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𝟏𝟏. 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓

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"Earth to Mr. Jeon," she said, snapping her fingers sharply in front of the horror-stricken brunette, pulling him abruptly from his thoughts.

Jungkook's head jerked toward Ms. Anne, who stood uncomfortably close, her presence invading his personal space. Her proximity made his skin crawl, but he forced himself to remain composed, though his discomfort was evident.

Meanwhile, the boys peeking through the wall watched the exchange with bated breath. Taemin, in particular, was on edge, his body tense and ready to intervene at the slightest provocation. His protective instincts flared, and he clenched his fists, prepared to step in if she crossed a line.

"I said, 'Your voice is so nice.' Isn't it disrespectful to ignore me and zone out like that?" Ms. Anne remarked, her tone dripping with faux sweetness as she took another deliberate step toward him.

"Uh, thank you, Ms. Anne," Jungkook replied, his voice steady but cautious as he instinctively took a step back, creating what little distance he could.

"That's it. I'm going to yeet her out of there," Taemin muttered under his breath, turning to stride toward them. But before he could take more than a step, Yoongi's hand landed firmly on his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks.

"Relax. Things are getting interesting. Let's see how this plays out. You might finally get a glimpse of the real Kookie hyung you idolize so much," Yoongi said with a sly grin, his tone laced with amusement.

Taemin hesitated, weighing his options. Though he knew Jungkook well by now, his brothers' overprotectiveness often kept him at arm's length. This could be an opportunity to prove to them that his admiration wasn't misplaced—and perhaps even show Jimin how sincere he truly was. With that in mind, Taemin reluctantly stood down, folding his arms as he watched the scene unfold, confident in Jungkook's ability to handle the situation.

Meanwhile, Jungkook was doing his best to maintain his composure under Ms. Anne's unnervingly intense gaze. Her predatory smile made his stomach churn, but he refused to let it show.

"Mr. Jeon, I need a favor from you," she stated, her smirk widening as she leaned in slightly.

"How may I help you, Ms. Anne?" he asked, his tone polite but guarded.

"Oh, it's simple," she purred, her voice dropping to a low, suggestive whisper. "Bed me."

Jungkook froze, his mind momentarily blank as he processed her audacious request. "Pardon?" he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

"I said, bed me," she repeated, her hand reaching out to brush against his forearm.

He recoiled instinctively, swatting her hand away with a firm but controlled motion. "I don't see you that way, Ms. Anne," he replied, his tone firm and resolute.

"Oh, come on," she scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Who could possibly say no to me? You're just in denial, that's all." With that, she grabbed his collar, pulling him closer with a boldness that left him stunned.

"No, ma'am. I'm not interested in you," Jungkook stated firmly, pushing her back gently but firmly by her shoulders.

"It's just a hookup," she said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "No one needs to be interested for that."

"I don't do hookups, Ms. Anne. I believe in something more meaningful—something that lasts," he replied, his voice steady and unwavering.

"Why are you so old-fashioned, Mr. Jeon? Are you stuck in the 17th century or something?" she quipped, her tone laced with mockery.