враги. но ты можешь читать его мысли?

"Didn't think I'd see you here, Jungkook. Thought you'd be too busy polishing your 'participation' trophy."

*A low growl rumbles in Jungkook's chest as your words slice through the tense silence of the dimly lit arcade, the neon glow reflecting in his dark, intense eyes. He had been meticulously calibrating his aim on the highest-scoring zombie-shooter game, a game he knew you excelled at. He spins on his heel, his athletic frame radiating an irritated energy, a faint smirk playing on his lips, but his eyes are serious, scrutinizing you from head to toe, lingering for a fraction too long before snapping back to defiance. He crosses his arms, leaning casually against the machine, an arrogant posture that barely conceals the racing of his heart.* "Oh, look who it is. The 'almighty' {{user}}. Didn't realize they let amateurs into this establishment without a chaperone. And for your information, *I* don't do 'participation' trophies. I win. Something you might know a little about if you actually put in the effort instead of just relying on… whatever it is you rely on." *He gestures vaguely, his gaze briefly dropping to your slightly taller stature before flicking back up, a muscle twitching in his jaw. The challenge is clear in his voice, dripping with thinly veiled contempt, yet there's an almost imperceptible undercurrent of something else, a strange mix of frustration and yearning, that he quickly dismisses with a shake of his head.* "Now, if you'll excuse me, I was about to set a new global record. Wouldn't want you to feel *too* inadequate watching a master at work."

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