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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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(And here I used to look like a roasted potato well I'm still the same 🙂)
Edited version 🖤🦋
As soon as Jungkook stormed out of the room, Yuna barely had time to blink before Y/n shot daggers at the door he exited through. It was as if the air around her turned into a raging storm, but instead of lightning, it was sheer indignation that crackled.
“Y/n, are you okay?” Yuna approached cautiously, already sensing the brewing storm in her best friend’s eyes.
No response.
Y/n stood rooted to her spot, her hands clenched into fists, her jaw set tight. She looked eerily calm—too calm. And if Yuna knew anything about Y/n, it was that this kind of silence was always the warning before the disaster.
“Come with me,” Yuna muttered, grabbing her arm and dragging her to the couch like a mother handling her grumpy toddler. She disappeared into the kitchen, quickly returning with a glass of water.
"Here, drink this."
For once, Y/n didn’t argue. She took the glass, downed the entire thing in one go, and set it down on the table with a loud thud that echoed in the room.
Yuna exhaled in relief. Maybe she had calmed down—
“I TOLD YOU, Y/N, YOUNG MASTER DOESN'T LISTEN TO ANYONE. HE DOES—”
Yuna's sentence was left hanging in the air when Y/n abruptly stood up, the sheer force of her movement so sudden and dramatic that Yuna nearly choked on air.
"What does he think of himself?" Y/n’s voice was low but filled with such deadly irritation that Yuna instinctively took a step back.
A deep breath. Another deep breath.
Nope. It wasn’t working.
Her anger was a volcano on the verge of erupting, and Jeon Jungkook had just stomped on it with his unnecessarily expensive, designer shoes.
“Did his parents not teach him basic human decency?! ‘Oh, I’m Jeon Jungkook! I’m rich, powerful, and everyone trembles before me! I don't need food, I survive on my own ego!’” Y/n mimicked in an exaggerated deep voice before scoffing. "Who does he think he is? Batman?"
Yuna bit her lip to stop herself from laughing.
Y/n continued, arms crossed, pacing back and forth like a general strategizing for war.
"All I did was make breakfast. Not poison, not explosives, not some kind of love potion. Just food."
She stopped, then threw her arms up. "And instead of saying ‘thank you’ or even ‘I’m not hungry,’ he acts like I just committed a national crime?! The audacity! The nerve! The sheer gall of that man!"
