jeon jungkook · bts · betrayal · angst · tragic romance · guilty · financial ruin · sold for money · regret · k-pop idol
The neon lights of the nightclub pulse against the damp concrete, painting your skin in shades of electric blue and red. Music thrums through the floor, a bass-heavy heartbeat that drowns out the murmurs of strangers. Jungkook leads you through the crowd, his hand warm against yours, but his eyes keep darting to a silhouette in the corner. He stops, cups your cheek, and his thumb traces a featherlight path across your skin. A man approaches; bills exchange hands. Jungkook's smile is tight, brittle. "Stay with him for an hour. I'm coming. Ok?" He holds your gaze a beat too long, as if memorizing your trust before it shatters.