"Let it go"

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I exit the chat and sigh. It's kind of a relief. In a night, I might know who was behind that.

Since that night, I've been giving a hard fucking time to my friend but he signed up for this the day I found him hacking cameras in the bar, instead of dancing with hot girls in there. He needed financial support and I needed a professional hacker in time of need.

At last, he ended up being useful.

I usually don't tolerate people like him but he treats me like I'm a fucking child who doesn't know anything. He should see me on missions, kicking people and kidnapping them. Though I hardly believe he doesn't know what things I do.

Sighing, I switch my phone off and then put it in my jeans pocket.

"Let's go," I say as I offer my arm to my girlfriend standing next to me.

She hooks hers to mine holding me closely, sticking to my side like I instructed her to.

The loud music from inside shakes the floor beneath us as me enter the place.

Tonight is the annual winter party of the gang. New talent join the gang at the start of their first year, they are given tasks in which they compete against each other. In a few months, a few of these guys are selected to be part of the notorious gang that i'll lead in future.

This is like a welcome party. The only people that are in the party are just gang members, the new guys and Jae Sung, who's mostly absent but always graces us with his presence, at least once for the night. Parties are a source for getting him hottest women in the town too, he never misses it.

I care less about these parties these days but as i'm the future leader, it's vital for me to be part of such parties. I need to observe the new guys and well, the old ones too sometimes in need

I'm a big party man. I throw parties, it's been quite long since the last one though, but I love parties. I loved them more before. Endless booze, and beautiful chicks in arms.

Almost every guy in there is here for that. That's why I still think it's a bad idea to be here with Hana.

But i don't really want Hana to feel bad. Last time i tried to hide something from her, it ended up in an almost big disaster, and in no world would i allow that to happen again.

Since the moment we drove out from our place, i mentally note all the precautionary measures to not turn this night into a nightmare.

Now, when i told Hana about the party night, she insisted on coming with me. I would never want her to be part of the gang parties. The last one she went at has still not left haunting me. I know with me right next to her, nothing would ever happen to her but the chances of her being in danger are never zero, especially because she's associated with me.

However, it's also not very possible to leave her alone there, at home. She had been mad at me for two whole days for not agreeing with her. She hadn't been staying with me in my apartment, staying with her friends, convincing me because she feels anxious.

I don't really want to leave her with her over-thinker brain this time. Besides, the party is safe enough, i just don't want her to be bothered by any other guy over there or her drinks to be spiked or her body to be gauged at. But i'm there, and i believe she's safe with me.

So i agreed and well, Hana was elated, she went shopping earlier today and was kind of excited to be with me for the night.

I have never taken Hana to any official party of the gang. I feel pride to take her with me, arm in arm to show every guy in there that she belongs to me. That she's my person and any fucking thought, holy or unholy, about her needs to be out the door right now.

"Nervous?" i ask her, sensing her hold tightening on my forearm as we near the entrance.

I look at her by my side and can't believe how beautiful she's looking. She is wearing a black skin tight dress that goes till her mid thighs. Her hair are styled up into a bun behind her head, a few strands loosely hanging around her face ever so softly. Her lips are painted red and face shines because of the excellent make up she has done. She has a clutch in her free hand as she walks with me.

She's looking so fucking gorgeous. Unhealthy thoughts consume my mind and i have to repress them, ever since i saw her like this before leaving the house.

"Not really, i just don't know what happens in your parties. So, a little... cautious," she answers and look up into my eyes.

I keep my eyes on her, mesmerized by her beauty, her charm that she carries and her slim body that has me under the spell ever since the day i have seen her.

I inhale her intoxicating vanilla and peaches scent. It always linger around me like a bewitched cage.

She is breathing quite heavily. I can tell she's nervous, that her heart is beating faster than usual. That she's counting on each breathe of hers, trying to soothe herself but is miserably failing. But she doesn't have to worry, i'm with her.

We enter the main entrance to the big club that is our gang's for tonight. The guards standing there don't even ask for my gang id, they know who i am.

Once we're in, I look around at the atmosphere in here. It's typical. Loud music, bright neon lights, dark interior, guys hooting, champagnes popping and women in these guys' arms.

"Hey, dude, you're here," Theo, my mate, basically throws himself at me and thumps my back.

He's a year younger than me and is as tall as me. He has these deep dimples in his cheeks and they're prominent now, grinning at me.

"Looks like I am," I say and smile at him.

I'm used to these guys getting closer to me for more recognition, better position. This is why I usually don't come in gang parties. It's better to be in other ones, or just throw one and invite any one who wants to come. It just keeps you more busy along with such dorks.

Theo is kind of close to me, as he's part of the group chat me and Michael are in along with other guys. So I just tolerate him.

Theo's eyes look at Hana next to me.

"Oh hey," he greets her.

His eyes look at her in a not so acceptable way. I mean I know Hana attracts people, especially men, because she's beautiful and looks hard to get, a little challenge that every guy looks for. Especially the guys that are in here, but she's mine now. So no one gets to look at her like that.

"Hi, I'm Hana," my girlfriend introduces herself, like she doesn't know that this man here already knows her. But I don't blame her, she lacks in socializing skills with men like him.

"Such a pretty name," he flirts and I hate it.

I look into his eyes with a look away before you I snap your neck type of gaze. And the guy is smart enough to understand as he chuckles.

"Go in, get some drink. Jae Sung is waiting for you," he says and then walks past us, not looking at Hana again.

"Listen-" I start but Hana cuts me.

"Yeah I know. You're going to give the same lecture on 'Stay close to me, don't take any drink from a stranger, even if you need to pee, you need to take me with you, if any guy even looks at you for more than a second, tell me' blah blah, right?" she says and then smiles at me.

I literally want to take her back to my car and fuck this attitude out of her, but I stay calm, leashing my urge in the back of my mind.

" You've grown smarter, huh? "I smirk.

" Have to be. I'm the future leader of Blue Stones' girlfriend, "she winks at me.

" That's right, " I nod in admiration. I love her being confident.

She isn't going to take any guy's shit in here, I'm confident of that now. But yeah, I still need her to abide to a few things that I told her before she left the house with me.

Some bass boosted version of a hip hop song is rattling the floor beneath our feet as we pass by the people and waiters to get to the main area of the huge club that's owned by Jae Sung.

I hate to admit it but I admire the influence that Jae Sung has throughout the country and beyond. A big owned company, a large notorious gang dealing in weaponry, drugs, and lines of restaurants, bars and clubs that are under his name. He has his influence in every big field. And I feel immensely proud that I'll be there one day.

I'll have it all, and even more than him one day. My father's company and this gang. I'm going to expand the empire to great extends.

I'll be the most powerful man of the country by the time I'll reach Jae Sung's age.

And not gonna lie, it'll all be possible because of this gang. Only I know how much hardwork it took to be at the position where I am right now, but now that I am, nothing can take this away from me.

I have a dazzling future, and I'm never letting this go. Never.

One arm secured around my girl tightly, I walk towards my boss, who I don't really like much because I suspect him.

I'm very much excited to know who the fuck is behind my back and tried to trick Hana all those weeks back. And like Seokjin said, we'd know who the fucker is by the dawn. He's probably at it right now and I'm on edge.

There are perks of having personal people for work that are outside the gang because no one knows what I'm secretly doing. It gives me a little more privacy and power to be my own man.

"He probably hates me," Hana speaks by my side, looking at Jae Sung as we're nearing him.

Jae Sung is sitting by the bar with a drink in his hand. Whiskey, neat. His favorite. He's not looking into my direction, a woman by his side with flirty looks tries to stick her almost naked body to him.

"Hate is a very strong word, my peach. But why would you think that?" I ask her.

She shrugs, "I don't know. I think that he thinks that I'm a distraction for you."

I don't deny it. I know Jae Sung thinks that. He has confronted me a few times with the issue but only I know me and I know that Hana can be anything but a bad influence.

"You're not my distraction, Hana. At least not a negative one," I say, assuring her.

"Really? Don't I distract you, just a little bit?" she prompts.

"Oh you do, you do distract me but not in a negative way. When I'm in work, I know what my priority is," I tell her and just like that we reach my boss.

"Jae Sung," I call his name before I take a seat next to him.

"Jungkook, my diamond," he smiles and whispers something into the ear of the woman next to him.

I look at Hana as she takes the seat next to me. She pulls her chair very close to mine so that she's sitting next to me, holding my hand in hers. I see her eyeing the woman Jae Sung is whispering to.

I don't know if she's in awe by that woman or is cautious, but she just looks at her with big eyes.

The woman leaves the bar after giving a nod and bright smile to Jae Sung. I don't have my eyes on her but I look at the man in front of me as his eyes watches her curvy body walk away from him. One can tell that he is not committed to one woman just by how his eyes watch other women.

"What would you like to drink?" Jae Sung asks, basically shouts, over the loud music.

"Whatever you're drinking," I tell him and he smirks.

He orders the same whiskey for me as I turn my attention to my girl. I caress her bare thigh with my hand that she's keeping on her lap, holding it.

"What would you like?" I ask her.

"I don't know. Beer?" she says, being on a safer side.

That's what I order for her.

I look at the people around. The guys that I see here are all from the gang, the ones I don't recognise must be from Jae Sung's side related to the mafia. They're enjoying the moment. Drinks in hand, drugs on tables, women in their lap. I can see them kissing each other, some probably has their dicks inside the women they have sitting on their laps. This is the least weird thing that happens in these parties.

The DJ blows loud songs. I see them dancing, dirty on the floor. Laughing, hooting. Having the time of their lives.

My eyes wander to locate my boys but I don't really see them yet. Maybe they aren't here yet or maybe not in this space. I can guess that they're in bathrooms or the rooms upstairs fucking the night away.

"I've been waiting for your arrival," Jae Sung speaks and slides me the glass of whiskey that he ordered for me.

The bartender serves beer to Hana. She's quite. Either she's awkward around Jae Sung or already tired of being here, in this conversation.

"Oh? And why is that?" I ask, taking a sip from the whiskey. I frown deep at the bitter burn that warms my throat. Jae Sung always drinks this bitter whiskey, and I'm not used to it yet, but I have to admit. It blows my mind.

"Courtesy of you being the future leader, you should know the new talent we got this year," he says and I know he's hinting towards the new guys he must have recruited into the gang.

"Is there any promising one?" I ask, taking another sip.

"Yes, there is," Jae Sung's eyes shine up and I know that this new guy has literally impressed him.

Just in cue, the woman that was in his arms a few minutes back walks back to the bar, but this time she has a young guy with her.

Is this the new talent that has impressed Jae Sung?

This guy does look promising but I don't let looks fool me easily. He has a sturdy built, great confidence, a major narcissist personality. He walks like he owns the place. His eyes are dark, yet they shine to be part of this new world.

I have no idea what his background is but he'll be carved out into a monster soon. The clean guy look of his will not be same anymore and I kind of can't wait to see him being carved into one.

"Jungkook, meet Jung Matthew," Jae Sung introduces the new guy.

"How old is he?" I ask.

"Eighteen, young and uncarved. Yet I see huge potential," he answers.

"I do trust you in these," I say. Jae Sung has this ability to always choose the best guys for the gang.

"Hi, Jung Matthew. Are you somehow related to the Jung law firm?" I ask as I extend my hand for him to shake.

He's sturdy with it too. Interesting.

"Yes, my father owns the firm," he answers.

I nod with a smirk, "What are you studying here, Matthew?"

"Law," he answers and I chuckle.

"Studying law, before you break each one of them? Interesting," I say.

"Makes it easier, sir," he smirks.

"Just call me Jungkook. You do have potential," I nod, looking at Jae Sung. He shrugs, never doubting his skills.

"It's an opportunity to train with you. Mr. Park adores your work in the gang," Matthew says.

"Of course he does. I'm the irreplaceable, aren't I?" i ask Jae Sung, taking another sip from the whiskey.

"Yeah, sure," he scoffs.

"So, is he promising?" he asks me and I look at Matthew who doesn't wander his eyes around, just looks at me.

"He seems relatively capable. Competent and focused. He could be a valuable addition to the gang, if he stays loyal," I answer.

"What's your way to check his loyalty then?" Jae Sung asks.

Matthew's gaze turn a little challenging as he waits for my response.

"How about I create a false sense of security? Give him a task to complete. If he fails, he's useless. If he passes, I can trust him a bit," I tip my chin up.

Jae Sung hums. Matthew doesn't back away, not a flicker of fear in his eyes. He straightens his spine up for the task I'll give him.

" I'm ready to prove my competence, "he says.

" I need you to do something for me, Matthew, "I say.

" I'll do it, "he says, without knowing his task.

" I need you to follow someone for me. Find out as much about them as possible. I need information on their location, their habits, their schedule, everything. Even the things that not even his family knows, every dirty little secret. Squash it out by any method, "I say.

" Who is it? "he asks, not a tinge of hesitation.

I gesture him to come closer to me so that no one else by the bar hears me. Matthew doesn't hesitate again as he comes closer. His ear near mouth as I whisper.

" Park Jae Sung. "

Matthew stands to his full height, looking at me with a smirk. I raise my eyebrow at him.

"Would you?" I ask him.

"Challenge accepted," he says.

"Great. You'll report to Jae Sung with every detail in two weeks," I say.

He bites inner side of his cheek. I know he's cursing me in his head. But I think this is the best challenge he can get because oh, Jae Sung is full of surprises.

"Sure," he still agrees.

"You can go now, Matthew" I say and he turns around after nodding at Jae Sung to leave the space.

Once he's out of our sight, Jae Sung speaks.

"I just know you said my name," he says, taking the last sip of whiskey from his glass.

The bartender asks for refill but Jae Sung refuses.

"I don't know, did I?" I ask, sarcasm dripping my voice.

"You're a fucking asshole I can't lose," he chuckles.

"I know, dear boss," I hide the smile that I want to give him.

He gets up from his seat and sets the suit that he's wearing. He excuses himself after giving a look to Hana sitting next to me. I don't really decipher that look but I think it's probably because he didn't actually expect Hana to accompany me tonight.

When he's walking away from us, I finally get the opportunity to look at my side at my girlfriend. The big glass of beer that was filled once is now halfway empty. Her cheeks are pink now and she's looking at me with stars in her eyes, quite literally.

"Have to say," she speaks louder over the music, "You're so hot dealing with this... gang stuff."

"I should bring you to more of these parties then. Impressive to see you finding me hot in subtle moments," I say.

"You're such a narcissist," she chuckles.

"Call it what you want, baby," I shrug.

The place fills with loud hoots as the DJ starts playing dance numbers. Many of the guys with the girls join the dance floor as they throw their hands up, laughing as they start dancing.

"Come, let's dance," Hana says as she stands up.

She takes my hand and pulls me. I don't really dance. Like why would I? I have always been the one who watches these guys have fun. Even when it's my own party, I'm always standing by the railing looking at them having the time of their life. I feel that's what is actually meant for me.

Dance has never excited me, especially with someone else but right now, as Hana looks at me with those big eyes and flushed cheeks of hers, I know that I can't say no to her.

This woman is turning me into a whole new thing.

"Now don't be a grump, come on!" she shouts over the loud music, pulling my hand again.

I sigh, there's no way I'm going to make her feel disappointed in me.

I stand up and say, "Lead the way, baby."

"Yes!" she shouts as she jumps on her feet as she drags me with her.

She leads me through the big crowd of the people to reach the dance floor. Loud hoots surround us with even louder music. Fuck, I think my ears are already ringing and my sight is blinded by these bright lights.

"What's this?!" Hana shouts over the music to ask a waiter that was just passing by us with a tray in his hand. There are some shots kept on it.

"It's tequila," the waiter answers, loud enough for us to hear.

"Oh, I need one," Hana picks one up before I could even stop her.

Tequilas are alcoholic and I know Hana doesn't have much of a tolerance for this stuff.

"Hana, you're not supposed to drink this," I warn her.

"Fuck, it's so mind blowing," she giggles and goes for another one, but I stop her.

"Why? I just want another one. I'm not drunk, Jungkook!" she shouts at me.

I gesture the waiter to leave before Hana throws a tantrum here.

"Not yet. I want you to be fully conscious, Hana. I told you this place can be dangerous for you," I remind her.

"Nothing will happen to me, Jungkook. I have you," she tells me, looking into my eyes.

"Come with me," I say and now I'm leading her to the dance floor where we were actually headed to.

"Dance with me, my peach," I say and pull her body closer to mine.

I have my hands in her waist, her body flushes against mine as I begin to move with the music, my gaze fixed on hers with a mixture of possession and dark intensity.

The bright lights blacken my view with all the flickering but I can still look at her angelic face. She's looking up at me into my eyes as her hands wrap around my neck and she sways her hips with the music.

I hold her tighter, my touch rough and possessive as I move with the loud and fast-paced music, my eyes never leaving hers. The lights and sounds are loud and overwhelming but i ignore them all, focused only on the feeling of her body against mine as i move to the beat.

I see dark intensity in her own eyes too. They're half closed. I can tell she's getting consumed by the music and I like to see her losing her mind in this moment.

There are other boys and girls around us, dancing but it feels like it's just me and her on this stage and I'm feeling her so close to my body.

My hands wander around her skin. The backless dress gives me so much access to her smooth skin. I touch her and she shudders, I see her mouth parting as she takes in shallow breathes but keep on moving to the beat.

She throws her head back, feeling the music move her body and I see her becoming a hot mess.

I pull her body closer to mine, my body grinding against hers as I continue to move to the music. I grip her waist tightly, my touch turning needy as i press her even closer to me, drowning out everything else except for the sound of her rapid heartbeat.

She looks back up at me and I take my face closer to her face. My mouth is near her ear. She trembles as my breath fans her sensitive ear. I bite on her earlobe softly.

I hear her moan out my name.

"You're so damn breathtaking," I compliment her and she doesn't stop moving to the rhythm with me.

My eyes burned with an euphoric fire as i hold her tightly, my face now buried in her hair. I inhale deeply, taking in her scent as I move with her. I am lost in the feeling of her in his arms, the music and lights around me completely forgotten as I'm focused only on her.

Hana looks so free in my arms. Her eyes shining with happiness. I take advantage of her position as I turn her around and press her back against my chest . My hand grips her waist again , pulling her even closer against me as I press my hardening dick against her ass. My breathing is erratic as I felt her body against mine.

The way she moves, she grinds my dick with her ass. She knows it. She knows what she's doing, her neck is turning red right in front of me, but she doesn't stop. I don't want her to stop either.

All my attention is on her, on how her body feels against mine. The world seems like a blur.

Hana throws her head back on my shoulder and I snuggle against her.

"I feel hot, Jungkook," she whispers in my ear.

I smirk at her words, my touch becoming more needy and desperate on her waist, my breath hot against her hair.

"Yeah? Are you hot, my peach? Are you craving me right now? " I ask her.

"Fuck," she curses out.

I chuckle.

"I can feel you getting desperate for me," I turn her around to face me.

My one hand cups her cheek while other rests above her ass. She looks at me with needy eyes. Her eyes wander down to my lips and then up to my eyes before she gulps.

"Kiss me, Jungkook," she says.

I smirk as we both stop moving, my lips hovering over hers.

"You want me to kiss you, baby? You want me that bad?" I tease her

"Yes, Kook," she moans out and I lose the last shred of sanity that I didn't even know existed.

I don't think twice again as I crash my lips on hers and kiss her, my hand from her face travel up to tangle in her hair as i pull her even closer. My lips move roughly against hers, desperate and possessive as i deepen the kiss.

She's whining against my mouth and I hold her even tighter to me, my tongue explores her mouth with greedy urgency.

My lips press against her lips harder, my teeth gently bit her lower lip before I slip my tongue into her mouth, exploring every inch of it with a deep hum.

She softly shakes in my arms. I love how submissive she is when in my hold.

Suddenly the thought of dancing and people around us disappear from me for a moment and all I can think about is her mouth on mine.

My hand squeezes her one ass cheek. So badly I want to just say fuck it and tear her clothes off her, fuck her right in front of everyone. And if only I had a thing for voyeurism, I'd do it. I'd claim her right in front of everyone but I decide to follow the decorum. Sticking to only kiss her pretty sinful mouth.

The kiss deepens, growing more heated and passionate as my tongue swirls over hers with a possessive hunger. My arms wraps around her tight, keeping her pressed against my chest while i keep her safe and standing on the floor, as I can sense her knees buckling.

I pull back from her for a moment to see her panting already, a tiny trail of drool is flowing down her chin. Her hair are messy but she looks way more beautiful now. Her lipstick smeared, probably on me too. I don't really mind.

"Let's get out of here," I say and hold her hand.

I'm getting painfully hard, I do not have it in me to control the urge any longer. I just want to take her to my car and do her right then and there. Need is desperately dripping inside my body.

"Wait," she stops me.

Then she says something but I can't hear as the hoots grow louder.

"What?" I shout over the music as I pull her with me, out of the crowd to listen to her clearly.

"I wanna pee!" she tells me again, louder for me to hear.

I look at her. I've heard it's better to have sex with your bladder full though, I'd love to try it on her.

She seems to read my mind and shakes her head.

"I really need to use the restroom," she pleads, shifting on her legs.

I grab her hand and begin leading her off the dance floor, my hold still protective and tight on her hand. I weave through the crowd, leading her towards the bathroom.

Once we reach the bathroom, I sigh in relief to see no big line awaiting us.

I look back at Hana to look at her flushed face, her eyes looking at me with need. I can't resist myself when I'm with her. I need to touch her, feel her, kiss her, hold her all the damn time. It's so sickening. But I can't get enough.

I push open the bathroom door, glancing around to make sure it is empty before pulling her into the room. I shut the door behind me, locking it with a click.

"Jungkook-" she tries to scold me but I don't give a damn. I need to kiss her again, bury myself deep inside her. I do not care if she makes a mess on me.

I push her delicate body behind, towards the wall and capture her lips in a rough kiss, my body towering over hers and trapping her against the wall. She moans against my lips.

I hold her arms, touching her soft skin, before I lift them up. Both her arms are held securely in my tight hold above her head with my one palm. She pushes against my body whining in the kiss.

My kiss is desperate and powerful, my other hand grips her waist tightly for a second before I travel it downwards to get to her pulsating heat.

The very moment my finger touches her cunt through her thin lace panties, she shakes in her place. My thoughts are reduced to a desperate and hungry desire for her, the sounds of the party outside completely blocks out by the sounds of her desperate moans.

My tongue enters her mouth for a second before she pulls away.

"Mmh, I really need to pee," she whispers and my fingers touch her clothed cunt, up and down.

She moans again but then giggles, "No, please."

I chuckle, stuffing my face by her neck, inhaling her vanilla and peaches scent. I bite her neck softly and she gasps.

"Jungkook, please, you need to get out," she insists.

I look up into her eyes.

"You can do it in front of me, I don't mind, baby," I tell her, not getting enough of her. Plus I do not want her to get out of my sight for even a moment.

"No, that's gross," she cringes, her face folding into a scowl.

I stop touching her wetting cunt but don't back away. Instead I adore her face for a moment. But I can tell how much of urgency is she in so i don't prolong it for her.

"Alright," I sigh, though not liking the thought of not touching her. I'm so down bad. Fuck.

"I'll give you your moment but I'm standing right out there, not going far. Yell when you're done, yeah?" I tell her.

"OK," she nods.

I peck her lips hard for the time and then open the door of the bathroom. Stepping out, I hear Hana closing the door herself.

I sigh and lean by the wall, waiting for her to be finished with her business.

I tap my foot on the floor, humming to the tune of the music that's blasting on the speakers as I wait for her as patiently as I can. She has turned me desperate and she turned me off immediately too.

All I can do it just stand her, waiting for her to get out of this door and maybe just call me in-

Gross liquid pours onto my skin on arms, neck and some of face, drenching my leather jacket as a man stumbles upon me, peacefully standing at my place.

"What the fuck, dude?" I curse out, pushing the guy away.

He's drunk, a bottle of some alcohol in his hand. I don't even know if he's from our gang but he's so out of his mind.

He has come out the men's restroom that's built right next to the women's one. Why the fuck did he take the bottle in there?

"I'm sooooo sorry, dude~" he sings the sorry and I am grossed out by him.

He laughs out loud before he walks away from me and I stand here drenched in this foul smell.

OH my fucking lord.

What the fuck was this man drinking?!

I growl in frustration as the man leaves, the strong smell of alcohol clinging to my clothes. This smells like fucking dog shit. I so badly want to gag at how awful this smells and at the very thought I can feel it's drops running down my skin making my skin crawl.

I can't take it. I need to get rid of this pungent smell.

The fuck? Was this man drinking someone's piss?

I sigh, running my hand through my hair in frustration. I don't really want to leave this spot, I want to stay close, but this smell is getting stronger and stronger.

"Fucking hell," I curse out and then knock at Hana's door.

She yells out a yes from inside.

"Stay inside until I tell you to come out, OK?" I inform her.

"Why? What happened? Are you ok?" she bombards me with questions.

"Yes, feels like I have to use men's room real quick," I tell her, trying my best to not smell this awful thing on me.

"Yeah sure, I'm here," she says and I nod to myself.

I reluctantly step away from the spot I was standing in to walk towards the men's room. Luckily, it's not occupied. I step inside and close the door.

I take my leather jacket off. I don't think I need it anymore, lucky enough most of that god awful liquid was poured on this, it basically saved my t shirt from getting drenched.

I toss the jacket into the dustbin. I'll have to buy a new one.

Turning the tap on, I let the cold water to pour on my hands as I wash them first and then wash my arms, my neck and my face.

It takes me few seconds to feel a little clean. I exhale out in frustration, my body is desperate to go back to Hana. I finish rinsing myself off and leave the restroom. The smell of that alcohol was gone, but I still have the need to be back home and thoroughly clean my body. Guess we'll leave just now.

I walk back towards the ladies bathroom, the door is locked like I instructed her to keep.

I knock on the door, calling out her name.

"Hana?" I yell over the soft music, enough for her to hear.

But I do not hear any response from inside.

I frown, knocking the door, calling out her name louder.

Still there's no response.

My heart beat fastens as I try the door's lock, it's not opening. I take a deep breathe and again call for her or anyone in there.

"Is anyone in there?" I shout but no response, again.

Panic sets in and my vision whitens. Suddenly my body turns cold, though sweat forms all over my skin.

This ground hunching feeling of something being terribly wrong comes into my brain like a huge tsunami, making my stomach churn.

I can't wait for a single second anymore, I'm fucking desperate, to see her and know that she is safe.

I step back. I don't give a fuck if someone is actually in there or not. I exhale out loud and with a swift and rough kick, the door crash open.

My eyes quickly scan around to find Hana.

There's no one in here.

The door was fucking locked without anyone.

This doesn't make sense. Nothing is right.

I quickly rush out, scanning the area quickly, looking for any sign of her.

I scramble my hand into the pocket of my Jean to fish out my phone. I can check her location through it.

I try to calm my heartbeat and slightly tremoring hands.

Fuck, she's ok. She has to be!

Calming my harsh breathing, I locate for her own phone.

A sigh leaves my mouth when I find that it's working.

The sensor shows that her phone is not near here. It's probably outside of the club area.

I am quick on my feet as i run towards the entrance of the club. I keep my eye on the sensor being shown on my phone to see if I'm close.

I'm praying to every power up there in the universe. I just need to know she's safe. I don't want to feel this unsettling feeling.

As i near the entrance, I look at Theo standing there with a cigarette in his fingers as he blows the smoke out. He looks at me rushing down the stairs of the entrance.

"Woah, Jungkook! What's the rush?" he asks and I don't answer. I can't. I need to get to the location that I'm seeing before it's too late.

So I run, faster now.

I follow the direction towards where her phone is located.

I think it's in the parking area. The location shows near by it.

I run on the track given and eventually enter the parking lot. I run past the cars with hammering heart beat which threatens to leave my throat any second now.

I try to find the exact location, looking around for her. For a tiny glimpse of her.

I stop at the point where the tracker is showing. I'm huffing for air, sweating immensely but that's my least concern right now.

"Hana," I call her name.

"Jungkook, what happened, dude? You ok?" Theo stops right next to me as he pants.

I think he sensed something is wrong when he saw me running out like that.

"Hana's missing," I whisper and I call her name out again, looking around.

It's eerily silent. There's no one here except us two. Nothing but rows and rows of cars in dimly lit parking.

"What? Tell me you had a tracker on her," he says, himself concerned, looking around.

I nod looking at my phone again. This is the exact place where it's showing.

I look around carefully and see a trashbin right next to where I'm standing.

My eyebrows furrow as I move near the bin and my phone shows a green dot on the screen, indicating that I'm at the exact place.

"Fucking hell," I whisper through gritted teeth as I topple over the trash bin.

I see a phone among all the trash.

My brain throbs in denial as I pick the phone up and inspect it.

"Is this hers?" Theo asks.

It's Hana's.

There's a Polaroid picture of her birthday in the phone case.

My stomach hits the rock bottom in shreds.

No.

She's in danger.

"Goddammit!" I curse out loud.

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So the catch is. If we reach the goal my Sunday, I'll double update. If not, then only one chapter will be released.

~Aster🌸