Devil Contract ✓

15

❝Love Shots❞
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MY THROAT WENT DRY, I FELT SUFFOCATED between these people—I gripped my wrist, gulping. Bar they call it, I already hate it, these people were being way too vulgar. I felt my cheeks heat-up in embarrassment.

"What's wrong with them?" I whispered under my breath, quietly following the huge man in front of me. "Look, if you don't want to be here, I'll call someone to send you back to the lounge." Jungkook sighed, dropping his body on the large couch, he crossed his legs and looked at me.

I looked around. "No." I shook my head—how can he leave me alone in a foreign country?—I knitted my brow, he shrugged. "As you wish." He muttered, raising his hand lightly. I sat on a chair in front of him, looking around the place.

"You should leave." He said, raising his brows. "You're too innocent for this place." The waiter walked up to him. "Anything you wanted?" He spoke in English, and again—I didn't understand them.

"Whiskey." He said, I raised my brows—I've heard it somewhere—I thought, thinking hard where I've heard about the thing he just said. "What are you doing?" He asked in annoyance, I realised that I was gripping my own dress.

I pulled the hem of my dress down, clearing my throat. "Don't you think..they're staring at you?" I asked him, looking behind him at the crowd of girls, literally drooling over him. He shrugged, "That's nothing new." He said.

I watched carefully as he picked up the glass, the thing seemed intensively suspicious to me—is he taking drugs?—I panicked. "W-What's that?" I pointed towards the liquor in his hands. He glanced down, "Whiskey." I felt my heart sinking. I sighed, "Oh, that's good."

He gave me a confused look, gulping down the drink. "How is it?" I asked, raising my brows. He glanced at me, "Don't tell me," He knitted his brows. "You've never drank whiskey before?" I felt my body stiffen at his question at his question.

"Um.. Yeah." He groaned, leaning back on the couch as he shook his head. "You're unbelievably innocent and dumb." I frowned, "Don't call me that." I urged, he licked his lips. "Well you are." I flared my nostrils.

"I didn't because I didn't want to." I said, gripping my dress tightly. "Then why don't you do so?" He suggested, I raised my brows. "You mean.. Drink it?" I asked him, he nodded, "Yeah, you're an adult. It won't be a problem if you drink alcohol, right?" He's right though.

I nodded. "Will you stop calling me stupid after that?" I asked, he shrugged, "Yeah." I gulped. "Alright then." I said.

He called the waiter over, "What would you have?" He asked me. "Anything." I muttered, he said something to the waiter, he nodded and left.

"What did you say?" I asked him, "You'll know soon." He said and leaned back on the couch. "You're weird." I muttered, looking down.

"Here." I stared at the glass that was placed in front of me, "What is this?" I asked, looking up at him. "Red wine." He said, "What?" I asked,

"It's too expensive." His mouth gaped. "Shut up and drink it." He said, rolling his eyes. I hesitantly picked up the glass, I smelled the red liquor in it, knitting my brows at the weird smell. I placed the tip of the glass near my lips.

My eyes widened as soon as the wine entered my mouth, the taste melting in my mouth. It was neither too sour nor too sweet, but I liked it. "So?" The man raised his brows. "I-It's good." I said, he gave me a blank face.

"I know." He got up, my eyes followed his movements. "Why don't you have some more?" He asked, placing the bottle in front of me. "No, I'll get drunk." I said, shaking my head lightly. "It's fine to be drunk sometimes." He said, shrugging. "You sure?" I asked him.

He nodded. "Definitely." He walked away from me, leaving me alone. I looked down at the bottle in front of me. "Forget it." I said, opening it.

The taste was incredibly good, and till I realised that I've had too many drinks,

I was already drunk.

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My head swirled, I giggled lightly to myself. "Dad." I muttered lightly, "I miss you." I looked around, not seeing Jungkook. "Where did he go?" I asked, my legs were shaking, making it difficult to even get up.

My eyes roamed around, stopping at the sight of a familiar man, "Is he.. Kissing someone?" I whispered, squinting my eyes to get a better look of him.

I watched as he pushed the girl against the wall, and turned my head away. "What a pervert." I rolled my eyes, getting annoyed. "This is emmppty." I whined, rolling the empty bottle of wine in my hand. "He ditched me." I laughed, rubbing my tired eyes.

I glanced back at him, "Is he taking off her clothes? That's so not good." I shook my head in disappointment. "I'm so lonelllly." I sighed, keeping the bottle down as I got up, stumbling on my feet.

I gripped the chair tightly. "Where's the washroom?" I asked myself. "Forget it." I sighed, walking forward.

I took support of the wall, leaning against it. I walked to the door, "Found you." I whined, opening the door, I walked inside the washroom, stumbling and walked to the tap. I opened the tap, washing my hands that were drenched in red wine.

"Let's goo." I walked out of the washroom. "What are they even playing?" I muttered, I didn't even understand the song.

"He's still sucking her face?" I asked, turning to where Jungkook was a few minutes ago. I walked up to him to see him alone, leaning against the wall. "Hey." I poked his shoulder, he groaned, sitting on the floor.

"What's wrong?" I asked, patting his shoulder. "Are you drunk?" I asked him, he looked up, cheeks red. He nodded his head, "Yesss." He got up, stumbling. He walked to me, holding my both cheeks tightly, "Ouh! Leave me you idiot!" I winced, trying to pry his hands off.

"How come.. You look exactly like her?"

He looked at me sadly, titling his head to a side. "Who?" I asked, raising my brows.

The song suddenly changed—and it was a different language. It seemed sad, "Do you dance?" He asked, licking his lips.

"What? Leave me. I would die rather than dancing with you." I glared at him, holding his hands and forcibly pushed them off me. "Noo. Let's dance." He pulled me towards the stage. "Why would I dance with you!?"

He gave me a blank look. "Because you're my wife." He said, raising his brows. "You forced me to be your wife." He nodded his head, "That's a good fact, so now I'm forcing you to dance with me."

He pushed my waist, "You're annoying." I said, he tilted his head,

"You too."