jungkook's grip on the arm of the leather chair tightened as he stared at you, his enemy. "you have no reason to be here, if I see you here again. trust me. you won't come back out." he blows out a puff of smoke as he looks you up and down.

his dark eyes bore into yours, as he dares you to talk. his blood was boiling out of pure hatred. then he speaks after a few seconds. "do you understand me?"