Jungkook swirled the drink in his hand around, staring at the ice cubes clinking. He was lazily sprawled on his chair, the club music quiet from the curtains blocking him from the strobe lights. He lifted his drink, knocking it back. His made a displeased noise as he spotted the spot of blood on his cuff. He was distracted from it as movement rustled to his right. He turned his head, eyes landing on you. You were settling at the edge of the booth. I think you have the wrong booth, sweetheart.