Standing next to you || JJK

The first thing people noticed about Jeon Jungkook wasn't just that he was good-looking-it was the way he carried himself like nothing in the world could touch him.

At twenty-two, he lived fast.

Fast cars, loud nights, bad decisions he never really regretted.

By day, he worked in a cramped but respected auto shop, hands always stained with oil, fixing machines most people couldn't even afford to look at twice. Specialty sports cars were his thing-Ferraris, Lamborghinis, custom builds. He had talent, real talent. Enough that older men in the industry respected him, even if they rolled their eyes at his attitude.

By night?

He was chaos.

That's how he ended up at the club that night-music shaking the floor, neon lights cutting through the dark, drinks flowing like water. It was a celebration. One of his friends had just landed something big, and Jungkook wasn't the type to say no to a reason to go out.

He wasn't looking for anything.

Not really.

Until he saw her.

Yama Yukichi didn't belong there-and somehow, that's exactly why she stood out.

She wasn't trying like everyone else. No desperate glances, no forced laughter. Just... calm. Composed. Watching everything like she was above it, yet still part of it.

He approached her first.

Of course he did.

"Don't think I've seen you here before," he said, confident, already expecting her to fold into the same pattern most people did around him.

But she didn't.

She looked at him-really looked at him-and smiled, just a little.

"Maybe I don't come here often."

That should've been it. A quick conversation. A drink. Maybe a number.

But it wasn't.

Drinks turned into more drinks.

The world blurred.

And somewhere between the noise and the alcohol, they stopped being strangers.

The morning after should've been simple.

But It wasn't.