"You can beg for mercy, but I don't speak that language."
"Yes, it's dangerous. That's why it's fun."
She rules with an iron fist, a sniper who never misses her mark.
He's a shadow in the dark, ruthless, and unpredictable.
"You think you can handle...
The club was renowned for its vibrant, energetic atmosphere. The walls were painted a deep shade ofred, giving the space a sultry and seductive feel. Dim lights cast shadows across the room, creating a mysterious atmosphere.
The dance floor was packed with people, writhing and grinding to the music that echoed through the air. On one end of the club, a long bar stretched, where people were ordering drinks and socializing.
Jennie's P. O. V.
I walked into the club, flanked by Lisa, Rosie and unnie. The noise hit me first - the thumping music, the roar of conversation, the clink of glasses.
The place was packed, bodies pressed together on the dance floor. But our entrance was met with a sudden hush. People looked up, gazes following our every move.
I was wearing a form-fitting black dress that cut off above my knees, paired with knee-high black boots and black stockings.
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My hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, the black dress clinging to my curves. The material was silky and cool to the touch, contrasting starkly against my skin.
A few whispers could be heard, "Blackpink."
We made our way through the crowd, towards the VIP area. Heads turned to watch us, but no one approached us. We were used to the stares and the whispers by now. We were Blackpink, after all.
The VIP area was at the back, guarded by a burly bouncer. He saw us coming and quickly opened the velvet rope, letting us pass. Inside, there were plush couches, low tables, and a private bar.
As we entered the VIP area, my eyes landed on the central round-shaped velvet sofa. Seven figures were seated there. Even in the dim lighting, I could tell who they were. BTS.
I walked over, the other members following closely behind me. As I approached the sofa, I could feel their eyes on me. They weren't the only ones watching, though - everyone in the VIP area were suddenly riveted on us.
I paused for a moment as my gaze fell on him. He was dressed in a dark red velvet piece, the rich fabric hugging his fit figure. His eyes were intense as they met mine, and for a moment, I felt my hands go cold under the weight of his stare.
I forced myself to keep my expression neutral, despite the wave of emotions crashing through me.
Without breaking eye contact, I walked over to the sofa and sat down, the girls taking their places as well.
I could vaguely hear Lisa and Rosé shifting uncomfortably beside me, but I continued to hold his gaze, refusing to back down.
"You're late," I heard RM say but I didn't look at him.
"We're here now. You were eagerly awaiting our arrival, I presume?"
I heard him exhale through his nose, a sound that was almost a scoff. "Eagerly awaiting is stretching it. More like dreading."
