Shades Of Lust

Chapter 1 | Dangerous Woman

Chapter Song : Dangerous woman by Rosenfled

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Jungkook

The dim lights of the club had an effect on me, it always had. Taking a deep breath, I placed my fingers on the strings of my guitar. For an unknown reason, I was nervous today. Suddenly my heart felt heavy and my fingers felt frozen. But I still strummed on the strings like I always did.

Sweet talk and pretty face I got
beat at......

The lack of emotion in my voice made me frustrated. I couldn't even sing properly today. Sighing, I placed my guitar on the table beside me, poking my inner cheek with my tongue.

It was ridiculous. I didn't want to fucked up my life more than it already was. The chances of getting fired tonight were fifty. I brought my hands to my face, rubbing them gently, trying not to mess up the make-up I had put on for tonight's show.

"Jungkook, are you okay?" Taesung asked, with a worried voice. I was not okay, I kept messing up with the beats. I'd been failing to sing my own song, which I had wanted to sing for a long time. When the manager finally allowed me to do that tonight, I was nervous.

"It's okay, take a break. We still have one hour to practice before the performance starts." he assured me, dropping his drumsticks on the side before placing his hand on my shoulder. I nodded, hiding my disappointment. "Want me to bring some water for you"? This boy had never failed to amaze me with his caring personality. I mouthed a 'Thank you' as he left to bring water. Drinking water in a bar full of alcohol, funny, wasn't it?

I took a look at the watch resting on my wrist, 40 minutes to go but my legs were still shaking in nervousness despite performing here for more than 3 years. But today, I was going to perform my own song in front of an audience. The thought of performing in front of several people excited me, like the first time. It was merely an attempt. But people applauded me by the time I finished.

It made my seventeen year old self happy and excited. The manager of the club had asked me to play on more time and that turned into everyday. I enjoyed playing guitar as much as I enjoyed singing. But singing my own songs was another thing.

I kept tapping the shiny floor with my shoes. 30 minutes to go, and I was wondering where the fuck Taesung had gone. He was supposed to bring me water and then practice one last time with me.

I watched as people were drinking, talking, dancing and grinding on each other. With the alcohol and sweat mixing in the air, it was already heated enough. In the center, someone brought a chair, a mic and there he was, the manager, with a forced smile on his face. Even though I was to mess up today's performance, he had no choice but to keep me. He knew I was popular among the girls and women.

I averted my eyes from him, fixing it on my guitar. I would be lying if I was not afraid, afraid of failure. What if I messed up? What if my voice cracks while singing. All eyes would be on me, judging my every move. I have to be perfect, no matter what.

"Jungkook, here" Taesung's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. His hand was stretched out to give me a glass of water. "Took you forever" I commented, taking the glass from him and gulping it down. The water instantly soothed my throat.

"The manager had called me," he said, sitting on the stool, running his fingers through his hair. The grey shirt hugging his perfect masculine body, his hair parted to the side, some strands falling on his forehead. If something was deadly about him was his green eyes, they were so unique and mesmerizing. He lazily waved his drumsticks in the air. I raised my eyebrows in confusion.