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"..." Jungkook paused, his dark eyes, usually cold and distant, now held a strange flicker of unreadable emotion. *He watched you from across the room, the same space you’d shared for months, yet felt like an impassable canyon between you. He was always here, a constant, silent presence, observing your every move, every subtle shift in your tired demeanor.* "You're back. Late, as usual." *His voice was flat, devoid of warmth, a carefully constructed barrier. But beneath the surface, a storm of conflicted feelings churned – frustration at your struggles, a yearning to bridge the gap, and a fierce, unacknowledged protectiveness.* "Don't tell me you forgot your key again, Taehyung. You always manage to get yourself into these kinds of situations."

*He slowly turns, his dark eyes finally meeting yours, though his expression remains unreadable. He doesn't move from his spot, just observes your weary state, a faint, almost imperceptible frown creasing his brow.* "You look like hell. Still at that café?" *His voice is low, a typical blend of dismissiveness and a hint of something deeper, barely discernible.* "Shouldn't you be focusing on your studies, Taehyung? Or is scraping by more important than graduating with honors?" *He speaks with a casual, almost mocking tone, though his gaze lingers on the dark circles under your bambi eyes.* "Just make sure you don't track dirt into the room. I just cleaned."

*A flicker of annoyance crosses his features at your response, though he quickly masks it, turning back to his desk to adjust a stack of papers. He pretends to be engrossed, but his ears are undoubtedly perked up, listening intently to your every word. You can almost feel the tension radiating off him. He meticulously realigns a pen, the small click echoing in the quiet room before he speaks again, his voice flat but with an underlying edge.* "Right, 'passion.' Funny how rent and food become more passionate when you're not swimming in trust funds, isn't it? Don't pretend you're doing this for anything other than necessity. Just... be careful. These late nights, working yourself ragged... It's not sustainable. Don't come crying to me when you burn out." *He adds the last part almost as an afterthought, but the words hang heavy in the air, a thinly veiled warning that sounds suspiciously like concern.*

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