From the moment Magnus Bane stood up, I no longer recognised him. Everything - from the way he walked alongside and talked to Alec, to HOW he walked, to his little mannerisms, TO HIS VOICE (I s2g he sounds different don’t @ me) had changed. That is how good of an actor Harry is.
And the fear and devastation in Valentines’ eyes??? His head bending over and him slouching in total devastation and giving up in the extended promo???? Fucking iconic, Alan is fucking iconic.
I know next week is gonna be FILLED with angst and pain, but holy shit I am here for the acting.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Jungkook grumbled to himself, then pulled his key from the ignition as he shoved the truck’s door open. The dim lighting from inside the convenience store greeted him, but he only saw that guy again. He’d been watching for the past few minutes, waiting for you to clock out so he could take you home, but something was stopping you from that—him.
“Hey,” he loudly said upon walking inside. “You ready to go or what?”
“Jungkook.” He could hear the sigh of relief you gave upon seeing him. “Yeah. Sorry. I just need to go tell my manager I’m going home.”
Jungkook nodded, gesturing for you to go into the backroom with his head.
And that left him alone with some guy who would love nothing more than to get into your pants. Although that was something they had in common, there was no way in hell anyone but Jungkook would be doing that—if he could help it.
“You were here last time too, weren’t you?”
“What?” the guy asked, surprised. “I don’t know.”
To look even more suspicious, he grabbed at his cap and tried to conceal himself. Although, the pants full of holes and greasy hair didn’t help much.
Shoving his hands into the front pockets of his jeans, Jungkook stared at the floor with his eyes darting from the man’s worn sneakers to an ant on the tile. He’d let it go last time just because you were watching, but not this time.
“I think you do,” Jungkook said, raising his head. “I saw you fucking here last time. I know I did. And I thought I told you to leave her alone.”
“I think if she wanted me to leave her alone, she’d tell me.”
Jungkook took a step forward at that. “Listen here, you fucking—”
“He just told me to check the register but we can go,” you said upon walking back out of the backroom, then glanced at the two of them. “What’s going on?”
“I’m just trying to explain to this douche here that you don’t like him.”
“Jungkook,” you scolded. “It’s fine. Let’s just go. Please.”
His head snapped in your direction. “You’re okay with this?!”
“Okay with what? I don’t want any trouble. Please. Can we go?”
Jungkook guffawed, then glared at the guy when he snorted. “I don’t care. You leave her alone. You come in here every night she works here and talk to her—”
“I didn’t realize it was a crime to talk to a girl…”
“It’s not but it is if she doesn’t want to talk to you. That’s harassment. You know she would get fired if she said anything, so you take advantage of that and keep talking to her anyway, hoping that she’ll give in. But you don’t know her like I do. She doesn’t care about your microscopic dick or want to fuck you.”
The guy laughed hollowly at that. “No one is harassing anyone, dude.”
“Yeah? If you aren’t, then what the fuck are you doing exactly? You haven’t even bought anything and you’ve been here for, like, twenty minutes. Maybe you don’t know what fucking time it is but for me, it’s almost eleven o’clock at night. If you want to get her number, maybe you should do it during the daytime when there’s other people around. Actually, how about you don’t do that at all and just get your beer and your bag of cheetos and get the fuck out of here.”
“Dude. Calm the fuck down. We were just talking.”
“All right. You call me ‘dude’ one more time—”
“Who the fuck even are you? Her boyfriend or something?”
“I don’t have to be her anything to get you to leave since I have fucking hands, but if I say yes, will that make this easier? And less painful—for you, that is.”