LUCKY SEVEN ✱ jungkook

02 - SMART MOUTH.

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TURNS OUT THERE IS harm in staring down your missed opportunities. You could find yourself stealing from one of the most infamous names. Well, there goes keeping a low profile.

I take a quick glance over my shoulder, my target— Wait, no. Jungkook.

Jungkook stands, and his silhouette alone radiates the most prominent aura. How did I miss all the warning signs of him being a Jeon? The mystery in his stare is enough to indicate him as a potential made man.

I reach for the thick bundle of notes, leaving two hundred dollar bills on the table to serve as payment and a rather generous tip. I take the remaining bills and debate leaving them in the pit of my bag, before realising I am not the only person who can commit to theft.

For safety measures, I take the notes and fold them securely into the flimsy lace of my bra.

Just as I manage to reach for the bag, a voice reverberates through the air. The dulcet tone instantly preventing my aching desire to run.

"Leaving without a goodbye?" Shit.

"Yeah," Remain calm, remain calm, remain calm. "Early shift and all, you know..."

His blank stare is almost suffocating.

"Shall we continue your game." The words sound that of a question, but translate as a demand. No is definitely not the answer he is searching for.

"Now who's the leech? I thought you weren't invested in giving up that necklace."

His gaze drops, as if analysing. Then a subtle smirk twitches at his cherry-tinted lips. Fuck.

He's staring right at the crumpled bill that manages to peek through, prominently resting on the round swell of my breast that surfaces at the low neckline of my dress.

"I'm invested." His lip ring glimmers in the dim lighting, adding to his enigmatic aura. Something about the way he says the words is... Sensual.

Perhaps the overpriced sips of alcohol are clouding my mind, but in that moment I am convinced this man has women leaving his bedsheets feeling more than satisfied. I know ladies crave this man in ways too indecent for words, and he indulges in them with fiery hunger. My pulse quickens.

"I really should be going..."

When I receive no response, I take that as an open invitation to walk away. My steps are timid as I make my way to the exit, as if expecting Jeon to put a bullet through the back of my head for having the nerve to leave with his cufflink and money.

Everyone in Seoul knows what the Jeon's are capable of, they dominate the Capital and take ownership of most property within the region. It would not take me by surprise if this bar itself has Jungkook's signature stamp claiming possession.

"I'm afraid I wasn't asking," Panic trickles down the nape of my neck and settles at my spine. "I was telling."

Pivoting to face him once again, I swallow the defeat with a forced smile. One believable enough. I can be quite the actress, faking a coquettish laugh around older men who have heavy pockets full of cash.