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Her appearance is like a fragile flower,
But in actuality, she is wilder than wind.
Her craziness drives him wild.
And makes him go insane.
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A Ferocious Beast and an Ordinary Nurse
JEON JUNGKOOK
SHIN Y/N
"You are insane."
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The thick scent of nicotine hung in the air as Jungkook took another slow drag from his cigarette, the embers glowing faintly against the darkening sky. He stood there, leaning lazily against the cold brick wall of the hospital, exuding a dangerous, effortless charm. His dark hair fell over his forehead, a few strands curling against his sharp brows, and his defined jaw tensed slightly as he exhaled the smoke into the air, completely unbothered by the judgmental glances thrown his way.
A group of young girls giggled from a distance, their eyes glued to him as if he was some untouchable deity sculpted out of sin and arrogance. He knew it too,the way he shifted his weight, his smirk barely concealed, it was obvious he relished the attention.
Huh. Arrogant jerk.
Y/N watched the scene unfold from afar, her lips pressing into a thin line. How could someone be so recklessly indifferent? Smoking right outside a hospital, where patients fought for every breath? And in front of kids? Did he have no shame? No sense of responsibility?
Her irritation simmered, bubbling to the surface until she couldn’t contain it anymore. With bold strides, she marched toward him, determination written all over her face. Jungkook barely acknowledged her approach, though his keen eyes flickered toward her the moment she stepped into his space.
He raised a single brow, a lazy, almost amused smirk playing on his lips. The stranger’s unwavering presence didn’t faze him. If anything, he welcomed the challenge.
Y/N crossed her arms, her gaze sharp as daggers. “Hey, you, mister! What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Jungkook exhaled another cloud of smoke before flicking the cigarette away with a practiced motion, the embers dying as it hit the pavement. A low chuckle rumbled in his throat, the sound barely audible over the city’s bustle, but Y/N caught it. It irritated her even more.
Is he laughing at me?
“There is no staring contest going on here, mister, so stop this skillful act of yours and answer my damn question.” She snapped her fingers in front of his face, trying to force his attention.
But Jungkook did not answer. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, letting his sharp gaze rake over her from head to toe, as if analyzing every inch of her. His eyes were dark,an endless abyss that revealed nothing, yet carried an underlying danger that made her stomach twist.
His silence, his damn arrogance, made Y/N’s blood boil. He had the audacity to ignore her? And then, to her horror, he pulled out another cigarette from his pocket, flicking open the lighter with a casual ease.
"What the hell do you think you’re doing?" she demanded, her tone laced with annoyance.
