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Jungkook is not a born hater.
He hates very few people, really. There’s the lady who lives above him who keeps tap dancing after 10pm and no matter how many times he’s told the landlord about it, he’s done nothing and she still does it. So, Jungkook hates her and the landlord, too.
Jungkook also hates his middle school bully, Jiwon. He doesn’t have to explain that one, but let’s just say Jungkook’s pleasantly satisfied whenever he checks social media and sees Jiwon has had another break up, has been fired once again, or, even better, hit his car (which he does with a ridiculous frequency, someone should definitely take away his driver’s license).
There are other people. An old lady from back home who said he had ugly bunny teeth (he has beautiful bunny teeth), his boss (who doesn’t?) and a guy from the gym that forced Jungkook to change workout hours because he kept talking to a very uninterested Jungkook about all the ladies he pulled and screamed his name in bed and Jungkook just had to hold his tongue from saying they were all probably faking it.
So, Jungkook doesn’t hate a lot of specific people. He hates a lot of specific groups of people (like nazis, duh ), but that’s a whole different list he would have to make and right now he doesn’t have the time, because, at this very moment, Jungkook is staring at one out of two of the people he hates and hasn’t listed yet.
“Hello,” Kim Namjoon says, a huge ugly dimpled smile as he introduces himself to the team. “I’m Kim Namjoon, I’m excited to be joining the team.”
Jungkook almost scoffs. Kim Namjoon is excited to be in a lot of places, including Jungkook’s ex-boyfriend’s pants.
So, to finish off his list, Jungkook hates two more people. Choi Jihyun, his ex-boyfriend (for a lot of reasons) and Kim Namjoon, his ex-boyfriend’s ex-boyfriend, and the man Jihyun dumped Jungkook to be with (and that is reason enough, in his personal opinion).
What makes him the angriest, though, is that Namjoon doesn’t seem to know who he is, and if he does, he’s doing a hell of a job pretending he doesn’t. He greets Jungkook like he does everyone else, with a bow and a polite nice to meet you. Jungkook doesn’t bow back because he’s a petty bitch, and the look his boss gives him almost makes Jungkook quit on the spot.
Almost. He still has got bills to pay. And a loan, too, that Jihyun asked Jungkook to take for him to start a business. As expected, the business failed, as the relationship did, and now Jungkook has to pay the fucking loan all by himself because Jihyun is a piece of shit.
“Why do you look like you want to go all Ghostface on the new journalist?” Taehyung asks as soon as everyone stopped fucking clapping and has sat back on their cubicles. “He’s cute.”
Jungkook holds the pen in his hand a little too forcefully. Although his best friend is well too familiar with the story of Jihyun, Jungkook has never shown him a picture of him, let alone of Namjoon. He blocked them both on social media for mental health reasons and chose to hate them in silence ever since. It’s been a year and a half and he really thought he was doing great, but nobody would expect this type of curveball.
“That’s the Kim Namjoon, Taehyung,” he says, matter-of-factly, and watches as Taehyung’s eyes go wide and he’s very indiscreet about snapping his head to the side to look at the newcomer, who’s now setting up his personal belongs on his new desk, unfortunately not far away enough from Jungkook. “The guy who Jihyun cheated me with.”
“What the fuck,” Taehyung breathes out. “And he doesn’t recognize you?”
Jungkook shrugs. “Either that or he’s pretending not to. It doesn’t matter. I hate his ass and would burn his house down if that wouldn’t get me arrested.”
“Committing arson is indeed a very serious offence, but I doubt anyone would blame you.” Taehyung shakes his head. “I mean, it was Jihyun who dated you, but if this guy knew he had a boyfriend, he’s just as guilty.”
Jungkook glares at Namjoon, remembering when he caught their texts on Jihyun’s phone and his ex-boyfriend confessed to be seeing someone else for a while, and that he had promised that someone else he would leave Jungkook. It had been an out of body experience, back then. Jungkook couldn’t envision his life without Jihyun and he hunted Namjoon’s social media that very same night, sobbing on his bedroom floor upon seeing several pictures of his boyfriend with the other man.
They had been together out in the open, right in Jungkook’s face and under his nose.
“I’ll make his life hell,” Jungkook promises Taehyung. “I’m not above it, Taehyung, I really am not.”
“And I fully support you,” Taehyung nods his head in support. “But how are you going to make his life hell, exactly?”
Jungkook takes his eyes away from his archenemy to glance back at his best friend. “If he likes his coffee black, I’ll put five spoons of sugar in it. If he gets easily distracted by clicking sounds, I’ll click my fucking pen all day long. If he dislikes people who wait until the last second of a deadline to handover their part of the project, I’ll be that person. If it bothers him when someone spends too much time making conversation, I will talk his ear out about my gym problems. I will make this man hate me so much he will quit.”
Taehyung stares at Jungkook for a very long time, which leads Jungkook to conclude his best friend does, in fact, find him insane and in desperate need of therapy, but Jungkook doesn’t need to be told any of that. He’s fully aware.
“Didn’t he and Jihyun break up, though?” Taehyung tries after the silence between them has become decidedly awkward. “A few months ago.”
“They did.” Jungkook learned of it because he weakly unblocked Jihyun when he was drunk on soju one night and saw that all the pictures he had with Namjoon had been deleted. “But that changes nothing. I hold grudges, I’m a person who holds them deep inside his heart.”
“Okay,” Taehyung says, more as in there’s no point in arguing than in I agree with your line of thinking , but Jungkook doesn’t care. He has pain in his heart and if he can’t take it out on Jihyun (because who knows where that fucker has disappeared to), he will gladly take it out on the man who helped his ex to cheat on Jungkook.
“He should’ve taken a look at the people who worked here before he applied,” Jungkook mutters, clicking his pen as he meticulously observes if Namjoon reacts to it. To his happiness, he does. Namjoon looks up from his desk and glances at Jungkook for a second, scratching his ear. Good, good. “Because sometimes you might just end up working alongside someone who you’ve wronged, and if you’re really unlucky, that person might just be Regina George.”
“You’re not Regina George, be so serious right now.”
Jungkook puts his pen down. “Don’t take me off my revenge mode.”
“Okay, Regina George,” Taehyung chuckles, lifting his arms up in surrender. “Do what you must. Just don’t lose your job.”
“Don’t worry, TaeTae,” Jungkook sighs, with a witty smile on his lips as he watches Kim Namjoon type away on his keyboard. “He won’t even see it coming.”
“Hey, good morning,” Kim Namjoon greets him the following day. A Tuesday. Jungkook’s second most hated day of the week. The audacity. Jungkook’s in the lounge, waiting until the coffee machine stops so he can feel a little less dead. He put on the first sweater he saw, dropped over a chair, a baby blue one he only wears at home, grabbed his glasses and came to work. So, to summarize, saying good morning to this man is the last thing Jungkook wants to be doing right now. “What’s your name?”
Does he really not fucking know?
Jungkook blinks slowly at him, fully conscious of the fact his delay in replying is very rude. Namjoon frowns, but quickly replaces it with an understanding smile. “Not a morning person, are you? I get it.”
“Yeah,” Jungkook manages to reply, feeling his throat dry and this absurd wish to punch the shit out of this man. How dare he not only offer Jungkook a good morning, but also ask his name and sound understanding. Jungkook would very much love to see that stupid dimpled smile being washed off his face if Namjoon was confronted with the truth.
Jungkook should really just air it all out right now, throw in Namjoon’s face that he willingly slept with someone who was in a monogamous relationship and therefore he has no business trying to be nice to anyone, ever. He should lower his eyes and live like a worm.
But, it’s 8am and Jungkook’s not really in the mood to make a scene.
“I’m making coffee if you want some,” he says in an attempt of being polite. Namjoon can clearly see he’s making coffee, and he could easily guess Jungkook is not the owner of said coffee, so Namjoon doesn’t really to be told he can have some if he so wishes, but still. Jungkook guesses this is nice enough of him. “How do you like yours?” He asks, for research purposes.
“Black.”
Jungkook is kind of proud of himself for having guessed that correctly. He makes a mental note to add five cups of sugar to Namjoon’s coffee when he’s not looking.
The silence stretches as they both look at the coffee bubbling up inside the transparent recepient. Jungkook’s conjuring up ways he can kill Namjoon without being caught. Namjoon’s probably thinking about kneeling in front of the image of the lord and asking for absolution.
“You still haven’t told me your name,” Namjoon reminds him. Jungkook didn’t need that reminder, he knows that very well.
“Jeon Jungkook.” He looks at Namjoon, waiting to see if he musters any type of recognition or reaction to the name, but there is none. He is either a really two faced bitch or he actually doesn’t know Jungkook is the man Jihyun was dating while fucking him. Jungkook doesn’t know what option is more insulting. “I feel like I’ve heard your name before, though.”
Maybe throwing a bait will get the fish trapped in his hook.
“Oh?” Namjoon replies, curiosity splashed across his face. “Maybe we have a mutual friend, but my name is pretty common, anyway.”
“Maybe…” Jungkook trails off. “Do you know a guy named Choi Jihyun?”
Namjoon’s confused expression quickly changes to a very, very serious one. He crosses his arms, and swings his body to the side, resting its weight on his left leg.
“Yeah, uh, he’s my ex. Is he a friend of yours?”
Jungkook almost scoffs at the audacity. “No, he’s not a friend of mine, Kim Namjoon-ssi. I just know him.”
“Okay.” Namjoon licks his lips and takes his eyes off him and back to the coffee machine, who has now stopped bubbling. Should Jungkook ambush him now, remind Namjoon his previous relationship started with a betrayal, a knife to someone else’s back? “How do you like your coffee?”
“With milk.”
Jungkook watches as Namjoon pours the hot drink into two mugs and goes over to the fridge to grab the milk. He pours a bit into one of the mugs and looks at Jungkook, asking if he wants more. Jungkook nods, so a little more he pours.
“That’s good, thank you.”
After stirring it for him, Namjoon nods with a closed mouth smile and walks past him to put the milk back inside the fridge. He grabs his own mug and offers Jungkook a short nod of head before walking out of the cafeteria. Jungkook stares at the empty space for half a minute before turning his eyes back to his mug, now a shade of brown.
A lot of thoughts occur to him simultaneously. The first one is that Kim Namjoon is kind. The second one is that despite being kind, Kim Namjoon made the conscious choice of having an affair with Jungkook’s ex-boyfriend. The third one is that, even if before he was in doubt about which option was more insulting, Jungkook has decided that Namjoon not knowing he’s the person he hurt can work to his favor.
With his coffee mug in hand, Jungkook tries to decide which revenge k-drama protagonist he would be. Although he loves Song Hyekyo in The Glory , maybe that’s a little extreme. Jungkook guesses maybe he would be a little closer to Lee Boyoung in Mine .
Jungkook pours a single spoon of sugar into his coffee and stirs, taking a large gulp. He sighs, pleased. This is going to be fun, he thinks. Making someone hate his guts enough to feel angry just at the mere sight of him.
And Jungkook will gladly make Namjoon hate him as much as he hates Namjoon.
But it’s not easy to harbor so much hate towards someone you have to work with and is nice to you all the fucking time, Jungkook has to be honest. And it’s even harder to make that someone hate you back when they seem to like you for no reason at all.
Jungkook has attributed it to the fact he’s a very likable person even when he tries not to be. When Jungkook “accidentally” pours sugar into Namjoon’s coffee, the other man laughs, reminding Jungkook he likes it black, but drinks it anyway. A fucking loser, honestly. And when Jungkook clicks his pen non-stop for the entire work day, Namjoon comes over at his desk and, very gently, asks if he could stop because Namjoon is very easily distracted and there’s tons of things he has to get it done before he clocks out.
It’s annoying as fuck.
Jungkook considers, several times, to just burst out the truth to him as he sits in his cubicle for everyone to see and hear, but that would probably get him in trouble. No talking about personal business in the workplace and all that bullshit.
Namjoon is slotted with him into a project. Their boss must really hate Jungkook because why would he pair him with the new guy? Even without the additional He Is The Guy My Boyfriend Cheated On Me With, it’s not fun to have to explain shit to others. Jungkook is not that guy. Hoseok is that guy. But Hoseok has moved up (he’s management now, so Jungkook can’t address him as hyung at work anymore, which is really annoying), so the task of helping Namjoon through their creative process falls upon Jungkook.
“We pitch in ideas and the guys up in the sky choose the best ones,” Jungkook is explaining, making sure to keep his eyes on the news stories in front of them rather than on the subject of his darkest murder-like thoughts. Not that he would. Thoughts are just thoughts. Just in case the FBI is inside his mind. “Every week, we have a deadline. They let us choose the projects we wanna work on, too, so it’s a bloodbath, really. Everyone here hates one another.”
Namjoon chuckles. “I don’t wanna hate anyone. I don’t hate anyone, actually. Not even my douchebag ex.”
Jungkook presses his lips in a thin line, closing his fist behind the table. Of course, of course he doesn’t hate Jihyun, why would he? He’s not the one who was cheated on . Or maybe he was. Jungkook researched a lot about cheaters in his most desperate vanilla ice cream hours and apparently once a cheater, always a cheater. At least that’s what people on Reddit and TikTok said.
“Well, even if you don’t hate anyone, get ready for some competition,” Jungkook says after he’s calmed down enough not to tell Namjoon to go fuck himself to see if that would get the man to start hating someone. “The best stories here are always fought with tooth and nail.”
“Do you usually win?”
Jungkook shrugs. “I’m a great writer.”
“I’m sure you are.”
Jungkook does his best not to narrow his eyes. Is Namjoon just being friendly or is he flirting? The reminder that workplace romance is not allowed is on the tip of Jungkook’s tongue, but then again, assuming Namjoon is flirting with him would be a loss on Jungkook’s end if the man is indeed just being friendly. And also, ew . Namjoon might be nice to look at, but Jungkook would rather burn in hell for all of eternity than to kiss him.
Okay. Maybe that is a hyperbole. Jungkook would kiss a lot of questionable people if it meant he wouldn’t burn in hell. And he would also kiss a lot of very questionable people if it meant in return he would win one billion won. Even half a billion would do.
But, since Kim Namjoon definitely does not possess half a billion won since he works in this newspaper, Jeon Jungkook won’t be kissing him. Ever. It would be the same thing as kissing Jihyun again and just the thought of that makes Jungkook wanna gag.
“So, we’re working together on this news about female tennis players,” Namjoon says with a heavy sigh, bringing Jungkook back to his unfortunate reality. “We’re going to interview them, right?”
“One of us can do that.” The less time Jungkook spends on Namjoon’s presence, the better. “Why don’t you go? It’ll be your first field adventure.”
Namjoon lifts an eyebrow at him. “Already using your seniority at the company against me, Jeon Jungkook-ssi? Alright. I’ll interview the girls.”
“Good, good.”
When Namjoon leaves, Jungkook rolls his eyes. Why is he so nice? It infuriates Jungkook so badly. He needs to find better ways to get under Namjoon’s skin or else everyone in this office will start liking him.
Jungkook doesn’t need to be Regina George. He needs to be Cady Heron.
Ultimately, after an entire week of working closely together with Namjoon, failing miserably on being a Mean Girl (he tried the coffee thing three times and Namjoon laughed it off all three, who does that ?), Jungkook decides to vent to Taehyung. They are only half an hour away from clocking out on a Friday night, and all Jungkook wants is to get wasted and forget all about Jihyun and Namjoon until he inevitably has to see Namjoon again on Monday because they’re still not done with the tennis players article, to Jungkook’s absolute rage.
“It’s so infuriating,” Jungkook grunts, a can of coke in his hand. “Why does he have to be so fucking nice?! As if he hadn't done a terrible thing to someone else barely over a year ago…”
“You know, Kook, cheaters are not monsters, sometimes. People make mistakes,” Taehyung tries, but after Jungkook offers his a glare he sighs. “Are you sure Namjoon even knew Jihyun had a boyfriend? I mean, that guy’s a piece of shit. He could be playing you both at the same time.”
“ I’m sure ,” Jungkook counters, pointedly. “I saw their conversations, and Jihyun said a billion times that they would be able to get together soon, that he loved Namjoon, that he never felt that way about anyone else. Those things are ingrained in my brain, Taehyung. Can’t forget it.”
Taehyung pouts, extending a hand to caress the back of Jungkook’s. “I’m so sorry this happened to you, Kook. But it won’t help your healing process to seek out revenge, or whatever it is you want out of Namjoon. If he makes you feel bad, just be honest about who you are and ask him to keep a distance.”
“Are you asking me to be mature about this?”
“Is that such a bad thing?”
Jungkook frowns, not knowing what to say. Objectively, yes, being mature is the way to go. Emotionally, though, all he wants is to spread to this entire office that Namjoon fucked his boyfriend while they were still together. But that would make him just as bad as them, wouldn’t it?
“Fine,” he ultimately replies, to Taehyung’s clear happiness. “I’ll talk to that asshole in the morning and ask for him to keep his distance from me because I have no intention of being friendly with a man who helped my boyfriend to cheat on me while we were still together.”
“Good call. I’m proud of you.” Taehyung taps his hand. “Jihyun is a piece of cheating shit. I think he’ll cheat on every boyfriend he will ever have, including Namjoon. Probably why they broke up.”
“You get what you deserve,” he says with a shrug. “Cheaters will cheat.”
Jungkook makes a face and takes a sip of his drink. He can’t wait to get out of there and drink away his bitterness and hatred towards his coworker. Maybe if he drinks enough he won’t hate Namjoon so much next Monday and will be able to be civil when telling the man to never speak to him again.
“Where are we going drinking tonight?” Jungkook asks.
On Monday, Jungkook’s a little bit late for work. It’s not something new, but it also isn’t something frequent. He grabs the first clean t-shirt he finds and shoves himself inside his jeans, barely controlling his hair in the elevator ride to the parking lot. He drives with a patience he doesn’t have, but gladly manages to get to the office only 15 minutes after he’s supposed to.
He’s ready to apologize to his boss when he rides up to his floor, but the way simply everyone is staring at him with very judgemental eyes makes him stop on his tracks. Taehyung comes rushing towards him. “I’ve been calling you nonstop for an hour,” his friend hisses.
“I was sleeping, then I was rushing to come here…” Jungkook looks from Taehyung to the rest of his coworkers, who are now at least trying to pretend not to be staring at him. “What’s going on?”
Taehyung sighs heavily, pulling him to a corner. His friends are so desperate that Jungkook feels anxious immediately.
“Someone overheard our conversation at the cafeteria on Friday,” Taehyung tells him, making Jungkook’s stomach drown in coldness. “Sadly, only the part where we were discussing Jihyun being a cheater, cheating on Namjoon and you saying he deserved it because Namjoon did the same to you.”
Jungkook’s mouth opens involuntarily. He tries to form a sentence, but he can’t. Taehyung doesn’t need to say anything else, Jungkook knows how office gossip works. Everyone already knows and had the entire week to reach their conclusions, make their theories and create their own version of the facts. Including…
“Jeon Jungkook-ssi,” Kim Namjoon’s voice reverberates across the office space, startling Jungkook. He turns around, a frown between his brows. “We need to talk.”
“Do we?” Jungkook replies, already exhausted of looking at his face, no matter how pretty his fucking face is. “My ex cheated on me with you, I said you deserved it if he did the same to you. Done. Hate me how much you want because I hate you, too.”
Namjoon shakes his head in complete disbelief. “ Your ex cheated on you with me? You must be out of your fucking mind. Jihyun cheated on me with you .”
“Come again?”
“We had been together for a year when I found out he had another guy. It pissed me off so much,” Namjoon says. “He told me it had been over for a few months and begged me for forgiveness. I gave it to him. So we stayed together a little longer and he did it again. I dumped his ass. And now the entire fucking office knows about it because you just had to say something, didn’t you?”
Jungkook feels anger boiling up. “I was with him first, you absolute moron. I would never be with anyone who had someone else, and I would never forgive a guy after he cheated on me, you’re an idiot.”
“You’re a real fucking asshole, you do know that, right?” Namjoon mutters, stepping closer to him so the others don’t hear. “I just got here and now everyone is talking about my personal life. I don’t fucking care about Jihyun, about who he was with first. I know I didn’t willingly help him cheat on anyone. That’s the truth. But you decided to create your own and now everyone here thinks I’m a cheater.”
“ You are ,” Jungkook fires back, also taking a step closer. Taehyung holds his arm. “Stop pretending you didn’t know I was his boyfriend, I saw your texts with him. Jihyun told you all the time soon you’d be able to be together and nothing would get in your way.”
Namjoon’s expression becomes even more outraged. “I was in the fucking military, Jeon Jungkook-ssi, that’s why he always said that, and that’s how he managed to get a new boyfriend behind my back. You were the other man, not me.”
Jungkook feels like throwing up. He stares at Namjoon, completely speechless as Namjoon stares back at him with so much hatred in his eyes Jungkook trembles.
“You ruined my reputation for conclusions you took out of your fucking ass,” Namjoon whispers, voice cold, very different than the warmth he had been offering Jungkook during the entire prior week. “I don’t know what your intentions were, but fix it, or you have made an enemy out of me.”
“Don’t fucking threaten me,” Jungkook snaps right back. “I don’t believe a single word out of your mouth. How come you were dating him before me and there’s not a single picture of you two together from before?”
“Oh, we’re measuring relationships through social media now,” Namjoon chuckles. “You’re a child, a literal fucking child.”
“Stop talking to me like that,” Jungkook sneers. “I was cheated on, with you .”
“And I was cheated on with you. And God knows how many others.”
Jungkook shakes his head. “I really don’t care about you.”
“Neither do I care about you.” Namjoon crosses his arms. “Take back what you said about me.”
“Fine.”
Jungkook passes by him and stands in one of the chairs, knowing very well that will get him scolded by the manager later.
“Everyone, I’d like for you to know I was mistaken. Kim Namjoon-ssi was also cheated on by our mutual ex-boyfriend and didn’t know the piece of shit was dating me as well. Okay? Now go back to your lives.”
He doesn’t pay attention to his colleagues' reactions as he comes back down and walks to the place he had previously been standing, next to Taehyung and in front of Namjoon, who doesn’t seem even a little bit less angry than a minute ago.
“What, was that not what you wanted?”
“Another stunt?” Namjoon shakes his head, astonished. “Is this a game to you, Jeon Jungkook-ssi?”
“No.” Well… “Partially, I guess. But not the fun kinda game.”
Namjoon steps even closer to him. “Very well, then. If you want to be childish, let’s do it together.”
“Kim Namjoon-ssi, whatever, okay? I believe you, we were both cheated on,” Jungkook sighs, exhausted of this conversation already. “We can move on now.”
“You put sugar on my coffee on purpose, didn’t you? Three times isn’t a coincidence.”
Jungkook stares at him, but doesn’t reply, which might as well be a confirmation that he did, in fact, put sugar in his coffee. Namjoon scoffs, shaking his head.
“I played it off, thought maybe you were mistaking me for someone else, or that the fucking annoying clicking of your pen was anxiety, but you were just trying to annoy me,” Namjoon continues. “Because you assumed I knew you were with Jihyun when I was with him.”
“Wouldn’t you?” Jungkook fires back. “Didn’t you?”
“I didn’t care what the other guy new or didn’t know, Jungkook, I was more concerned about the fact my boyfriend cheated on me when I was in the fucking military.”
“So concerned you got back together with him.”
Jungkook knows that’s a low blow, but he’s very angry right now. Namjoon gulps down hard, clearly just as pissed.
“You are a fucking child.”
“I’m not a child.”
“You certainly act like one.”
“You haven’t seen half of it.”
“Show me, then.”
Taehyung clears his throat, now standing right next to them. “Guys, uh, don’t you think this is like, over? You both were cheated on by the same person, shouldn’t that bring you two closer together?”
“No,” Namjoon and Jungkook reply at the same time, staring so deeply into each other’s eyes there surely would be deadly sparks coming off them if they were not human. Maybe it’s for the best that they are, then.
“Not when he aired my personal life for everyone to hear,” Namjoon grits through his teeth, jaw set tight. “And accused me of being a cheater.”
“Not when he has no critical thinking and can’t reach the simple conclusion I was talking to my friend and some idiot happened to hear it.”
“Doesn’t change the results, does it?”
“And I’m the childish one.”
Namjoon narrows his eyes. “Watch your coffee.”
He walks away, leaving Jungkook stunned and more pissed off than he was when he thought Namjoon had helped his ex-boyfriend cheat on him.
“Who the fuck does he think he is?” Jungkook sighs, staring at Namjoon as he sits back in his cubicle. “ Watch my coffee ? He better watch his hearing. I’m gonna click so many pens he will slam his head against the computer screen.”
Taehyung seems to be in pain.
“Wouldn’t it be preferable if you both let this go?”
“Yes,” Jungkook replies easily, eyes narrowed towards Namjoon, who gives him the courtesy of narrowing his eyes back. “But we won’t.”
“Jungkook-ah, this is really childish.”
“I know.” Jungkook crosses his arms. “Game fucking on.”