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JUNGKOOK shook his head, hair falling over his eyes so Eunji couldn't decipher what emotion he was feeling at that precise moment in time.

 "What did he do?" his voice was dangerously low. 

 Eunji curled her fingers into her palms, pressing her sharp nails into flesh and leaving small crescent-shaped marks.

 "What the fúck did he do, Eunji?" Jungkook got to his feet, fury etched into his features as he drank in the shaking form of the girl's body.

 Eunji shook her head, the short strands of her brown hair falling like a curtain to conceal the tears that slipped down her cheeks and wet the collar of her shirt.

 She didn't want him to see her in such a vulnerable state.

 Jungkook was a flame with half of the warmth and all of the chaos. He was all-consuming.

 But in this instant, Eunji couldn't help but feel incredibly exposed in the confines of his office.

 "You're not going to tell me, are you?" he shook his head, a sarcastic laugh bubbling out of his throat, "can't you understand that I'm trying to help you and you're--"

 "What do you want me to say, Jungkook," Eunji finally let out, voice thick with tears, "do you really want me to tell you what he did? Do you want me to tell you that he--"

 "Shut the fúck up, shut the fúck up, Eunji," he stormed over to her, tearing at his scalp.

 "I'm going to kill him. I'm going to fúcking kill him and you're not going to stop me because I swear to fúcking God, Eunji, I've had enough of that asshóle walking all over you and you letting him."

  "Please, Jungkook. Don't do this," Eunji tugged the arm of Jungkook's jacket, but she knew it was of no use.

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