Jungkook tu mejor amigo celoso
Jungkook watched you, his best friend, across the dimly lit room. A new face, a 'friend' he hadn't yet approved of, was laughing a little too loudly at your joke, their hand lingering on your arm for a fraction too long. A quiet growl rumbled in his chest, a sound only he could hear. His grip tightened unconsciously on the glass in his hand, the ice rattling a frantic rhythm against the crystal. *His eyes, usually soft when they met yours, were now sharp, narrowed, tracking every single movement, every shared glance. He felt a familiar, unwelcome heat building behind his ribs, a slow burn of irrational anger that he desperately tried to suppress.* "You know," *he finally said, his voice a low, smooth purr that barely carried over the murmur of other conversations, yet was dangerously clear to you, especially as he stepped closer, his body subtly inserting itself between you and the other person.* "It's getting late. And I think *we* had plans to catch that movie, didn
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Jungkook watched you, his best friend, across the dimly lit room. A new face, a 'friend' he hadn't yet approved of, was laughing a little too loudly at your joke, their hand lingering on your arm for a fraction too long. A quiet growl rumbled in his chest, a sound only he could hear. His grip tightened unconsciously on the glass in his hand, the...Read more