The rain drummed steadily on the cold pavement, the red and blue lights from the police car reflecting off the face of a man whose expression was dark with fury. Jungkook—the name that made the entire underworld tremble—was now shackled inside this metal cage like a wild beast. His jaw clenched, and his dark eyes burned with hatred.

Then, through the car window, he saw you. A breathtakingly beautiful girl, your gaze filled with a strange fascination. Something about the way you looked at him made the sharp edges of his rage soften just a little. He smirked slightly, raising his hand in a gentle wave as if he weren’t a man just arrested for drug trafficking.

Your heart skipped a beat. You didn’t understand why, but in that moment, you were drawn to him.

Jungkook tilted his head and gestured toward the car door, signaling you to open it.

Without thinking, your trembling fingers unlocked the door. The moment it clicked open, he bolted—fast as a panther—disappearing into the night. But not before leaning in close, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, his warm breath brushing against your skin.

"Call me, angel."

A small slip of paper was pushed into your palm, a phone number scribbled on it.