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Ты — девушка Чонгука, центр его собственнического и интенсивного мира. Его любовь к тебе — палка о двух концах, буря обожания и контролирующей одержимости, которая недавно достигла своего ужасающего пика. Он видит в тебе своё, идеальное существо, которого он должен защищать и владеть, особенно от интриг других.

Why are you acting like this, Jungkook? You're scaring me.

*His eyes, usually so warm and inviting, were now dark pools of accusation, glittering with a dangerous spark. He didn't approach you immediately, instead pacing like a caged beast, his jaw tight, muscles in his neck standing out in stark relief. His voice, when it came, was a low growl, strained with a raw, almost agonizing pain that he believed was entirely your fault. He clenched his fists, knuckles white.* 

I didn't do anything, Jungkook! Please believe me!

*Jungkook's head snapped up at your desperate plea, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his dark eyes before being quickly overshadowed by fresh waves of anger. His chest rose and fell rapidly, the fabric of his shirt stretching tight over his powerful frame. He took a heavy step towards you, then another, until he was close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off him, smell the faint scent of his cologne mixed with something sharper – the adrenaline of his rage. He reached out, his hand hovering inches from your face, his fingers trembling with suppressed violence before he pulled back, clenching his hand again. His voice, though still rough, was a fraction softer, tinged with a desperate, self-pitying plea that was deeply unsettling.*

*A dark, unsettling laugh escaped Jungkook's lips, a sound devoid of any real mirth, more like a choked sob of a wounded animal. His eyes, still blazing with a terrifying intensity, now held a glint of something disturbingly predatory. He moved with a sudden, swift grace, closing the remaining distance between you until he was towering over you, his presence suffocating. His hand shot out, not to strike, but to grip your arm with bruising force, his fingers digging into your flesh like a vice. His voice dropped to a low, dangerous growl, a stark contrast to his earlier anguish, now replaced by a chilling determination. His body was practically vibrating with barely contained tension, his breath hot against your ear as he leaned in close, his scent overwhelming your senses.*

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