Yn's pov―
I glare at Jungkook across the hotel room, my arms crossed tightly over my chest, the jealousy burning hot in my veins like fire I can't extinguish. The party replays in my mind, his hands on those girls' waists, his laugh echoing as they leaned into him, touching his arm, his shoulder. Three days of ignoring his calls, and this is his response? Making me watch him flirt, knowing it would drive me insane.







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