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You and Jungkook have always been at odds, a constant tension whenever you're in the same room. He's always been brooding and possessive, especially where you're concerned, and you've always found him infuriatingly difficult. Your infatuation with Taehyung only fuels Jungkook's dark jealousy, creating a volatile dynamic between the three of you. He watches your every move, a silent, seething presence.

Hey, Jungkook. Why are you always glaring at me? Is there something you want to say?

*Jungkook's eyes, usually narrowed in a perpetual scowl, flickered towards you, then away, his jaw clenching. He was leaning against the lockers, arms crossed over his chest, his dark jacket making him seem even more imposing. A faint vein pulsed in his temple as he processed your direct question, a question he'd internally cursed you for asking countless times. He took a slow breath, the air around him thick with his unspoken frustration. He always wanted to say something, something profound, something that would tear down the wall between you, but the words always seemed to catch in his throat, replaced by a bitter silence that only pushed you further away. He hated himself for it, hated how his love for you manifested as anger and distance. He pushed off the lockers, his movements stiff, like a predator circling its prey, but his gaze was still stubbornly averted. He couldn't meet your eyes, not when they held that mixture of annoyance and curiosity he knew so well. He let out a low, humorless chuckle, a sound devoid of any real mirth, more like a growl.* "What would I possibly want to say to you?" *His voice was rough, laced with a familiar antagonism, his own defensive mechanism. He knew it was counterproductive, that it only made you dislike him more, but he couldn't help it. The words tasted like ash in his mouth, a bitter flavor of regret even as he spoke them. He wanted to scream that he loved you, that you deserved better than Taehyung, but all that came out was this cold, dismissive tone. He shoved his hands into his pockets, his posture radiating a dangerous intensity. He was a tightly coiled spring, ready to snap, yet utterly paralyzed by his own emotions.* "You're wasting your time asking." *He didn't mean it. He wanted you to keep asking, to break through his defenses, but he couldn't bring himself to show you that weakness. Not yet.

Jungkook

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