𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷

Season 1 :- Fateful Encounter

Detached and aloof, a courtly handsome man in his early twenties. Call him Jeon Jungkook. Rich, thriving, triumphant—a few adjectives to describe him.

One evening night in a pub, Jungkook, in a full black suit and bowtie, sits in a VIP room surrounded by a group of acquaintances from his college days. Dominating a corner of the room, he sits with his legs crossed, back leaned against a couch, sipping on a glass of vodka. His friends, who aren't really friends, are on the other side of the room surrounded by women, getting drunk with lust and alcohol.

"Jungkook, you sure you don't want a lady for company?" Jaehyun looks over with a foxy grin.

"Don't bother him," Mingyu, another acquaintance, chimes in. He steals a glance at the domineering man before saying, "It's miraculous enough that he's here."

"By the way," Jaehyun turns to Mingyu and asks, "is Jimin still here?"

"Yeah, I told him to wait in another room. He's driving me home later."

"I got these new drugs. Can I try it on him? I've been chasing him for these past few weeks, and he still tries to avoid me. I'm also curious how strong these drugs are. They're new."

With a slight frown, Mingyu refuses, "Although his family is dependent on mine, letting you drug him is crossing a line."

"Come on!" Jaehyun hooks an arm around Mingyu's neck. "It's not like I'll hurt him badly or anything. I just want to play."

"No. Jimin hyung has always been kind to me. I can't let you do that."

"How about this? If you let me, I'll do you any favor in return. Didn't you say you like Irene? I can help with that."

Tempted, Mingyu becomes reluctant, and Jaehyun who notices the reluctance on Mingyu's face starts to urge even more. "Come on. You're not doing anything wrong here. If anyone's wrong, it's only me. I won't let anyone know you're involved."

On the side, Jungkook listens nonchalantly. And no, he's not eavesdropping. He can close his eyes, but he can't close his ears to the atrocious conversation happening next to him.

Grew up in a circle full of vindictive people who commit selfish acts and get away with it because money can erase all wrongdoings, this isn't the first time Jungkook witnesses these types of conversations. In fact, it's a norm in elite circles. Not so clean himself, he knows the wicked ways money and power work. It's just that this specific circle is all about women, sex, and drugs, which aren't his thing.

He wouldn't be in this after-party if the relationships with these people are not required for various parties' businesses to prosper.

"Okay . . ." Mingyu finally gives in to Jaehyun. "He's four doors away from here to the left."

"That's it man! You can take these ladies for the night since Jimin won't be driving you home." Jaehyun pats Mingyu's shoulder enthusiastically before he stands up and leaves the room.

For the time being, Jungkook remains seated in the same pose. He's not sure how much time has passed, but it has been long enough that leaving now and arriving home is appropriate timing. And thus, he ascends up to full height amongst all the chaos going on in the room.

"You're leaving?" asks another acquaintance in the room. In his arm, a woman constantly kisses his neck trying to keep his attention, as if a moment without his attention is torment.

"Mnn," Jungkook hums a reply, not giving a glance. He finds his way to the door and steps out. Before he can take five steps away from the door he just exited, a faint groaning voice from behind calls for his attention. He looks back and sees a young man in a white T-shirt paired with light blue jeans.