Booze filled his vision every time he turned his head, along with its intoxicating odour mixed with the disgusting smell of human sweat that entered his lungs with every whiff. He could see people grinding against each other as if there was no before and no beyond. He ordered for a refill as he continued watching the petty source of entertainment being displayed in front of him.

"New here?" His eyes met a pair of adorningly potent purple ones and he felt himself losing in them gradually.

"No. Just late, I believe." He slurred, moving towards the owner of the voice which had caught his attention. He found it amusing when she smiled and looked away. "Jungkook." He spoke.

"Lyla." She pronounced, catching his attention even more. What he could definitely tell about Lyla was that she was bound to be heard and paid attention to, no soul could ignore her presence even in a hall filled with a crowd.

"I've been observing you for a while. Break-up?" She raised her brows, waiting for a response when Jungkook chuckled, catching her off-guard.

"Unattached." He made his point clear, he could see that in her eyes and the small 'great' that left her mouth was all the more titillating.

"So?" He recalled being asked this question many times. The next moment he was on top of her, pinning her against the soft mattress, in his little hideout, as she squealed with excitement. Her laughter inebriated him and he made his resolve to pleasure her to the extent that she'd forget all her previous encounters.

His slow approach to her lips aroused her and although untouched, as of yet, she felt funny between her legs. When their lips met Jungkook was determined to take her by surprise as he smooched her hungrily, tasting her like a hungry soul would cherish the smallest bite of any delicacy.

She moaned, his tarse throbbed. There was an unsaid control of the sounds she let out over the way he felt inside the tight jeans he wore. Heaven was when her knee started rubbing against the material and slow tingles tickled his member.

Hell dawned when she managed to exchange their positions without breaking their smooch, and started opening the buttons of his silk shirt excruciatingly slow. Her hips grinded against his clothed throbbing member that asked for mercy. A groan of satisfaction left him when she pulled down his pants, freedom, and a low grunt was exhibited when her full lips surrounded his penis.

His eyes rolled back as her lips dropped down on him. She pulled away and he sucked in a deep breath, eyes shut in appeasement. A wavering breath left him in response to her tongue swirling around his tip. He shuddered under her incomplete kisses and when he couldn't take more of the tiring torture, he took a handful of her hair, making sure that he didn't hurt her in the process, and guided her along his penis.

"Yes. It is your duty to tell me about every single detail you get to know about me."

His physical pleasure was disturbed when he remembered the actual reason he had entered a club after a long while. Youra.

Did they fight? He couldn't say yes but he wouldn't say no. He'd rather term it as an argument. It was natural that she'd get possessive over her boyfriend but her vigilance had started to bug him in no time. Seeing her stand against his frivolous action in an irksome manner, that too for a man she did not even remember of, only annoyed him as well.

"Do you know how messed up he would've felt?"

Her voice rang in his ears again and he loathed the fact that he couldn't focus on his moment of pleasure anymore. He felt raged. So much that he abruptly stopped Lyla from sucking him and pushed her against the bed with more force than intended. He struggled to pull off her short dress, fidgeting with the zipper.

Once he stripped her, he placed his face near her thighs, slowly and agonisingly making his way to her entrance while peppering wet kisses against her soft skin.

"Shit." She moaned.

"Kim Taehyung is my boyfriend. When were you planning to tell me that?"

He bit her skin, attacking her vagina with his tongue right after.

"My emotions aren't a joke. His' aren't a joke either. Why didn't you tell me before?"

He started to devour her even hungrily. When she grabbed a handful of his hair, slightly pulling at the roots to tell him how good he made her feel, he loved the pain. For a moment he could see their argument slipping out of his thoughts, and all he could see was Lyla.

"But I feel like I really loved him. When I heard his name, a hurricane of emotions filled me. I was afraid I'd break down if I saw his face. But the fact that you hid it from me unnerves me, Jungkook. Not even when I saw those pictures you dared to tell me!"

He knew it was her anger speaking, maybe some disappointment, too. But he didn't have any answers to her questions. He would never know why couldn't he tell her. Work was one reason, he was always occupied with some new information coming up and he knew it was a frail excuse, it wasn't even true.

And all he could say was that he just couldn't do it. Not because he didn't find it necessary but because it bugged him. And it shook him. His grounds, his opinion.

It was all gratuitous, he had known. Eventually, it would burn down into ashes and as it burnt with a brilliant flame one would never know that it wasn't the passionate, red flame of love but rather the forbidden, grey flame of their end. He had known it all too well.

Frustrated, he let go of Lyla.

She pulled herself on her elbows, staring at the man in front of her with a question mark on her face. "What's up?"

He sat up straight, pulled his pants up and whispered a sorry before making his way to the restroom.

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He was thankful to Lyla because instead of complaining she decided to be forbearing. She didn't react poorly.

"Unattached but infatuated?" She had questioned, giving him a soft smile, as she got dressed.

"No, not that." He had replied. "It's something else."

He knew she wanted to inquire further, but he changed the subject and offered to drop her home instead.

Done with the job, he decided to head back home himself. He realised that instead of stomping out he could've been more considerate and apologised. Youra's worries weren't wrong and her questions were accurate, too, but it was his little brain that had messed up everything. He made a mental note to do it the first thing in the morning.

While parking his car in the driveway he noticed that the lights were off. He thought she must've slept by then. He switched on his phone. 1:53 am, it read.

He tried to be as quiet as possible while closing the door because God knows why it made such a startling sound.

But he froze when he turned around. There she was, dozing on the dining table as her head rested against her palm. The lights in the kitchen were left to actuate. Visibly she had been waiting for him.

She mumbled something in her sleep, likely to be seeing a nightmare again, but he wished it was a beautiful dream. 

Just like her.

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