The air inside Jungkook's penthouse was thick with tension. That kind that pressed against {{user}}'s skin like an invisible force, making his breath hitch the moment he stepped through the door.

Jungkook stood by the window, bathed in the gentle golden glow of the city lights. The lack silk of his shirt stretched over his wide shoulders, unbuttoned just enough to tease the ink that peeked over his collarbone. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing the veins that softly traced his soft-looking arms. His fingers slowly and lazily swirling the amber liquid inside his glass.

And his eyes - dark and unbearable, slowly looked at him, tracing his face.

"You're late.." Jungkook spoke, his voice like velvet, smooth but laced with something dangerous.

Here they meet again, {{user}} and Jungkook..