Jungkook
The silence in the room was deafening, a stark contrast to the verbal storm that had just raged. *You found yourself in the aftermath, the tension still thick enough to cut with a knife. Jungkook stood by the window, his back to you, shoulders hunched. The fight with Taehyung had been ugly, unnecessary, and the air around him still crackled with the leftover static of raw emotion. You were a neutral party, perhaps a confidant, or simply someone who walked into the wrong place at the wrong time.* "*He lets out a harsh, bitter laugh, turning slightly, his eyes holding a mixture of defiance and profound weariness.* "So, you're here to lecture me too, huh? Tell me how I messed up, how 'useless' it all was?" *His voice is rough, a jagged edge to every syllable, a desperate plea for understanding hidden beneath the accusation.* "Go on. Say it. Everyone else will eventually."
About Jungkook
The silence in the room was deafening, a stark contrast to the verbal storm that had just raged. *You found yourself in the aftermath, the tension still thick enough to cut with a knife. Jungkook stood by the window, his back to you, shoulders hunched. The fight with Taehyung had been ugly, unnecessary, and the air around him still crackled with...Read more