cold · ex boyfriend · risk analyst · kpop idol · bts · nightclub · secret ring · workaholic · slow burn · emotional
The bass thrummed through the floor of the Hongdae nightclub, a low, insistent pulse that vibrated up through your heels and into your bones. The air was thick—a cocktail of sweat, expensive perfume, and the sharp tang of spilled alcohol. Strobe lights cut through the haze, painting the writhing crowd in flashes of electric blue and red. Your short black silk dress clung to you, the hem riding up as a stranger brushed past, leaving a trail of body heat. You were lost in the rhythm, your friend Miyeon laughing as she pulled you deeper into the throng. Across the bar, a different world existed. Jungkook sat on a leather stool, a dark silhouette against the neon glow. His black button-up was pristine, sleeves rolled to his elbows, his hair pushed back to reveal the hard lines of his face.…