"Where there is hope, there is always pain."
When you were young, there was one thing you wanted more than anything in the world. One thing you would give your very soul up to achieve, if only it meant you would finally be able to make your mark in...
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Jungkook hates it when Mingyu is right.
The taste of alcohol plays bitter and sweet on his tongue as her lips press against his to feed it to him. Her fingers cradle themselves in his hair as he rubs his hands up her thighs. Her skin is soft beneath his touch, soft and smooth as he grips tightly to her flesh, sure to keep her secure on his lap...
It's safe to say that, in this moment, it's hard to think of anything else, much less anyone else, but her.
Kallista.
Recently relocated to Korea due to her job, she's a twenty-one-year-old marketing agent working for the most luxurious fashion brands and designers. She hopes to one day open her own boutique in Paris. She hates cigarette smoke and the taste of waffles...and there may be a few other bland fun facts to recount if Jungkook hadn't already replaced them with the taste of her lips against his and the exciting buzz of booze and adrenaline pumping through his veins.
When she pulls away, he loses himself in her glittering eyes, finding himself leaning in again before she's even had a moment to catch her breath. She giggles at his yearning, pushing his face gently away as she hops off his lap and back to the bench.
"Give me a minute to breathe, greedy motherfucker."
He smirks, watching her closely as she reaches for another shot of soju, and winces when it glides bitterly down her throat. She coughs a bit, before turning to Jungkook and making a face. He can't help but chuckle, reaching forward and wiping some of the liquid off her chin.
"What is it? Not to your taste?"
Kallista rolls her eyes, taking his hand and interlocking her fingers with his before she flops over onto his lap.
"Let's just say I'd prefer a whiskey any day."
Jungkook scoffs playfully, looking down at her affectionately as she begins to play with his fingers absentmindedly.
Jungkook doesn't know what it is about her that clears his mind of any trace of thought toward Yen. He doesn't know why being with her is as easy as breathing, nor why, in her eyes, he doesn't find himself drowning in a pit of deeper despair. All he knows is that for the first time in a long time, his heart doesn't feel as heavy as it has been. For the first time, he's able to forget, even if it's only for a little while.
"What are you looking at?" Kallista mumbles, chewing on one of the many cherry stems she's been attempting to tie into knots with her tongue. A pile of failed attempts lay scattered across the table, amongst the many empty glasses of assorted drinks they've ordered. Jungkook smirks at the reminder, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear before answering.
"You."
"That's cheesy as hell." Kallista rolls her eyes, discarding the cherry stem on the table as another mutilated, failed attempt.
