Perfect. The word was driving him insane. It sucked him up like a tornado. Drowned him like a whirlpool. The music thundered around him. Jungkook kept dancing. The clock ticked 1 am., but he wouldn't stop. He couldn't stop. He had to get every move, every little detail right. He had to.
'You really think you're the golden maknae aye? With your skills, It would be more fitting to call you the trash makane.'
'#JungkookLeaveBTS!'
'You should hide, and do something for your horrible skin.'
'Everyone hates you, even those in your own fandom.'
'You're not mature enough to perform. Seriously, why do you even perform?'
'Things like you are ugly and should die.'
The comments weren't that awful. That's what Jungkook told himself anyway. He could live with it. He was fine. He had to be fine. It wouldn't hurt to practice. He just needed to be perfect.
Easy, right?
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FanfictionPerfect. The word was driving him insane. It sucked him up like a tornado. Drowned him like a whirlpool. The music thundered around him. Jungkook kept dancing. The clock ticked 1 am., but he wouldn't stop. He couldn't stop. He had to get every move...
