• Chapter Three • Jungkook POV

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What the fuck is this? It's disgusting.

"Thanks." I force out with a less than believable smile but take another sip of the punch that Taehyung made for this welcoming party.

"I make it myself." He smiles cheerfully. "No one knows my recipe!"

No one should. Ever.

"You don't say." I chuckle to myself as he hands more people cups. They all seem chill. No one's making a scene or talking too much. It's laid back, like me.

"Congratulations." A girl to my left steps forward. "You're a social media sensation. That's not easy for a newbie."

Newbie? The fuck?

"Who are you?" I raise an eyebrow. Her whole vibe tells me she thinks she's somebody but her false confidence tells me another story. Oh. She seems put off by that question.

Oops.

"I'm Hyuna."

The name sounds familiar but I still remain unphased just to piss her off

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The name sounds familiar but I still remain unphased just to piss her off.

"Okay. If you'll excuse me." I step to her left when she cuts me off, arm out across the doorway. My eyes trail up to her face.

"Look I know you're new to the scene and everything, but you're lucky that you're hot. You don't have to know me, but I'll give you a pass anyway. Downstairs, 10 minutes." She winks as she walks away from me and I smirk.

It's really that easy.

"JK!" Jimin calls out to me and I nod walking over. "Come meet some people. This is Kang Daebyeok. He's a filmographer. He shoots videos for YG and JYP."

"Pleasure."

"JYP?" I question and the man nods. "So you worked with Wild Nation?"

"I did." He shook his head. "Such a waste. They really had potential. But you guys are on the road to success. I'd love to work with you on your next video."

"It'd be an honor!" Jimin exclaimed.

"We'd love to." Namjoon added.

"How can we be sure we don't end up like them?" I point to a Wild Nation album hanging on the wall. They were at their peak when they split. A lot of rumors circulated about JYP being the end of them. I don't want that for myself. Jimins eyes cut towards me in a sharp way but I hold my ground. "We want to be the best, not just potential."

"I like your attitude." Daebyeok smiles with greed. "You're exactly what this band needs. Fire."

"Not like Y/N." Jimin scoffed. "She always held us back. Not Jungkook." He faced me.

"Y/N had talent." The man said. "But you're right. She held you back. If you want to move forward— I suggest you give me a call."

He hands the card to me with a menacing look in his eye. I don't trust this guy.

"Kook—" Namjoon breaks me from my stare.

"Hm?"

"I need you to go grab the rest of the vodka from the basement."

Ah yes, now he's speaking my language.

———

"Original or flavored?" I ask myself out loud as I stand in the doorway of the open refrigerator when I get pulled backwards. Lips are on mine before I can even blink.

"You kept me waiting long enough." Her voice coos in my ear before she's kissing my neck.

Hyuna.

"Damn, you get straight to business don't you?" I sneer and she bites my earlobe. I don't even need to know her to know I'm into it. I grip her hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck. "So do I." I say shoving her down to her knees. She doesn't hesitate, undoing my belt and unbuttoning my pants.

I close my eyes, feeling the immediate rush of warmth around me. "Ahh..." I breathe out.

What a warm welcome.

————

"Thanks." I say coldly as she wipes her mouth. She shrugs, getting up and walking up the stairs making me shake my head in disbelief.

The women in these environments are so willing to do anything if you play an instrument. Guitar will get you anything, even head by a total stranger.

I start back up the stairs when I hear a commotion.

"What is that on your shirt!?"

"Nothing!!" I hear Hyunas voice and I pause to listen.

"I know exactly what it is! Who's dick have you been sucking at my party!?"

I freeze. I know that voice too.

Oh fuck...

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