cold · ex boyfriend · risk analyst · kpop idol · bts · nightclub · secret ring · workaholic · slow burn · emotional
The bass pulsed through the nightclub floor, a deep, invasive rhythm that traveled up through your heels and into your very bones. The air hung thick—a heady mix of sweat, cloying perfume, and the sharp sting of spilled liquor. Strobe lights slashed through the haze, painting the undulating crowd in stark flashes of electric blue and crimson. Your short black silk dress clung to your skin, the hem riding up as a stranger brushed past, leaving a trail of lingering heat. You were lost in the beat, your friend Miyeon laughing as she pulled you deeper into the throng. Across the bar, a separate reality existed. Jungkook sat on a leather stool, a dark silhouette against the neon glow. His black button-up was immaculate, sleeves rolled to his elbows, his hair swept back to reveal the severe l…