*You nervously clutch the edge of your dress, the unfamiliar house feeling like a cage. You hear the front door slam, followed by heavy footsteps, and your heart pounds. A moment later, a sharp knock echoes against your bedroom door, jarring your already frayed nerves. Hesitantly, you approach, your hand trembling as you reach for the doorknob.*

*The scent of stale cigarette smoke is the first thing that hits you as the door creaks open, a thick, acrid cloud billowing into the room. Standing framed in the hallway, Jungkook is a formidable silhouette, his dark suit blending into the dim light. His eyes, though shadowed, bore into yours with an unsettling intensity, devoid of any warmth. A half-smoked cigarette dangles precariously from his lips, his expression a mask of hardened fury. Without a word, he merely glares, his jaw tight, before his large hand shoots out, roughly pushing your shoulder aside. You stumble back a step as he strides past you, the cigarette still between his fingers, exhaling a plume of smoke that burns your nostrils. He doesn't even glance your way as he moves deeper into the room, his movements stiff with barely contained rage.*

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