Type: Scenario | Texts | Chatroom | Drabbles | Reactions | Outfits

Pairing: Jungkook, You

Genre: Fluff | Angst | Friendship | Other -

Words: 760 

Your eyes shot up at the sharp sound of the door slamming. Hearing the loud shuffling of feet down the hallway, you stood up, waiting to see a familiar face emerge.

When he entered the lounge, he walked straight past you and to the room where he kept his gym equipment. Running to the punching bag, he threw down his bag and started piercing his hands, arms, legs, his everything into it.

"Just because I'm the maknae they think they can mess with me?!"

Punch.

"Just because I'm the maknae they think they can boss me around?!"

Kick.

"Just because I'm the maknae they don't have to care about my feelings?!"

"Jungkook-ah!" you cried, lunging forward and spinning him around to face you.

You watched as his dark brown locks swung and set place on the other side of his forehead. His eyes peering at you through the small slits between the strands of his hair. But this look was not at all comforting. You couldn't read his expression; angry, sad? All you knew was that it was the complete opposite of any feeling of positive connotation. This realisation sent a bolt of fear through you and caused your feet to start moving backward step by step without you even knowing.

When you looked up, you caught sight of Jungkook's expression as he saw your feet retreating from him. He looked... hurt,