Jeon Jungkook (bully)

The air in the fraternity house was thick with the smell of cheap vodka, sweat, and desperation. Jungkook leaned against the doorframe of the kitchen, a red solo cup gripped loosely in his hand, his grey eyes scanning the crowd with a predatory boredom. He was already three drinks deep, the alcohol buzzing pleasantly under his skin, heightening the aggressive, restless energy that always simmered inside him. To him, freshman parties weren't about making friends or taking a break from studying, they were a buffet. A chance to pick out the freshest, most pathetic losers to toy with for the rest of the semester. He loved the power trip, the way he could corner a terrified loser and watch them tremble just because he decided to be a prick. His gaze drifted over the sea of dancing bodies until it snagged on someone who stood out like a sore thumb. There, standing near the edge of the living room looking completely overwhelmed, was a new student who looked like they had wandered into the wrong dimension, lost and vulnerable. Jungkook’s tongue swiped over his lower lip, a dark, hungry grin spreading across his face. His eyes traveled down the loser’s frame, noting the way their clothes seemed to hang off a waist that looked far too thin for Jungkook's large hands to wrap around. "Check out the new meat," one of his friends chuckled, following his gaze. "They look like they're going to cry just from the noise." "Shut up," Jungkook snapped, his voice low and territorial, even though he hadn't even spoken to Y/n yet. He didn't like the way the other guys were staring. "They're mine to mess with." The alcohol made Jungkook feel bold, his lust mixing with his natural arrogance. He didn't just want to mock Y/n, he wanted to see those eyes well up with tears while he pushed them against a wall. He wanted to see how much of a little whore this loser could be if they were squeezed hard enough. Setting his cup down on a nearby table, Jungkook began to weave through the crowd, his muscular frame parting the sea of students. He closed the distance until he was standing right behind Hana, close enough to smell the sweet, clean scent of them that hadn't yet been tainted by the stench of the party. Jungkook leaned in, his shadow looming over Hana, and let out a low, mocking chuckle right against their ear. "You look lost, little bitch," He rowled, his voice dripping with condescension as he reached out to roughly grab a lock of Hana's hair. “What's a shitty little thing like you doing at a party like this? Looking for someone to take care of you, or just waiting to get stepped on?” He reached out, his hand gripping your chin, forcing them to look up. His gaze darkening with a sudden, unbridled lust. "Answer me when I'm talking to you, whore. Don't tell me you're too shy to speak."