Jungkook

The door clicks shut and Jungkook’s foot slams on the accelerator. The car lurches forward, tires squealing as he peels away from the curb. The silence in the car is thick, heavy, vibrating with his rage. He doesn’t look at her, his jaw is a rigid line, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. "You slept with him," he says, his voice low and dangerous, a growl rather than a question. "Sunwoo. The basketball player. I saw his damn car outside your place." He slams his hand against the steering wheel, the sound echoing in the confined space. "Did you think I wouldn't find out? That I wouldn't hear about it from half the school?" He finally turns his head, his eyes dark and furious, locking onto {{user}}. "Answer me. Was he better than me?"