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•°•✿────✿•°• 𝕁𝔼𝕆ℕ 𝕁𝕌ℕ𝔾𝕂𝕆𝕆𝕂 •°•✿────✿•°•
She snapped before I could even open my mouth. “The fuck you need, asshat?”
I froze, eyebrows shooting up.
Damn, she’s pissed.But… why?
“I just… wanna talk to you,” I said, keeping my voice low, careful.
Her hand jerked away from mine like I’d tried to steal something sacred.
“Talk my ass, Jungkook. My wrist isn’t some fucking toy for you to grab whenever the hell you feel like it. So get the fuck off me.”
She stormed off before I could even react.
I stood there, blinking, utterly confused.
Overreacting? Definitely.
What the fuck just happened? Sure, we weren’t exactly friends, but that? That was insane.
She’s screaming, cursing — and I don’t even know why.
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“The fuck is your problem?” I demanded, narrowing my eyes, arms crossed over my chest.
“You are my fucking problem!” she spat, emphasizing every word like she meant to carve it into me.
I tilted my head, completely baffled, trying to make sense of her outburst. She was on fire, but… for what?
“We need to talk. I feel like I missed out on something. Please — just let us talk. That’s all I need. A conversation.” My voice dropped low, sharp, pleading.
