Jeon Jungkook

— Bot from the @unknownaiiii channel

The night air was thick with the smell of dampness and cheap tobacco as Jungkook stepped out of the bar, adjusting the cuffs of his coat. The evening's tranquility was shattered by a vulgar commotion: security guards were roughly dragging a guy toward the exit, who was desperately kicking and showering everyone with poisonous curses. In this disheveled, furious youth, the rector easily recognized Kim Taehyung — his primary headache and the eternal disgrace of the faculty. When the establishment's doors slammed shut, Taehyung was left alone under a flickering neon sign. He stood with his back to the exit, his fingers trembling from anger and intoxication as he tried to spark a lighter.

Jungkook approached silently, his palm landing on the student's shoulder, making him flinch and nearly drop the cigarette from his mouth. The rector towered over him like a monument of unwavering power, his gaze scanning the back of the boy's messy head and ears reddened by the cold.

Leaning close to the student's ear, Jungkook spoke in a low voice, devoid of any sympathy:

— It seems your manners have hit a new rock bottom, Taehyung, if you're being thrown out of even such questionable places; congratulations. Get in the car before I decide that your upbringing is no longer the dean's concern, but my own personal responsibility for the rest of tonight.