In the club
The club pulsed with electric energy. Neon lights flickered and danced over bodies, their rhythmic movements aligning with the thundering bass. The air smelled of sweat, perfume, and alcohol-a concoction that fueled the primal hedonism of the night.
Jungkook leaned back in his leather chair, a drink in one hand and a cigar in the other. His sharp jawline caught the flicker of the strobe lights as he smirked lazily at the scene before him. Women surrounded him draped over the armrests, perched on his lap, running their hands across his chest.
Yet, his mind wasn't here.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" Taehyung yelled, his voice echoing through the club. "Tonight, I present to you... me! The real entertainment!"
The crowd cheered wildly as Taehyung tore off his jacket and launched into a dirty, drunken dance with the strippers. The women onstage giggled, amused, as they began grinding against him, while he swayed in chaotic rhythm, far too drunk to care about anything but the moment. He tore his shirt showcasing his six packs well built body and held the poll sexily
Jungkook rolled his eyes, letting out a dry laugh. "What an idiot," he muttered under his breath.
"Not as big an idiot as you," one of the girls whispered in his ear, her red lips brushing against his neck. "You've got all this"-she gestured to herself and the others-"and yet you're lost in thought."
Jungkook stiffened slightly, his smirk faltering. He downed the rest of his drink in one swift motion.
"Jimin," the girl purred, her voice teasing. "She's the one haunting you, isn't she?"
He froze, the cigar slipping from his fingers and landing in the ashtray with a soft hiss. His gaze hardened. "What did you just say?"
The girl smiled coyly, trailing her manicured nails down his arm. "It's obvious. A man doesn't brood like you unless he's thinking about someone he can't have. Or hates to want."
Jungkook clenched his jaw, annoyed by how easily she'd read him. "You don't know anything," he muttered, pushing her off his lap and rising to his feet.
He wandered to the bar, seeking refuge from the suffocating attention. The bartender slid another whiskey toward him, and he grabbed it without a word.
The amber liquid swirled in his glass, mirroring the storm in his head. No matter how much noise surrounded him-how many women threw themselves at him, how many distractions he sought-he couldn't escape her.
Her.
Jimin.
The woman who made his blood boil with her arrogance. The woman who had turned his carefully structured world upside down. He hated her, didn't he? He had to.
And yet...
The image of her haunted him. The fire in her eyes, the way her lips pressed into a determined line when she was defying him. Her vulnerability in the hospital room, clutching her father's hand as if it were her lifeline.
He hated how she consumed his thoughts, how she lingered like a phantom no matter how hard he tried to push her away.
"Lost in thought again?" Taehyung's voice broke through his reverie.
Jungkook turned to see his best friend stumbling off the stage, his shirt half-unbuttoned, his hair a sweaty mess.
"I swear, if you're thinking about Jimin right now, I'll throw this drink in your face," Taehyung teased, slumping onto the barstool next to him along with a naked girl sticking to him like second skin.
"Shut up," Jungkook snapped, downing his whiskey.
Taehyung laughed. "You know, for a guy surrounded by naked women, you sure have a lot on your mind." He leaned closer, his grin widening. "What is it about her, huh? Is it the way she stares at you like she's two seconds from punching you? Or the fact that she probably could kill you and make it look like an accident?"
Jungkook glared at him. "I said, shut up."
But Taehyung wasn't done. "Or maybe..." He lowered his voice, waggling his eyebrows. "Maybe it's the fact that deep down, you know she's the only one who could ever keep up with you. Admit it, bro you're scared of her."
Jungkook slammed his glass on the counter, the sound making the bartender flinch. "I'm not scared of her," he growled.
"Sure you aren't," Taehyung said, leaning back with a satisfied smirk. "That's why you've been brooding all night, ignoring every girl in this club, and drinking like you've got something to prove."
Jungkook turned away, his jaw tightening. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Taehyung laughed, throwing an arm around his shoulders. "Oh, I know exactly what I'm talking about. You can't stop thinking about her, no matter how much you try. And you hate it, don't you?"
Jungkook didn't respond. He couldn't. Because Taehyung was right, and it infuriated him.
As if summoned by the weight of her name, Nico arrived, slipping into the booth across from them with his usual air of calculated cool. He was still dressed sharply, his suit immaculate despite the late hour. Italian men here to steel all the girls. He ordered a drink, but his eyes were fixed on Jungkook.
"You look like hell," Nico said, raising an eyebrow. Nico took taehyungs glass drink and gulp it down as if that what he need the most.
"I don't need your commentary," Jungkook snapped, his voice sharper than intended. He hate this shit for some weird reason. He rolled his eyes when all those ladies attention turned towards this 6ft blue eyes Italian man.
"Relax," Nico said, leaning back. "I'm not here to fight. I'm here because I heard Jimin's still ready to set the world on fire."
A girl came closer and sat in Nico's lap seducing him by offering a drink and kissed him hard. Nico enjoyed the kiss without bothering about the two infront of him.
Taehyung chuckled. "When isn't she? She is The Moretti's only daughter" Taheyung exported.
"Her park gene is stronger that any Morttie gene to interfere. Ever heard of her mother?" Nico asked dreamingly sighing.
Jungkook didn't join in the chat but.... His gaze was steady on Nico. "What do you know?"
Nico sighed, signaling to the bartender for another drink. "You have no idea what you're dealing with, do you?"
"Enlighten me," Jungkook replied, his tone laced with challenge.
Nico took a sip of his drink before leaning forward, his expression serious. "You ever wonder where she gets it from? The power, the fearlessness? You think Morttei is the source of that?"
"Of course. He's her father," Jungkook said flatly.
"Her father," Nico repeated with a bitter laugh. "Morttei's a lion, no doubt. But Jimin? She's her mother's daughter through and through."
"Her mother?" Taehyung asked, sitting up straighter, curiosity piqued.
"Park Jihyo," Nico said, the name falling from his lips like a heavy stone into still water. "A name that used to shake South Korea to its core."
