𝑴𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂'𝒔 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 |𝑱𝑱𝑲 𝑭𝑭|

The club was drenched in shamelessness-people were lost in each other, their lips meeting recklessly, bodies swaying together under flashing neon lights.

It was a place where people sought an escape from their mundane lives, drowning their sorrows in expensive liquor and deafening music. The scent of alcohol mixed with expensive colognes lingered in the air, creating an intoxicating atmosphere.

Just then, the club's entrance swung open. A tall man in black stepped inside, his polished shoes barely making a sound against the club's glossy floor.

His aura was dark, demanding attention without a single word.

Two men flanked him, their presence just as intimidating. His sharp, dark eyes scanned the club, unimpressed.

"What a godforsaken place. Is this seriously the best Jimin could come up with?" he muttered under his breath, his tone laced with irritation.

One of his guards leaned in, whispering something in his ear before gesturing toward the bar. The man—Jeon Jungkook—nodded once before moving forward, his presence parting the crowd effortlessly.

At the bar, a man sat comfortably, silver jewelry glinting under the dim lighting. His leather jacket hugged his form perfectly, his fingers lazily tapping against his glass. Several women clung to him, their hands trailing along his arms, their giggles lost in the music.

"Jimin."

The deep, commanding voice cut through the noise, causing the man on the barstool to turn around. A grin spread across his lips as he saw who it was.

"Oh, Jungkook! You're late," Jimin smirked, rising to his feet, his arms slightly open for a greeting.

But Jungkook shoved him by the shoulder, his expression cold. "Cut the crap. Get rid of these girls." His voice was low but firm, carrying an authority that was impossible to ignore. His sharp gaze flickered toward the women, making them shift uncomfortably.

Jimin sighed dramatically before turning to the girls. "Sorry, ladies. My dear friend here has an allergy to beautiful women, so I'm afraid you'll have to leave."

With a few giggles and playful pouts, the women finally left, blowing Jimin a few air kisses before disappearing into the crowd. Jungkook didn't spare them another glance as he took a seat on the barstool.

Jimin chuckled and sat beside him. "Damn, Jungkook. Why so much anger?"

The bartender arrived, and Jungkook casually placed his order before turning his attention back to Jimin. "Is your life really that empty without women? Every time I see you, you're surrounded by them." His tone was flat, uninterested.

Jimin smirked, swirling the drink in his hand. "Oh? Are you jealous?" He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice teasingly. "If I tell the girls to stay away from me, will you take their place?"

Jungkook shot him a glare, his jaw clenching. "Cut the nonsense," he warned, making Jimin chuckle.

The bartender slid their drinks across the counter, and Jungkook picked up his glass, taking a slow sip. The alcohol burned down his throat, but it wasn't enough to ease the frustration brewing inside him.

Jimin leaned back, watching his friend closely. "Damn, man. Well, should I at least set you up with someone? Just for tonight?"

Jungkook scoffed, shaking his head. "I don't have time for that."

Jimin arched a brow. "So what? You're never gonna settle down? Never gonna get married?"

Jungkook exhaled, tilting his glass slightly, watching the liquid swirl. "I'm not interested in relationships," he said simply. "Girls are nothing more than a one-night distraction."

With that, he turned slightly on his stool, his dark eyes drifting toward the VIP section, where another night of chaos was about to unfold.

Jungkook's sharp gaze focused on only one thing-a familiar face in the crowd. A slow, devilish smirk curled on his lips as he recognized her.

But that smirk disappeared the moment his eyes registered the scene in front of him.

She wasn't alone.

Two men sat close to her, their hands trailing along her thighs and legs, taking advantage of her drunken state. She leaned back on the couch, her head lolling slightly, completely unaware of what was happening.

A dangerous storm brewed in Jungkook's dark eyes. His grip on the glass in his hand tightened, knuckles turning white. Jimin, noticing the sudden change in Jungkook's expression, followed his line of sight.

"Who are you looking at?" Jimin asked, shifting his gaze between the VIP section and Jungkook. Then, he noticed the girl.

"The girl over there?" he asked again, confused by Jungkook's reaction.

Jungkook didn't answer. His jaw clenched, his fists tightened. His breathing grew heavier, chest rising and falling with growing rage.

Then, one of the men leaned in too close to the girl's face.

That was it—

With a loud crash, Jungkook slammed his glass onto the floor, shattering it into a thousand tiny pieces. The sudden noise startled Jimin, but before he could react, Jungkook was already on his feet, marching straight toward the VIP section like a storm about to hit.

"Jungkook, stop!" Jimin called after him, but it was too late.

Jungkook grabbed one of the men by his shirt and punched him—hard.

The man stumbled backward onto the couch, groaning in pain. But Jungkook wasn't done. He lunged forward, landing another brutal punch to his face. A sickening crack echoed through the air as the man's nose snapped under the force.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing!? Let him go!" the second man shouted, rushing toward Jungkook.

Another Big Mistake.

The moment his hand touched Jungkook's shoulder, Jungkook whipped around and struck him across the face with a sharp slap.

The force of it sent the man stumbling back, clutching his cheek in shock. The club's atmosphere shifted. People began turning their heads, drawn to the sudden chaos. The heavy music that once drowned the air now felt distant—overshadowed by the tension radiating from Jungkook.

The second man, now furious, raised his fist to fight back.

But Jungkook was faster.

With a swift, powerful kick to his stomach, he sent the man flying backward. His body crashed onto the glass table behind him, shattering it into pieces. Gasps filled the air, followed by whispers and murmurs among the crowd.

Jimin stared in shock.

One man lay on the couch, nose bleeding profusely. The other groaned in pain, struggling to move from the shattered glass beneath him. Jungkook wasn't done. He stepped forward, ready to finish the job— when Jimin and the guards intervened.

"Jungkook, wait! Why the hell are you beating them to death!?" Jimin demanded, grabbing Jungkook's arm and pushing him back.

Jungkook shoved Jimin off, his voice thunderous with fury.

"They were touching her! Taking advantage of her unconsciousness!" He roared.

Jimin's eyes flickered toward the girl on the couch. She was completely knocked out, unaware of the chaos unraveling around her.

Jungkook turned to his men, his voice filled with venom.

"Take them. And make sure they never see another fucking sunrise!"

The guards didn't hesitate. They grabbed the injured men, dragging them out like lifeless bodies.

Jungkook, meanwhile, bent down and effortlessly scooped the girl into his arms.

Jimin's jaw almost dropped.

Not too long ago, Jungkook had said that women were nothing but one–night distractions. And now? He had beaten two men to a pulp over one girl.

Jungkook carried her through out the club, his face unreadable.

Jimin quickly followed, while the crowd erupted into whispers, their eyes filled with curiosity, fear, and awe.

The Jeon Jungkook had just claimed his prey.

As soon as Jungkook opened the door, he carefully placed the girl onto the passenger seat of his car. Her body slumped against the seat, her head resting against the seat. She was completely lost in her dreams, unaware of the world around her.

Jungkook adjusted her seatbelt, his movements unusually gentle for someone like him. He stepped back and shut the door quietly, turning around—only to find Jimin standing behind him, arms crossed, an unreadable expression on his face.

Jimin wasn't just watching. He was analyzing.

Jungkook immediately recognized that look. He sighed. "I'll drop her home. You should go, too." His voice was firm, almost dismissive.

But Jimin didn't move. "Who is she? And how do you know her?"

Jungkook's jaw clenched. He hated answering unnecessary questions. "She's... someone close to me." His words were vague, almost reluctant, as if even admitting that much was difficult for him.

Jimin narrowed his eyes, not convinced. "That's not an answer, Jungkook."

But Jungkook had no intention of staying there any longer. Without another word, he turned and slid into the driver's seat.

Jimin stepped forward, knocking on the window. "Jungkook, I'm not done talking—"

Jungkook ignored him. His hands gripped the steering wheel, but before starting the car, his gaze involuntarily drifted toward the girl.

And that's when he noticed her bare thighs.

Her dress had ridden up slightly, exposing more skin than it should have. His throat went dry. His fingers twitched.

What the hell am I thinking?

A flicker of irritation flashed through his eyes—not at her, but at himself.

Shaking off the thought, he swiftly pulled off his leather jacket and draped it over her legs, covering her up.

A moment later, Jimin knocked on the window again, harder this time.

Jungkook didn't even spare him a glance. He started the car and drove off, leaving Jimin behind with unanswered questions.

Jimin stood there, watching the car disappear into the distance.

His brows furrowed.

Jungkook never cared about any girl. He had always been detached, cold, uninterested.

But tonight... something was different.

And Jimin needed to know why.

***

With a slow press on the brakes, the car rolled to a stop. The street was eerily quiet, lit only by the dim glow of a few streetlights. The massive mansion in front of him stood dark and lifeless, as if no one had lived there for years.

Jungkook sat in the driver's seat, his eyes scanning the mansion's gate before he pulled out his phone. He dialed a number, bringing the phone to his ear. The line rang a few times before a groggy, slightly annoyed voice answered from the other end.

"Hello... Jeon?" The confusion in the voice was evident.

Jungkook didn't waste time on pleasantries. "I'm outside your mansion. Come and take your sister. Or I'll take her instead."

And with that, he ended the call.

A heavy silence filled the car. His grip on the steering wheel tightened as he turned his gaze to the girl sleeping beside him. Y/n.

His mind flashed back to the club-the way those men had their hands on her, their fingers brushing her legs while she lay there completely unconscious.

A sharp wave of anger hit him again.

He exhaled sharply, rubbing his temple. "How careless are you, Y/n?" His voice was low, almost like he was talking to himself.

"You argue with me, fight with me, and yet tonight, you let those bastards touch you like that?"

His jaw clenched. He turned his face away, trying to shake off the frustration bubbling inside him.

The main gate creaked open, and a tall figure stepped out of the mansion. The man spotted Jungkook's car and walked toward it with quick strides.

Jungkook didn't bother getting out. Instead, he simply rolled down the window.

The man leaned down, peering inside. His eyes immediately landed on his sister, slumped against the seat, Jungkook's leather jacket still covering her legs. He didn't say anything at first—just turned his sharp gaze to Jungkook, waiting for an explanation.

Jungkook spoke flatly. "Two bastards were taking advantage of your sister in the club. She was passed out drunk. If I hadn't been there, she wouldn't have made it home like this." His tone was cold, but beneath it was a quiet fury.

He clicked the unlock button on the car. "Take her."

The man wasted no time. He moved to the other side of the car, opened the door, and carefully lifted Y/n into his arms.

Jungkook's jacket slid with her as he held her close.

"I'll thank you later." The man muttered, his voice gruff as he turned away with his sister in his arms.

Jungkook watched them walk back toward the mansion, his expression unreadable.

A second later, he shifted gears and drove off, disappearing into the dark road.

To be continue.

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