"Under the skin"//jjk

Chapter 10- 🔞

"Yn's POV"

I woke up feeling groggy, my senses dulled as if I were floating in a thick fog. The bed beneath me was exceptionally soft, the sheets a gentle caress against my skin, and the weight of a plush blanket enveloped me like a warm hug. For a moment, I allowed myself to bask in this sensation, a blissful escape from the chaos that had consumed my life. I could have sworn I was on cloud nine, still drifting in that half-sleep state, when the reality of my surroundings began to seep in.

As I blinked my eyes open, the first thing that registered was the light—a soft, golden glow filtering through the heavy drapes, illuminating the room in a way that felt both inviting and surreal. I squinted, trying to make sense of where I was. Sitting up abruptly, I took in my surroundings, and my heart dropped.

This was not my bed. The room was massive, its black interiors exuding an air of elegance and luxury that felt completely foreign to me. The walls were adorned with tasteful artwork, and the furniture was sleek and modern, a stark contrast to the chaos of my own life. An unsettling feeling settled in my chest, a knot of anxiety tightening as I scanned the space, searching for answers. Where was I? How did I end up here?

My gaze drifted down to my body, and I froze. I was wearing an oversized t-shirt, clearly a man's shirt, and it hung loosely on my frame. What the fuck? Did I sleep with a stranger? Panic surged through me, my heart racing as I tried to piece together the fragments of the previous night. I felt no soreness; instead, my body felt surprisingly light, though the lingering effects of alcohol clouded my mind.

Then, like a tidal wave crashing over me, everything came rushing back. I remembered the club, the pulsating music, and the desperation that had driven me there. I had been so frustrated, so angry, dealing with a whirlwind of emotions about Jungkook and everything else in my life. I just wanted to escape, to lose myself for once.

I recalled the frantic calls I had made to my friends—Ken was in the U.S. visiting his parents, and Daisy had gone silent, which was unusual. Daisy never ignored my calls. Finally, I had called Maya, only to be greeted by her boyfriend. At that point, I felt utterly alone and decided to hit the club by myself.

I had dressed boldly, slipping into a short maroon dress that clung to my curves with a deep neckline that accentuated my breasts. I wanted to feel confident, to forget the pain and the weight of my reality. Once I arrived at the club, I had settled onto a stool at the bar, ordering shot after shot, drowning myself in alcohol as I tried to numb the hurt inside.

As the night wore on, men approached me, their eyes filled with interest and desire, but I had pushed them away, rejecting their advances. I was determined to have my night, to let go of everything that held me down. Once I started feeling the effects of the alcohol, I let myself go, dancing in the midst of the crowd, feeling the heat of their gazes on me. It was exhilarating, freeing—a fleeting escape from my reality.

Just then, everything had shifted. I felt someone grasp my wrist, and suddenly I slammed into something hard. "the f—" I exclaimed, the words spilling out in a mix of surprise and laughter. I looked up, only to find myself staring into Jungkook's intense gaze. My heart raced, confusion swirling within me. Was he really here, or was I just hallucinating?

Just as I was grappling with my thoughts, the door to the room swung open, and Jungkook walked in. My heart raced again, a mix of panic and confusion flooding my system. What was happening? Where was I? Why was he here?

"You woke up?" he asked, his voice steady but tinged with something I couldn't quite place.

"What the fuck am I doing here? Where is this place? And why are you here?" I shot back, my voice laced with frustration and fear.