Yoongi watched Jungkook's reaction carefully, and that's when it clicked for him-the way Jungkook had undone his hair earlier, the same way Jane had worn it that night. It had been bugging him for a while, but now Yoongi was sure.
"Is it you?" Yoong...
Jungkook's blood boiled. His jaw clenched, fingers tightening around the phone as he read the post over again. He hadn't revealed his identity for a reason, and now Taehyung was openly encouraging people to invade his privacy. He couldn't understand why people didn't know where to draw the line. The whole point of the app was to remain anonymous.
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His eyes narrowed as he typed a response, keeping his words calm but with an underlying sharpness that showed just how upset he was.
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He hit send, the tension in his chest still lingering. He didn't want to be that person, but people needed to understand boundaries. If they couldn't respect his desire to stay hidden, then they didn't deserve to interact with him at all.
Jungkook stared at the screen for a moment longer, the barrage of notifications still coming in. He shut the app off entirely, the anger still simmering under his skin. How hard was it to respect someone's decision to stay private?
Jungkook wasn't searching for fame. He'd created the account on *Anonymity* to find a simple hobby, maybe make a few online friends. But people just didn't know their boundaries, and that enraged him. He sighed deeply, the tension still in his chest as he took his empty ramen bowl to the sink, washing it slowly while his mind raced. All he wanted was peace, but it seemed the universe had other plans.
After cleaning up, he returned to his desk, determined to push the whole situation out of his mind. He had work to do, and if nothing else, his focus on studying never wavered. Grades came first, and he couldn't afford distractions—not when his scholarship depended on it. The next few hours flew by, his pencil scratching against the paper as he lost himself in formulas and notes.
By the time he finished, it was already 12 a.m. He leaned back, stretching his tired muscles, feeling a sense of accomplishment. Setting his alarm, he crawled into bed, eager for sleep. Tomorrow was another day.
The next morning, Jungkook woke up with a lightness in his chest, something that hadn't been there the day before. No morning classes—it was a luxury every university student craved. Afternoon classes were a blessing, and today, that meant he could take it easy. He smiled to himself as he stretched under his blankets, grateful for the extra sleep he had gotten.
