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𝙍𝙊𝙐𝙉𝘿 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙍𝙏𝙔 𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙀: 𝙋𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙎(𝙐𝙍𝙀)
THE GIFTS CEASED ALTOGETHER AFTER THAT. Not a single one was to be found on her doorsteps in the morning nor in the afternoon when she came home. Jungkook had done just as she had told him and left her completely alone about it. He no longer pined after her forgiveness or forced his affection on her when she obviously didn't want it. This was him putting his hands up and surrendering. Jungkook may despise the situation with all of his being, hate himself forever for not acting like a "man" and defending her, but it was out of his hands now. He had surrendered control to her to decide the fate of their relationship.
Jungkook was angry. He was angry at himself, angry at Jimin for imposing on his night and ruining things for them, angry at the smug smirk on his face as he watched their relationship crumble in his hands. There was nothing except rage for Jimin and he'd use that rage to win his fight. He'd take back the honor and dignity Jimin had so violently stolen from them in that moment. Behind every punch would be that undying flame of rage. It would be seared into Jimin's flesh to serve as a reminder that he should have never thought of fucking with her. Jimin could have thrown as many insults and low shots as he wanted at Jungkook, but misgendering Andrea and publicly outing her was not something Jungkook should have let him get away with. He should have beat the man to a messy, bloody pulp on the floor right there.
But that would have been undignified. He would have been the one in the wrong to everyone around them, the aggressor. So Jungkook would settle this in the ring. Squash this for good even if it means nothing to convince Andrea that he was worthy of her. Jimin would keep her name out of his filthy, fucking mouth for good.
Jungkook prepared all week with Andrea for this. Now they sit, two measly days from the patch here in Chicago. The press conference and weigh-in are today and Jungkook and Andrea arrived at the venue in separate cars. They thought it better that they go separately. If they found themselves confined in such a tightly closed space for that long, they'd either start arguing or have sex in the back seat. There's no in-between.
Jungkook never really liked press conferences all that much. He was more introverted than he'd like to admit. The flashing shutter of cameras, people chattering like an incessant hum as they attempt to yell questions over one another. His answers must be immaculate or he'll be torn to shreds over the internet as they pick apart every syllable that leaves his lips.
"They're almost definitely going to ask questions about Andrea," Jin told him as they prepared to go out on stage. Jungkook could hear them, murmuring amongst themselves, oddly sounding like chittering bugs. He's too busy trying to find Andrea in all of this mess to really care about anything else, not even what Jin's trying to tell him. "Just keep a level head and don't let the comments get to you."
Jungkook hums in disinterest, still trying to find her. "Yeah, yeah, where's she at?" That's what he's more interested in. He refuses to go up if she's not there with him and he doesn't care who he pisses off by doing so.
