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SIXTEENTH CHAPTER
2016

"you wanting a sign is a sign."

//

Sahar freezes when daring, rich Jungkook looks at her.

out of all the people in the room, why did he look at her?

she turns around in her spinning stool rapidly and chugs her brown drink, not knowing what else to do. the slow, agonising burn down her throat makes her regret her action.

"do you know him?" Jimin questions. he's eager for her to reply, waiting with pursued lips and narrowed eyes. Sahar hates to admit how intimidated she is, from the way he's sat- one leg crossed over the other to the way he's looking at her, as if to say how dare you even look at the male species.

"no i don't." Sahar lies. oh sweet honey you have no idea.

"why was he looking at you then?" Jimin asks frustratedly. his hands clench into fists in his lap as he waits for an explanation. one that satisfies him. "he never looks at-"

"i don't know Jimin!" Sahar answers- fed up of him already.

"how do you know my name?"

oh fuck.

the female looks at him with fear. she makes a mental note to learn how not to fuck up. Sahar's pretty sure Jimin can sense her fear.

"he's right behind you!" Sahar lies and points behind Jimin, making him think Jungkook is behind him. he isn't and as soon as Jimin turns his head, Sahar runs away upstairs.

she smiles when she succeeds in tricking him and takes the stairs. the first floor of the busy club is better for her mentally. there's less noise and she needs space. Sahar's mind is running in circles with her messy thoughts.

the eye contact meant nothing between her and Jungkook.

he doesn't know her.

there's empty rooms on the first floor. Sahar couldn't help her curiosity as she opened each door, accidentally walking in on a rowdy couple. shit sorry- she muttered before closing the door and walking away.

the curious girl who's in need of a distraction, finds an office at the end of the corridor. it's oddly open. Sahar runs her hand down the numerous books on shelves, glancing at the closed window and it's curtains before making her way to the scattered desk.

at the front of the desk, it states Jeon Jungkook in bold italics on a metal slate. so it's his desk? his office?

Sahar looks around the large wooden desk, noticing closed drawers, pen lids on the surface, piles of paper and a glass of unfinished whiskey. she has no idea what she's looking for but feels like she might find something.

"is there a reason why you're here?" an alluring voice clears their throat behind Sahar, making her jump. she really thought people would be too busy getting drunk and dancing to notice her snooping around.

of course, it's the person who's office it belongs to- Jungkook.

the young man stands at the opened door, arms crossed and one foot over the other. he leans his fine body against the frame as he observes startled Sahar with careful, distracted eyes- eyelashes fluttering and copper liquid swimming in orbs she wants to get lost in. his blazer is still on his vast chest, long tie loosened as he raises his brows.

no- slips from Sahar's lips as she tries her best to maintain eye contact. "i was bored so i was looking around. i'm guessing this is your office. i'm sorry for intruding." she speaks clearly. fake it until you make it right?

"that is correct." Jungkook states, standing up straight before closing the door behind him, creating a loud sound in the quiet atmosphere.

"this is a nice club you have." Sahar mentions. she isn't lying. she likes the vintage style of the club- spinning stools, neon lights and jukebox. it's unique and eye catching.

"thank you." Jungkook says, voice gentle as he stays stood in the same place. his hands fiddle with the silver rings on his fingers before taking them off carefully, placing them on top of a table. "fan of the old eras are you?"

"yes i like what you've done here."

"and i like what i'm looking at right now."

Sahar gulps harshly at his words. it wasn't this easy in her previous life. her body turns hot at his statement, she's blushing furiously and her insides have turned into surprised butterflies.

Jungkook is in front of her now. lips holding an interested smirk, eyes looking into hers as the obscure intensity of his orbs makes Sahar shiver. he's entirely focused on her. he takes a step closer, their bodies inches away from touching, caving in and he takes the paper she was holding, out of her dainty hands.

"what's your name?" Jungkook questions.

Sahar suddenly feels emotional because she's reminded of the first time he asked her the same question- back in high school, eyes gleaming with innocence as he approached her.

"Sahar."

"what a beautiful name."

"thank you." Sahar murmurs, sensing the tension between them. it's electrifying, sensual and oddly caring. she's never thought much of her given name but she wants daring Jungkook to say it over and over again.

the young man hums in response, appreciating the way Sahar reacts to him- goosebumps, flustered looks and a bitten, reddening lip. Jungkook traps her against the occupied desk.

"what intention did you come with tonight Sahar?" the lustful mind of Jeon Jungkook asks her softly. Sahar doesn't know how to answer. the only clear intention she had was finding him.

the conflicted girl uses Jimin's excuse. "to get your attention. did it work?"

"it sure as hell did love."

and Sahar feels a million stars explode in her stomach when Jungkook kisses her. she can't believe it. she doesn't want to believe it. regardless of her moral thoughts, she kisses him back- a vivid connection forming.

before the strangers know it, Sahar's back is on the leather couch, Jungkook hovering above her as his lips take dominance. Sahar forgets everything about her mission, Jimin's obsession and Yoongi's hugs because all she can focus on is her fingers intertwined in a mop of blonde hair.

//

"thank you."

Sahar opens her olive eyes, squinting as the dim lights hit her. she looks towards standing Jungkook who voiced those two polite, formal words. after looking around, she's lying on the couch- the same couch they just...

Jungkook smiles at her, a sweet smile forming on coral, tasteful lips before he gets dressed with silent movements- slipping on his blazer, tying his belt and wearing his shoes. the smile creates a frenzy in her chest, wide and joyful as his hair sits messily.

Sahar doesn't know why he's thanking her. she just watches the billionaire leave, shaking out his shoulders with no intention of seeing her again.

what the hell just happened?

Sahar clenches her eyes shut when she sees her clothes on the floor. why does she not remember anything? did that voice in her head really get rid of the one, heavenly moment?

she gets dressed, feeling pathetic and embarrassed. Jungkook didn't even say bye to her, he thanked her. Sahar folds the blanket she was using, neatly before placing it on the now, scarred couch. she just had a one night stand with a billionaire.

a part of Sahar feels giddy. she remembers bits and pieces but not the whole act. she tries her best to remember as she walks downstairs.

fading memories of her tugging Jungkook's hair, his slender fingers interlocking with hers, him above her, him whispering her name-

her wandering thoughts come to a halt when Jimin approaches her. bothered Sahar notices how muted and vacant the club surroundings now are, it's less busy than before.

"you slut! you used me." Jimin speaks in a tone so vulgar and rude that Sahar frowns. he doesn't suit this. "you stole my intention, you stole my man."

"it's not nice to call someone a slut." and Sahar walks away.

the phone in her jacket pocket indicates a message notification.

what she sees makes her heart shake.

TAEHYUNG
i'm picking you up

TAEHYUNG
why didn't you come home?