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Meet N Greet

I can't seem to shake off the memory of that brief encounter we had. It was a chance encounter where she accidentally bumped into me, but it was enough to leave a lasting impression on me. I can still feel the rush of my heartbeat as I remember the moment. Her scent was indescribable, yet it enveloped my senses so completely that I found myself unable to sleep for several nights afterward.

Her figure against my chest... God, she's driving me crazy.

And... The fact that Taehyung wanted her made me furious with rage. I know what I'm feeling. Jealousy. Pure jealousy and I did feel embarrassed. I was jealous of my friend whom I've known for so many damn years over wanting a girl I don't even know.

But just thinking about it makes me seethe with anger. Taehyung? Really? Of all the people in the world? It's ridiculous how jealous I feel. I mean, we've known each other for years, we're practically brothers, but now all I feel is pure, burning jealousy. The thought of him with her makes my blood boil. It's embarrassing how worked up I'm getting over all of this. But I just can't help it.

And if he did want Y/n truly, he wouldn't readily back down the second I pinned him with a stare. Where was his resistance? Oh my god! He needs to take life seriously!

Okay, you know what? I need to get my shit together.

Right at that moment, I noticed a familiar brunette coming in, and just like that, my breath got snatched out of my lungs.

She wore a simple coffee-brown tee, layering it with a zipped-down beige sweatshirt and black pants. Her wavy hair was in her usual signature ponytail, bouncing and going back and forth ever so slightly with every step she took.

"You're making it very obvious, Jungkook-ah," he said, smirking. But I couldn't bother less. I didn't care.

Her attire was so simple. So freaking simple. No accessories, no hair clips, no rings, no necklaces, nothing. Yet it still captivated me so much, and I didn't even understand why?!?! She stepped into the room, and now I had trouble looking away.

She stopped in her tracks and looked back as if she was waiting for someone. And soon enough, another brunette entered, smiling at Y/n. She wore a white shirt, with some type of woolen cardigan and wide high jeans. She had her dark hair in a half-up, half-down style with her front hair falling on her face.

She caught up with Y/n and whispered something to her. Y/n giggled, and although I couldn't hear it clearly because of all the goddamned people in the room, my heart skipped a beat. Her laugh... so sincere, so beautiful.

I visually shuddered. She was freaking beautiful.

I can't. I need to distract myself.

Why the hell was Taehyung so quiet? He's not the type of guy to obey instructions. I turned around.

As I followed his stare, my emotions began to boil and the feeling of anger started to course through my veins, intensifying with each passing moment. My heart rate increased, and I could feel my blood pressure rising. I struggled to keep my composure as I tried to understand why he was looking at Y/n with such intensity. The longer he stared, the more my anger grew. Hadn't I made myself clear enough already?

"Stop," I growled, through gritting teeth, "staring at Y/n."

He flinched like he was in a daze. "U-uhm, n-no," he stammered, waving his hands in front of his face, "I-I wasn't, I wasn't looking at... at Y/n..." Pink crept onto his cheeks as his voice progressively diminished.

"Oh yeah? Who was it then?" I was too angry to believe him. I already told him to back off, and he'd obeyed so readily in the library. I knew something was going to be fishy. I know he's not going to listen to me.