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Before we start, there are some things I'm not comfortable to write: smut, but also non sexual non-con...
The city shines beneath you, raw and electric, its pulse resonating deep in the soles of your feet as you stand on the rooftop of Jungkook's club—darkness unfurling in every direction like a ravenous beast that devours all that dares exist within its reach. Below you, the night roars with a dissonance of fragmented voices, music, and chaos, but up here, the world recedes into a distant rumble, a barely perceptible murmur as you breathe in the cool air under a starlit sky that stretches endlessly. There is a peculiar intimacy in this place, a stillness held together only by the rhythm of your own heartbeat, a world that feels exclusively yours and his.
And him—Jungkook—stands in the darkness, the faint amber glow of distant city lights slicing across his features, casting him into an aura more menacing than the whispered legends. They speak of him as a mafia heir, a heartbreaker, a killer—the very embodiment of temptation and danger. You have heard every tale, repeated them to yourself until the fear wrapped in desire became a sickening thrill. Now, he watches you, his black eyes smouldering under the muted light, filled with an inscrutable intensity that makes your skin crawl in ways both unsettling and exhilarating.
He is the one who chose this place for your meeting, away from the searing heat and relentless beat of his club—a sanctuary where bodies press together in abandon, where souls dissolve into music, each moment crafted for excess and oblivion. You recall earlier, being immersed in that turbulent whirlwind of sound and colour, every motion deliberate yet devoid of meaning. You observed him from across the room, a dark figure amid the frenzy, solitary despite the throngs eager for his attention.
But now, it is just the two of you. You feel his breath carried by the wind that coils around you, sense his gaze tracing your form with a predatory warmth concealed beneath his dangerously alluring charm. From the moment you met him, you recognised his peril—danger that insinuates itself into your veins before you realise, too late, the gravity of your mistake. Each encounter, each step forward has been a testament to a decision you should never have made but did anyways.
Your hands instinctively curl at your sides, the smooth edge of the knife pressed reassuringly against your thigh like a talisman since the day you learned about his obsession for you. The rooftop remains silent, you have played this game for so long, you're not even sure how not let silence reign. Every glance, every word a strategic move in a game of masks and deceptions, with an ending that has always seemed inevitable.
"Dance with me?" he whispers, his voice low and seemingly tender, the sort of sound that could be mistaken for affection. But you know better. You understand the truth hidden beneath the softness, the destruction in every action and breath of Jungkook's.
And so you nod, almost laughable how easily you surrender to this illusion of tenderness, letting him draw you close, his strong arms encircling your waist, his warmth and magnificent scent enveloping you. The rooftop feels smaller, the world compressed to the space between you as you begin to sway, a slow, gentle rhythm where neither of you leads. The stars blink down, your hearts the sole soundtrack to this moment.
