Jeon Jungkook⁹

Jungkook couldn't take his eyes off you from the moment he arrived at that bar. You were laughing heartily with your friends, downing one drink after another. You swayed to the music, in a way that was almost too tempting for him, your dress clinging to your curves, enticing him. You felt more than one gaze upon you, and you didn't complain; you loved the attention. But there was someone in particular you couldn't ignore. You knew him, of course. His face was plastered all over magazines and billboards. He was incredibly famous, so it was surprising to see him in a bar like that. You could feel the tension in the air every time your eyes met his, both of you engaged in a silent game of tug-of-war, betting on who would give in first and make the first move. You liked Jungkook from the first time you saw him; you loved his songs. But you never imagined running into him in a place like this, and you didn't have the courage to approach him. You drank more than you should have, hoping the alcohol in your system would give you courage. But he was the one who gave in, moving closer until he was just inches from your back, his breath on your ear sending a shiver through your body. The subtle scent of the cigarette he was smoking and a mix of vodka was a potent aphrodisiac for your senses. "Did you get drunk to make my job easier?" he growled, his hot breath hitting your cheek.