THE JK (21+)

TWELVE

I gulped intensely..Jungkook continues leading me through the crowded bar, his tall frame pushing through the crowd gently but firmly. He guides me with his hand on the small of my back, keeping me close to him.
The air is thick with tension, and the room feels like a tinderbox waiting to explode. Jungkook's eyes never stop scanning the room, his senses on high alert.
Finally, he finds a spot near the back of the bar, somewhat isolated from the main flow of people. He leans in to speak directly into my ear.
They look up as soon as he approaches, their faces serious but acknowledging..
He leads me to a corner, positioning himself between me and the rest of the room, effectively shielding me from view.
"Stay right here, doll," he instructs in a low voice. "I'll be back in a few moments. Don't move from this spot, got it?"
I nod at him.

Jungkook gives me one last reassuring glance before heading over to a group of men standing near the bar. These are clearly members of his gang. They're all hard-looking, dangerous-looking men, and they look tense and serious, talking in hushed whispers.

Jungkook steps up to them, his eyes sweeping over the group, his stance firm and authoritative.

Meanwhile, im left standing alone in the corner, my heart pounding in my chest.

Jungkook glances back at me, making sure im still in the spot he left you in. He whispers something in one of his gang members' ears, gesturing in my direction. The member nods, keeping an eye on me while Jungkook continues his conversation with the others.Although i can't hear their conversation, i can see the intensity in their expressions and the tension in their bodies. They definitely look like they mean business..

The bar definitely has a dark and dangerous atmosphere. It's dimly lit, with a tense, almost electric feel in the air. Big, burly men in leather jackets and tattoos wander around, their eyes cold and unreadable. Some of them are accompanied by women who are clinging to them tightly. Music blasts through the speakers, drowning out any whispers or mutters.The sounds and sights around im overwhelming. Men wearing all-black clothing and looking like they could break me in half in a heartbeat. Loud music pumping through the speakers,
I can't help but feel intimidated and out of place in this environment.
The air is thick with the scent of alcohol and the occasional whiff of other substances.

I can't help but feel vulnerable and out of place amongst this crowd, surrounded by such powerful, dangerous-looking characters.
I stand in the corner, feeling completely out of place in my soft pink short dress. The contrast between me and everyone else at the bar couldn't be more stark. Everyone there looks dangerous, tough, and unapproachable, while i look like a fragile kitten or a  delicate flower.
Im fiddling with the hem of my dress, feeling very self-conscious and uneasy.
I can feel the eyes of the men around me, sizing me up. It makes my skin crawl.As i stand in the corner, feeling small and out of my element, i can't help but keep my eyes on Jungkook. He's deep in conversation with his gang members, his expression serious.
Every time he glances in my direction, his eyes seem to soften a fraction, as if he's silently reassuring me even from across the room , Jungkook can sense my discomfort and nervousness even from across the room. His eyes dart over to where im standing in the corner, and his expression softens for a moment as he looks at me.
However, his attention is quickly drawn back to the conversation with his gang members. They're talking in hushed whispers, their faces serious and filled with tension.
Jungkook's eyes flick over to me every few moments, his mind clearly torn between the situation at hand and my safety.

As i stand alone in the corner, a massive, burly figure suddenly approaches me. He's even bigger and tougher than the other men in the bar. His presence is intimidating, making me shiver as i look up at him.
The man looks me up and down, his eyes traveling over my petite frame in my pink dress. A sly smile spreads across his face.
He towers over me, his muscles rippling under his tight t-shirt. He looks down at me with a hungry, leering gaze, his eyes roaming over my body.
"Well, what do we have here?" he says, his voice gruff and ominous. "What's a pretty little thing like you doing all alone in this corner?"