𝑬𝑵𝑺𝑵𝑨𝑹𝑬𝑫 | JUNGKOOK

4. Tiny Firecracker

Note~ Double Update! make sure to read the part before it.

Song Recommendation- Play with Fire  by Sam Tinnesz

Jungkook's POV

I sat back in the plush leather chair, the low hum of conversation and the soft clinking of glasses creating a familiar backdrop. The VIP lounge was a sanctuary, a place where my friends and I could unwind any way we wanted without the world knowing.

This was where we could shed the masks of our daily lives, relaxing in comfort while staying wired into the world through peaceful yet lively conversation. It had become our daily ritual to come here after our busy schedules parted us, sharing the joys and frustrations of our days over some drinks.

"Where is the waitress?" I muttered my  impatience evident as I  drummed my  fingers on the armrest. "I'm getting irritated. Namjoon hyung, you should fire the manager for this laziness."

Hyung sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Relax, Jungkook. I can't just fire someone because your drink is taking a few extra minutes."

Jin hyung, ever the voice of reason, leaned forward. "Calm your horses, Jungkook. The usual waitress isn't available tonight. It's not the manager's fault."

I huffed but didn't argue further. Jin hyung turned back to his conversation with Hobi hyung, Yoong hyung, sitting nearby, looked up from his phone and  gave me a pointed look.

"Patience, Jungkook. We're here to relax, remember?" he said, his tone stern.

I rolled my eyes, leaning back in my seat. The conversation shifted back to their usual mix of business and gossip.

Taehyung chuckled. "Did you hear what happened to Mark in accounting? He accidentally sent a love letter meant for his girlfriend to the entire office email list."

I laughed, shaking my head. "Seriously? Is he a fool or something? Poor guy must be mortified."

As my laughter subsided, Taehyung leaned forward, his tone becoming more serious. "Speaking of rumors, have you guys heard the one about us? Apparently, some people think we're secretly plotting to take over the board."

I rolled my eyes. "Let them think what they want. We know the truth, and that's all that matters."

Yoong hyung nodded in agreement not lifting his head from his phone, his lips curling into a sly smile. "Exactly. Let them talk. It only makes us more mysterious and interesting."

Suddenly, the door to the lounge opened, and my eyes were immediately drawn to the arrival of a young woman, probably over her 20's. There was something about her presence that commanded attention. Her long, dark hair was tied in a neat bun, and her eyes, large and expressive, scanned the room with a mix of professionalism and curiosity. She was already tall around 5'6 and the heels made her even taller. She walked with a natural grace, her hips swaying subtly, captivating my attention. The soft lighting highlighted her every curve, the contours of her waist leading to the gentle swell of her hips and thighs. She make other girls look plain but I don't mind the way her navy and white uniform clung to her, left no little to the imagination, which immediately ignited my thoughts with desire as I licked my lips suddenly feeling dry.

She took a few hesitant steps forward, her gaze sweeping over us. I watched as her eyes landed on Namjoon hyung. I could see the way she stiffened slightly under his piercing gaze. He had that effect on people; his sharp brow and intense eyes could make anyone feel scrutinized.