TOUCHDOWN

A drift in Chaos

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.