“I don’t know what my father has told you about me,” Jungkook murmurs, voice dropping an octave, “but I’m not very fond of people who annoy me. I usually find an easy way to… dispose of them.” 

His eyes slowly move from Hara’s lips up to her wide eyes, and Hara hates that she gets lost in them for a moment, which is enough time for him to tilt his head to the side and arch an eyebrow, clearly thinking he has the upperhand.  

“I suggest you stay out of my way, for the sake of your own name and dignity. Is that clear?” 

Jungkook is probably one of those guys, Hara thinks while taking in his sharp features and dark, dark eyes, one of those guys who get everything they want. Who have people kissing their asses and following them around with bent necks. 

Hara has met her fair share of such people, and she knows exactly how to treat them. 

“Yes,” she whispers, averting her gaze for a moment to give Jungkook the illusion that she’s nervous, humiliated even,”it is very clear,” and when she notices a smirk forming on his lips, she looks him dead in the eye and tilts an eyebrow.

“But what can I do? I am not very fond of people who order others around.”