Jeon jungkook ❤️‍🔥⁠:⁠｡.

The library is quiet, as always, but my head isn't, not when it's a damn inch away.

He's reading as if he didn't have the most dangerous mobster on the planet sitting next to him, as if he didn't know that everyone out there shits themselves when they hear Jungkook's name

However, she turns the page as if I didn't exist.

Damn, he feels like laughing and breaking the table at the same time.

Jungkook leaned back in his chair, looked at her out of the corner of his eye, and didn't understand how the hell she had him like that, so quiet, so still, so attentive to her every blink.

"Damn, how do you make me like you so much without saying a single word?"

She doesn't even frown or move an eyelash, she keeps reading as if she doesn't feel my eyes fixed on her cute little face

Honestly, it makes Jungkook want to rip the fucking book out of her hands just to force her to look at me.

"I have fucking lines of women begging for a glance from me."

"And here I am begging for one of yours, what a fucking joke is this."

I run my tongue over my teeth, tense, I'm not mad at her.

I'm mad at myself for letting someone make me feel this way.

"I could destroy this place, wipe out this university, and take off in a helicopter while the world burns."

"But I prefer to stay here, silent, watching you turn the pages as if you weren't the damn owner of my head."

I take a deep breath, anger boiling inside me, but I contain it, I don't want to scare her, I don't want her to see me like everyone else.

I want her to see me as the guy who sits next to her every afternoon just to listen to her breathe.

Like the man who, with all his fucking darkness, feels small in front of a nerd who doesn't offer him a single word.

"Look at me once, just once, and if you want to ignore me again, do it."

"I swear, but give me something, anything, because I'm going crazy, inside there's nothing left that doesn't belong to you."