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𝗸𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗮 | ୨ৎ

━━━ 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝗸𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝘁, those who overlook their actions and throw everyone they know and love into the dirt. those who don't care what or who they have to sacrifice to get what they want. they say karma controls your fate, that no matter when or where, karma will come to kick your ass. as many people also say, karma's a bitch. but is she really when shes just doing her job?

jeon jungkook was a great example of a victim of karma. god was he such a player. he could have any girl he ever wanted and used that to his advantage. he would get girls to fall in love with him and right when they were wrapped around his finger, he would let them go, without a trace of their relationship's existence.

you were sent on this earth to teach people like him a lesson. no you weren't an alien of some kind, you were normal, to some extent. they called you karma, because well- that was your name. but in a world like this, that wouldn't be enough. so you named yourself, y/n.

you loved your job really, teaching assholes a lesson and making the world a better place. but this job was not like any other job you were used to. you would usually just wreck assholes' cars who decided to drunk drive, or make snobs poor later in life. but having to manipulate a guy into loving you so you could crush him to pieces? and do all of that in a few weeks? now that's definitely a story to tell.

you sat at the edge of the bar with your eye on your target. you had to admit, he was pretty handsome. with his jet black hair that fell almost to his shoulders, the bits of jewelry sprinkled over his face and those tattoos, god those tattoos.

he entered the club, hands in pockets and smirk on his face as if he was looking for his next victim. you had heard a lot about him and you knew all of his likes and dislikes, that only made your job way easier.

you spun around in your chair so he wouldn't catch your stare and sipped your alcoholic drink. you thought to yourself for a bit, about how this whole thing would play out. would he come to you? or would you be forced to come to him?

"let me get a shot of whiskey." the man snapped you out of your thoughts, making you jump. "and a margarita for the beautiful lady." you could feel his eyes on you, making you want to smack the smirk off his face.

"i already have a drink." you turned to him, pointing at your martini.

"its on me." he smirked even wider, sitting at the seat next to you. you shrugged and continued to sip on your drink. the man spun his chair around a bit, so he was facing you. "so, pretty girl, what's your name?" he asked, petting your hair a bit.

"y/n, you?" you shifted a bit so his hands weren't violating you any longer. "jungkook, jeon jungkook."

'i've heard a lot about you' you thought to yourself, giving him a fake smile. "so why did you buy me a drink?" you raised your brow. he shrugged and rested his elbow on the bar, studying your features, "because i think you're really beautiful."

you scoffed and put your drink down, "there are many other beautiful women here and i don't see you buying them a drink...."

he smiled a bit, still not dropping the act. "well you stood out to me."

"how so?"

jungkook clenched his fist, completely unsure on how to answer that. you could sense that he was debating on whether or not he should just give up and go seek out another victim. was he really gonna give up that easily? men and their pride...

no matter how much you fought it, you knew that you couldnt let that happen, you had a job to do after all. so you let out a little giggle and began running your hand down his black shirt, your f/c nails piercing through the fabric a bit.