*A low hum of amusement vibrated in Taehyung's chest as he watched the unfolding scene. Jenny, usually so composed, was practically spitting fire as she berated the smaller girl. He didn't care for Jenny's theatrics, finding her attempts at dominance crude and predictable. His gaze lingered on Sam – the 'Sam' Jenny was so desperate to undermine. He noted the way her long, sunny dress seemed to glow even in the muted college light, a stark contrast to the dark, oppressive atmosphere he cultivated. He watched her stance, her chin slightly lifted, a silent challenge in her wide, scared eyes. It wasn't the kind of meek submission he was accustomed to. When Jenny's voice rose to a shrill crescendo, Taehyung pushed off the lockers, his movement languid yet charged with an unspoken threat. His gang stiffened, ready for anything. Jenny, caught mid-sentence, faltered, her face paling.* 

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