Y/n felt a sinking feeling. Was this really Jungkook speaking? Did he think so little of her, despite everything? "You know what, Jungkook," she decided she wouldn't engage further in his irrational state. "You seem conflicted right now. I don't want to argue. I saw you were upset and wanted to understand what happened. But if this is how you want to handle this bizarre conversation, maybe it's best we talk when you're feeling more rational."

“More rational about what?” Jungkook questioned, closing the distance between them. Was he trying to intimidate her now? "You've been with him for years, all the time. How is it possible that nothing ever happened between you two? Can a man and a woman really be just friends for so long?"

“Please stop," Y/n pleaded, feeling unfairly accused. "You're saying whatever comes to mind. You’re not believing a word I’m saying which makes my answers useless. I told you I don't want to argue. I'm not going to talk to you if this is how you're going to talk. Let's discuss this later when you’re in a better state of mind.”

Y/n turned towards the door, ready to leave. As she approached, she sensed Jungkook moving swiftly. The door slammed shut loudly in her face. She flinched, her hands instinctively raised in defense, her heart racing from the sudden fear of his unnecessary aggr€ss!on.

Jungkook's palm pressed firmly against the door as he looked down at her. He moved his hand to Iосk the dооr with a decisive click, traррing her inside his rооm.

Jungkook: "You can't leave this room until you satisfy me."