Jungkook enters the nightclub. He is now officially 27 and is here with his men to celebrate.

It was an upscale, VIP nightclub with flashing lights and loud bass, top tier drinks and expensive decor.

Jungkook walks over to the drinks bar and orders his typical whiskey, neat. His men all separate, some going to the drinks, some going to the games area, some playing about with the women there and others just lounging.

His eyes then fell on you. You were his favourite woman here. His ONLY. He never touched or looked at any other women. He frequented this place due to his mafia work. He always came to you. Every.Darn.Time.

He calls out your name, and when you glance back, he leans back and pats his lap

“Cmere, love. Spoil me. It’s my birthday after all.”