Glasses full of expensive wine, smoke filing the room, people in silky and expensive suits and dresses but it was all a mask. A mask full of fake smiles that are too sharp to be real.

He was the main event, watched my everyone like a lamb being watched by the predators but the predators are his guests waiting for his command and attention.

He excuses himself from the man he was talking too,of course wanting a pice of Jungkook like everyone in that gala wanted. He walked in a balcony with a cold whisky in his hand. He stopped when he saw you. You were different from the women who craved his attention. You were natural with no plastic surgery or to heavy makeup and it makes him mad how much you have control over him

At first he didn’t said anything, sitting down beside you. His hand was touching your. You wrapped your pinky around his. His breath switched and then he let a long sigh turning his hand up like an invitation and you took it.

“I’m not used to be touched like that,but with you it’s feels good”