Then-
Miya turned to leave.
But—
A hand caught her wrist.
She froze.
So did everyone else.
Tahee stood up slowly.
Still holding her.
"…Wait."
Before Miya could react—
Tahee pulled her slightly—
And spun her back.
Closing the distance between them.
Too close.
Miya's breath hitched.
"…What are you—"
She didn't finish.
Because Tahee was closer now.
Much closer.
Their eyes locked.
"…Even prettier up close."
Miya's ears turned red instantly.
"T-this isn't funny—"
Before she could move—
Another hand stepped in.
Jungkook.
He pulled Tahee back.
Separating them instantly.
The air turned cold.
"…Enough."
His voice—low.
Controlled.
Tahee blinked.
"…Why is he interrupting again?"
She tilted her head slightly.
Looking at Miya again.
She said-
"…Strange."
A pause.
"…Till now, I didn't feel comfortable…"
Silence.
Miya froze.
"…Maybe because I hadn't seen you properly."
A collective gasp echoed.
Jungkook's jaw tightened.
Tahee continued casually—
"…Now it makes sense."
A faint smile appeared.
"…You're the reason."
The entire hall stopped breathing.
Miya stared at her.
Speechless.
Tahee leaned slightly closer again—
Ignoring Jungkook's presence completely.
"…If I had to choose…"
A pause.
"…I'd definitely choose you."
Someone dropped a tray.
Jungkook stepped forward—
Again.
But before he could say anything—
Tahee spoke again.
Softly.
"…If I were a boy…"
Silence.
"…I might have kissed you already."
Time stopped.
Miya's eyes widened.
Everyone—
Frozen.
And then—
Miya moved.
Suddenly.
She stepped forward—
Closed the distance—
And kissed her.
A soft. Quick.
But real kiss.
Silence.
Absolute silence.
Tahee froze.
Completely.
Miya pulled back just as fast—
Face red—
Eyes shaken.
Then—
She turned and ran.
The sound of her heels echoing loudly.
No one moved.
No one spoke.
The entire dining hall—
Frozen.
Tahee blinked.
"…What just happened?"
Across from her—
Jungkook stood still.
Completely still.
His expression unreadable.
But his eyes—
Dark.
Dangerously dark.
A slow breath left him.
"…Unbelievable."
But this time—
It didn't sound amused.
It sounded…
Different.
Something tighter.
Sharper.
Tahee looked at him.
"…Why does he look like that?"
No answer came.
But one thing was clear—
This time—
Jungkook wasn't just annoyed.
He was jealous.