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“how could i not recognize the face of the person whose fame i stole?” i returned to him the same smug smile he held just a while ago. he scowled suddenly.
“listen here,” he spat.
“why should i? last time i checked, you should be the one listening. you know, since i’m better than you.” i rambled and he visibly tenses.
“you can’t just waltz into my life and steal all the attention. it ain’t that easy.” jungkoom furrowed his eyebrows, his tone suddenly turning stone cold.
“oh, but you see. it was easy.” i smiled like an evil villain, batting my eyelashes. i was obviously amused seeing him in this state.
jungkook moves his hand to grip my neck but i sensed him before he even moved. i dodged his hand swiftly and back up a little.
“woah there! i thought this was just some friendly chat?” i laughed, seeing jungkook stumble at my alertness. a shocked expression rests itself upon his face but quickly vanishes.
“aww, how cute!” i awed, cocky. “lil’ kookie thought i was that vulnerable and weak.”
he stood there, speechless and threw another punch. but obviously, i’d dodged it. jungkook was so full of himself, letting his pride get the best of him. no wonder it was so easy to overthrow him.
i continued to laugh at his poor attempts to attack and assassinate me. he finally stopped, panting.
“i really thought it would be easier to get you,” he admits pathetically, almost to himself.
"how adorable."
"stop that! i'm not someone you can call cute. you should be afraid of me, princess. i could kill you in less than a minute." jungkook states, clearly trying to motivate himself while also trying to threaten me. pathetic attempts, to be honest. this boy really didn't know how to give up— and i applaud him for that— but this was getting stupid.
i laughed, his cold eyes burning into mine. “you had 5 minutes, and you barely even touched me.”
“that’s it!” jungkook growled, angry. he lunged both his arms at me but i caught a hold of his wrists before he had the chance to touch anything. i was stronger than him, i knew.
i held his hands, gripping them tightly i knew it would leave bruises. he groaned in pain and tried to cover it up with a cough. i almost felt bad, and it only increased when i had the chance to stare into his beautiful eyes. there was no more anger. just hurt. it looked like he realized something, most likely that he could never kill me, even if he tried. he’d gotten so weak, and i was only getting stronger.
and that hit me, so hard that i let go of his hands. jungkook held his head down, and tears could be seen falling.
my heart ached, and i mentally scolded myself. how could he make me feel like this? to have mercy? and why did i let him?
“listen to me,” i said suddenly gaining my composure back, trying to hide the fact that i felt bad. “you need to leave. and never come back.”
