As I walked in, the first thing that hit me was the pungent mix of spilt beer and sweat. The bar stretched along one side of the room, manned by bartenders who moved with practised efficiency, pouring drinks and handling rowdy patrons with equal ease.
The shelves behind them were lined with countless bottles, each promising a different kind of escape.
"Strawberry Gin" I ordered.
Late nights in Seoul were too common for someone who works for International organizations, INTERPOL. But this was the escape I needed. In my country. Among my people.
The air was tense. My fingers fiddled on my phone screen, deleting old pics. The trip at Turkey. Cannes in France.
Under all these glimmers of my life, I was a hollow carcass.
"Bruichladdich Whiskey."
A short pause.
"Neat."
I glanced at the gentleman. His hair messy. Eyes red. Cheeks flushed. Men cry too.
There were fresh bruises on his jaw and arms... A little gash on cheek. Near a little scar I noticed.
His black shirt was crumpled cuffed up, his left arm covered in Tattoos. His brows and ears pierced. My lips parted.
Our eyes met.
"AHH...Kim Taehyung."
I nodded stiffly.
"I've always hated you Kim...You ruined everything you heartless monster. I want to break you so bad... I want to make you suffocate in my presence just like you make me"
His doe eyes filled with anger and something I couldn't guess. His jaw clenched as I felt his gaze on my lips, then neck...then at my shirt.
"Mister ---"
"You don't even know my name Kim. Fucking sick. I know everything about you. Everything. Fucking. Thing."
I shivered. I frowned. "I don't even know what---"
His lips smashed on mine.
His lips smashed on mine.
His lips smashed on mine.
He kissed me. His soft lips devoured mine. His big hand fisted my hair, pulling me closer painful. I yelp escaped my mouth. His took this opportunity to enter his tongue.
His tongue explored my mouth.
I wanted to push him. His mouth was making me loose sense, the taste of whiskey blending on my taste buds.
I didn't kissed back.
I pushed him. His back collided with sit behind him. His eyes never left mine.
Jeon Jungkook kissed me.
I hated him.
It has been 27 years, 7 months, 5 days.
I still hate him
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Clandestine Threads {THV X JK}
FanficKim, the brilliant detective with eyes like shards of ice, and Jeon, the notorious criminal with a smirk that could unravel secrets, share a history of betrayal. Their animosity simmers beneath the surface, fueled by past encounters and whispered th...
