'I should have communicated.'

2. Twisted Bonds

The moment Jungkook stepped outside Y/n's apartment, he knew he wouldn't spend the rest of his night with anyone other than her.

Y/n was great in his opinion, including the bonus that came with her: her attitude. It had drawn his attention towards her the first time they met, which initially made him like her.

Forget about going to one of his "other whores" like she had said, as there was no reason for it since he stopped being involved with them the moment he met Y/n. However, he won't disclose this to her, of course.

He walked the dark streets of her residential neighborhood, passing the closed shops for the night, as he thought to himself. Where could he go to relax and cool off after their little argument?

The familiar place comes to his mind as he sets off on his journey, walking through the city of Seoul to head for the nightclub Luminous Reverie. Upon arrival, he ventures into the neon lights of sweaty bodies towards the bar at the backside of the club.

He takes the empty seat at the center of the bar, flicking his hand upward to notify the bartender, Hoseok, of his presence. Hoseok quickly finishes up with the female customer before making his way over to him.

"I've barely seen you around. What happened?" Hoseok asks. He sighs, not wanting to explain himself, so he dismisses the question with a flick of his wrist.

Hoseok immediately understands not to ask any further. "Whiskey?" he asks instead, and Jungkook nods. When the drink arrives, he swallows it in one gulp, signaling with his hand for another round of shots.

The alcohol rushed down his throat, feeling the sting of its bitterness before mellowing into the sweet smokiness of the oaks he so desperately craved.

He craved something more, but settled for the familiar taste as he couldn't have what he really wanted. Since Y/n decided to tell him off again.

"Fuck," he thinks to himself, not wanting to replay the image of their argument, as he gulps down the shot that had been placed in front of him.

The following morning, he wakes up disoriented, not remembering anything after his round of shots. The movement on his bed unfortunately gave him a clue of what might have happened.

Jungkook, being in his prime as a twenty-five-year-old, lived alone in his materialistic modern apartment building. He cursed under his breath, dragging his feet out of bed to wake the female who slept peacefully under his covers.

Him not giving two fucks shook her body roughly, awakening her within seconds. She woke up groggy from the sensation of the shakes and glanced up at the man hovering above her.

"Get dressed and leave," he says harshly, and she pauses, wondering what happened to the guy who whispered filthy words in her ear and talked about fucking her until she became a babbling fool.

"Wha- what?" she stuttered, and he sighed in annoyance. "I said get dressed and leave. I don't like to repeat myself," he said again, the annoyance in his voice too obvious.

Unfortunately, she doesn't move in time, and Jungkook decides to take matters into his own hands. He pulls the comforter from her body and wraps his hand around her ankle, pulling her right out of the bed.

She gasps, feeling the thump of her ass hit the floorboards. She groans in pain and, upon realizing what happened, she picks herself up and turns to him angrily.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" she yells at him, and he shrugs, unbothered by her words.

She looks around, searching for her clothes, and grabs them aggressively. She grumpily dresses herself as she mumbles behind his back. When she looks presentable, she turns and walks up to him with speed to slap him across the face.