The Seventh Floor - JJK [✓]

FORTY - TWO

Time skips —

Jungkook greeted Charles with a handshake, guiding him to the seventh floor where an exquisite apartment awaited their arrival, to fulfil his first request.

Upon swinging open the door to one of the rooms, Charles collapsed to his knees, eyes brimming with tears that escalated into unrestrained sobs. Leaving him immersed in his anguish, Jungkook descended to the sixth floor to find Yn.

"Sky, why did I destroy every document, your identity?" he inquired.

"Maybe you didn't want me to escape because you were obsessed with me," she replied, arching a brow and flashing a sly smile, drawing a chuckle from Jungkook.

"That's also true. But you had two identities, like Eva, and I needed to destroy the fake one to give you the real one," he explained.

As he said this, Yn responded with, "Aayein?"

"Vicente knew Greta is not their blood, and she was not into this dark world and training, so he planned everything strategically," Jungkook began, recounting everything he knew from the beginning.

On The Seventh Floor, "Please forgive me, Suzy.." Charles murmured as the tears streamed down his face, leaving his hands thoroughly soaked.

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FLASHBACK

The 19-year-old found himself captivated by the intoxicating allure of the exotic dancer. Her every movement held a hypnotic charm, weaving a spell that caught the gaze of every man present. Around the pole, she twirled with grace, removing her layers of clothing in a sensual move, leaving only short pieces of fabrics clinging to her body.

Most men watched with lust as she responded with sultry expressions. The guy caused a stir by breaking his glass and throwing it on the floor, but the dancer stayed focused. After her performance, she put on her long coat and headed to her makeup room.

Curious, the boy followed and saw a middle-aged man approaching the dancer, possibly in some argument. Hidden in the shadows, he observed the unfolding drama in this alluring club world.

The middle aged man grabbed the girl's hand. To which the girl responded, "I love shaking my ass in front of rich people. Now stop chasing me.. you jerk.." she retorted.

"Slut.." the man yanked his hand away from her.

"Yeah I am..Fuck off.. you bastard.. you'll find only sluts in these clubs, what more?" With a forceful push, the girl distanced herself from the man.

Meanwhile, a boy, who had been an unwitting listener to this heated exchange, felt a surge of disgust at the girl's provocative behavior and choice of words. Distancing himself from the scene, he decided to leave the place.

Despite occasionally checking out the club, drawn by the fiery energy of her performances, he can't resist approaching her. Slowly and respectfully, he initiates a conversation, treating her like more than just a stripper – like a lady in the midst of the pulsating club atmosphere.

She appreciated the care he showed, always inquiring about her well-being, how her day unfolded, and if she had eaten. Her journey wasn't extraordinary, she was a talented dancer who ended up here based on someone's recommendation. They began spending time together secretly.

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The 20-year-old young man gingerly embraced the 19-year-old girl. "We should wait baby.. we are pretty young.." she whispered, holding onto his arms while gently tracing the contours of a scar on his face.