Rina had the feeling that someone was spinning a drill in the back of her neck. "What is he doing here anyway?" she thought, pretending to listen to what Emin was saying in her ear. He was nice and funny, and she really wanted to pay attention to him. But her eyes darted to the booth, Jungkook and the woman sitting on his lap.
"Rina?" she blinked confusedly and looked at Emin. "How about a dance?" he offered her his hand, and she nodded, letting him lead her to the dance floor. Emin's hands slid over her body, and she slowly began to move to the beat of the music, closing her eyes and trying to forget about Jungkook's burning gaze. But all she achieved was to feel his touch, to feel his lips, to smell him. Her body reacted to her imagination and pressed against the man next to her, turning her back and shaking her hips invitingly, she slid over his body slowly and arousingly as her hands slid over his chest and abdomen. Emin leaned over and hid his face in her neck as her body slid upward and she tilted her head, resting it on his shoulder. Her hands clasped behind his neck as her ass literally rubbed against his groin, provoking him. He lowered his hands and his fingers dug into her thighs, caressing them upward, almost lifting the hem of the silver satin dress, which left room for the male imagination, revealing the curve of her breasts and slender back.
Rina was quickly overwhelmed with excitement, her smooth movements becoming more and more provocative. Her hands moved over the man's body, her lips parted slightly, longing for his kisses. The only problem was that in her mind, the man was different.

Jungkook clenched his jaw. His eyes pierced the couple, and he found it difficult to restrain himself. His fists clenched and he nearly hit the woman who was currently trying to reach for the zipper of his pants and pull out his horny cock.And he was aroused, he felt like he was going to explode, but the reason was the woman wrapping herself like a snake around the man who didn't even suspect he was millimeters from death. With each passing minute, Jungkook became more and more aroused, and his jealousy became more and more dangerous.
His eyes met those of Seokjin, who was currently leaning against the bar, watching the couple and him. Jungkook read the warning in his eyes. Jungkook rose and Seokjin pushed away from the bar. They looked at each other from time to time, glancing at the couple, who were still dancing. Seokjin shook his head, warning him to stay away from her. Jungkook gritted his teeth and raised an eyebrow.
His own friend betrayed him, pushing his woman into the arms of another.
However, Seokjin burned with pleasure as he watched Jungkook's growing jealousy. The kid couldn't hold back much longer, he was too excited. "Come on, kid, you know what to do!" he encouraged him mentally and met Emin's gaze, who winked at him and grinned. The plan worked perfectly. Rina didn't suspect anything, drawn to alcohol and music, and Jungkook was currently struggling with Namjoon and Taehyung, who were trying to stop him. He stared with satisfaction at the woman, who reluctantly left Jungkook's lap and hung around Namjoon's neck.
"Let me go!" Jungkook growled, and despite Taehyung's attempts, he pulled away and walked straight toward Rina and the bastard caressing her hot body.
Burning with jealousy, anger, and excitement, Jungkook made his way through the crowd like a bulldozer.
Rina gasped in shock as he pulled hard on her and she slammed into his chest. Jungkook looked down at her. Her eyes burned excitedly, her lips parted slightly, and the tip of her tongue reached out, moistening them.
"Hey ..." Emin pretended to protest, but raised his hands, staring at the muzzle facing him. Jungkook didn't even look at him, captivated by the passion in her eyes. "Jungkook!" Seokjin's voice echoed over the music, and Jungkook glared at him.
"Let her go, kid!" Jin ordered, and Jungkook looked again at Rina, who was breathing heavily in his arms.
"I'll deal with you later, Hyung!" Jungkook growled and slowly backed away, keeping Emin in sight and pulling Rina with him.
Jungkook wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her tightly as they found themselves on the street. He could smell alcohol, her blurred gaze clearly showing that she was drunk, no less than he was.
"You're a damn bastard, Jeon Jungkook!" she hissed, and he smirked.
Too drunk and excited to think about the consequences, she freed herself from his arm around her waist and looked around. The end of her lips twisted into a slight smile as her eyes landed on a dark alley beside them. Rina took his hand, and Jungkook followed curiously.
Sinking into the darkness, she smiled voluptuously and looked at him, facing him. "You ..." Jungkook didn't finish. His back slammed into the brick wall, and her body clung to his. Rising on her toes, she wrapped her arms around his neck and forced him to bend over, biting his lips hungrily.
"Shut your mouth, sir!" she rubbed the last word, and her tongue slid boldly into his mouth. Jungkook growled and turned her so that she was now facing the wall. He stepped back and rested his forehead on hers, breathing hard.
"Is there a problem, Mr. Jeon? Isn't that what you wanted? Or maybe not with me?" her cold voice pierced him. She sighed and shrugged, pushing him away. "Anyway, go back to your whore then!" Rina growled and headed back to the main street.
"Miss Assistant?" she stopped and turned her head slightly without looking at him. "If you think I'll let you go back to that one, it won't happen." he said evenly, gritting his teeth as she laughed, shaking her head. She turned and looked at him mockingly. "There was a time when those words would mean a lot, Mr. Jeon." Jungkook narrowed his eyes and bit his lip angrily. "But that time is long gone!" she hissed as she approached him. Standing close to him, her hands slid across his chest, and she rose again, playfully touching his lips with her tongue. "Then, when the innocent Rina was helpless in the face of her boss's charm, those words would probably work." her lips caressed his and he felt her smile.
Jungkook slid his hands over her body and wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing his hips against hers, trying to deepen the kiss. Her words came to his mind as a challenge, and he was a man who loved to win.
"But, Mr. Jeon, your charm lost his power when you abandoned the wounded and in love Rina that morning. Now you are nothing but an unwanted intruder!" she moaned coldly in his lips and pushed him away, turning her back on him.
Jungkook watched in silence as she walked away and turned in the direction of the club. He gritted his teeth and followed her. "I told you to leave her alone." he stopped and looked at Seokjin, who was leaning against the wall.
"She hates you, Jungkook. Not only does she hate you, she doesn't care about you at all." Seokjin looked at the club, hinting that Rina had returned there, though he knew she had caught the first taxi waiting in front and was already on her way to her apartment.
Jungkook lowered his head and stared at the ground. "You're a fool, kid." Seokjin sighed, shaking his head. "It's time to realize that every master has a master." he looked at Namjoon and Taehyung, who were waiting in silence. "I'll change that, Hyung!" Jungkook raised his head abruptly, and Seokjin looked at him with raised eyebrows, then laughed. "Why, Jungkook, to fuck her and dump her again?" Seokjin asked, and Jungkook bowed his head again. What could he answer? It was him, fucking and leaving, no feelings, no emotions, no intimacy, right?
But he didn't want that anymore, he wanted her, from the beginning, from the moment she sat on the hood of his car to change her shoes. "Help me, Hyung!" he looked at Seokjin, who shook his head. "I'm sorry, kid, I can't and I don't want to." he said, pushing himself away from the wall as he headed for his car. As he passed Namjoon and Taehyung, he looked back at Jungkook. "Take care of him, enough alcohol for tonight." he ordered and they nodded.