Dangerous | p.jm ✔️

Déjà Vu

A/N: Minor smut warning on this chapter (like most of the chapters in this book lmao), but it's going to be a fun one. ;) Also, her name (or rather your name) is pronounced ee-na.

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"Eh, Inna, what is this about? I'm trying to get laid!" your friend, Ye-jin said, as you pulled off the dance floor and away from the guy she was dancing with. 

You pointed over to the doorway where Jimin and his friends were still standing, talking among themselves and eyeing up the place. His eyes landing on you briefly, looking you up and down, before flitting back out to the dance floor. 

"See the guy over there?" you asked. "That's Park Jimin, remember? The guy from high school I told you about." 

Ye-jin's eyes lit up with recognition and she turned back to you, her small hands clenched cutely into fists. 

"You want me to fight him, Inna?" Her lips firming into a thin line and her eyes darkening. 

You laughed. "No, but I am going to get my revenge tonight, but I need you to keep the bartender busy."

Ye-jin rolled her eyes. "You know he won't talk to me since--" 

"Then, act like you're sick or seduce him or something! I just need to get behind that bar!"

"You're okay with that?" she asked, biting her lip. 

"I don't care," you said, dismissing the topic with your hand.

She nodded and headed over to the bar. You watched as she batted her eyelashes and swayed her hips just right. You knew Ye-jin wouldn't take it too far, but it still hurt. But, somethings were more important than your best friend leading your ex to the bathroom around the corner. Somethings like the silver-haired boy that had just sat down at the bar. 

The silver hair certainly gave him a different edge he didn't have when the two of you were in high school. You found it hard to look at the boy; you weren't sure if it was his new beauty or your history. His friends were equally as beautiful, each sporting a different color of hair, except the youngest one that you recognized as Jungkook. You'd gone on a date or two with the boy who was your age. It had been extremely casual, but you'd remained friends with him. 

"Hey Jungkook," you said. "What'll it be tonight?"

"Oh, hey," he said. "I thought you didn't work on Sundays."

"I'm just filling in," you said. 

Jungkook nodded and ordered his typical soju bomb--after one of which he was usually wasted and on the dance floor. You made the drink quickly and gave it to the boy who sipped it, eyeing the dance floor carefully. 

"And for your friends?"

Each of the boys ordered and you prepared their drinks with ease. You finally came to the end of the bar where Jimin was sitting. He ran his hand through his hair and looked up at you. You felt it all rush back to you, suddenly you were sixteen again and his gaze made your knees shake. But, unlike when you were sixteen, you could control yourself and you smiled at the boy. 

"And what do you want?"

"Just put a couple bottles on the bar and I'll mix them myself," he said. "I don't care what they are."