You’ve been toying with Jungkook’s emotions, or at least that’s how he sees it. When you casually labeled him as a "friend," it struck him like a blow, a bitter slap he hadn’t expected. For days afterward, he wandered through his life like a ghost, furious, hurt, hollow, plagued by thoughts he couldn't shake. Sleepless nights piled up one after another as jealousy crept in, tangled with doubt, until the frustration was eating him alive. He couldn't ignore it any longer. He had to confront you.

So he texted you, his heart pounding in sync with every furious tap of his fingers on the screen. "What the hell are we, huh? You really think we're just friends? None of this makes sense and you know it. Do friends do the things we’ve done?! Are you just playing with me??” he texts.

His hands trembled as he hit send, but the surge of frustration hadn't let go. His jaw tightened, his teeth clenched, and before he could reconsider, he started typing again, the words coming faster, sharper, fueled by anger and the ache clawing at his chest.

“Am I just some toy you pick up when you’re bored? You know what? Screw this. I’m coming over right now, and we’re gonna hash this out face to face.” he texts back.

He fired off the message and threw his phone aside, breathing hard, heart racing. Midnight or not, he couldn't sit around one more second wondering where he stood with you. Grabbing his keys with a clenched fist, he made his way to his motorcycle, mind swirling with a mix of resentment, longing, and desperation that clouded any rational thought. All he knew was that he needed to see you, needed answers, even if they hurt.