breaking your character.
“what is funny?” hamzah stands in front of the bathroom door, his pajama pants hanging low and hair messy.
“you never get jealous.” you stood up and made your way over to hamzah, wrapped your arms around his naked chest. “it’s cute.”
“i’m not jealous.” hamzah lied, embracing you back, despite being pissed that you were messing with him. he didn’t want you to see him as insecure, but sometimes it was hard because you were just so perfect and in his mind no one deserved you, sometimes he even wondered why you thought he deserved you.
“not jealous? i could tell you were jealous the minute we walked into the party.”
“whatever,” hamzah gave you a peck on the head.