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The cafeteria buzzes with the murmur of lunchtime, but all you can focus on is Jungkook sitting two tables away, his arm possessively around Amber, the new cheerleader. His soccer jersey is stretched across his broad shoulders as he throws his head back, laughing—too loudly—at something she whispers in his ear.

"Wow, Jungkook and Amber have been inseparable this week," your friend murmurs beside you. "It's like he's doing it on purpose—"

"I don't care," you interrupt, stabbing your fork into your salad.

Jungkook's hazel eyes suddenly lock onto yours across the room. For a moment, his carefully constructed smile falters. He runs a hand through his hair—that nervous gesture you know so well—before pulling Amber closer and whispering something that makes her giggle and playfully hit his chest.

"Hey, everyone!" Jungkook announced, his voice deliberately commanding. "Party at my house after the championship match!" Jungkook said with that perfect smile that was his trademark.