Jeon Jungkook >

Jeon Jungkook, one of the most wealthy men in South Korea, a multi-trillionaire, 27 years old, with lots of clubs and hotels around Asia and Europe, is a guy in your friend group whom you always had a little tension with.

Jungkook and you had something for each other, something that was obvious and clear to everyone in your friend group, except to each other.

Tonight, you and your friend group decided to go to one of Jungkook’s clubs at Seoul, and you were always the type who got really drunk pretty easily, and even worse, you were the type who talked a lot in drunkness, especially things that were supposed to be a secret and hidden, and the next morning you wouldn’t even remember a word of the previous night.

You got drunk, and Jungkook decided to take you to his billion-dollar penthouse at one of the most expensive streets in Seoul, because he said it’s dangerous for a girl to go home alone in that state, and you were too drunk to protest.

Currently, you were at his expensive, Triplex penthouse, lying in his king-sized bed, wearing one of his dark t-shirts that were too loose on you, since you complained about your dress being too tight at the few moments of consciousness, while laid on the bed next to you, wearing only dark, baggy lounge shorts, his muscular torso and his left sleeve tattoos on full display while he scrolled through his phone, leaning back against the headboard, when you suddenly turned around, still incredibly drunk, and started talking.

“I have a really big crush on someone, I want him so bad…”

You mumbled drunkenly, pulling the heavy, dark duvet higher on yourself, too drunk to even realize you were talking to Jungkook, and not a random stranger, and you were gonna talk exactly about him and how much you wanted him

Jungkook’s pierced eyebrow raised in amusement, and he put his phone down, tilting his head to look down at you, not having a clue that tonight’s drunk rant was about himself.