The place was filled with blasting music, making people sway their hips to the beat. Some were dancing, some were drinking, while others were trying to find an escape from the harsh reality. The whole area was illuminated with dim, colourful lights, which just helped a little to see the faces of the youngsters.

Amidst the crowd, a girl sat on the stool, drinking her fifth shot. She was able to pull everyone's eyes toward her because of her undeniable aura. A wine red dress hugged her body perfectly, complementing her curves. Her siren eyes held the seduction that could make anyone lose their mind, irrespective of their gender. Her heart-shaped lips matched the colour of her dress, making it look more inviting than ever.

All eyes were on her, but her gaze was fixed on a specific man. He was sitting on one of the couches in the corner of the club, dressed in a black outfit with his hair slicked back, exposing his perfect forehead. His big doe eyes held dominion, and she could feel it from ten feet away. Her eyes took in all his details, from his powerful eyes to his beautiful bow-shaped lips to his prominent jawline.

Hundreds of men were present in that room, but her eyes were stuck on him. The reason was that one common trait he shared with her : Hollowness. It was the hollowness his eyes held, just like her. It felt like he was lonely too, just like her.

His eyes, once again, caught her staring at him. But this time he didn't look away. He stared back, as if he wanted to read her the way she was reading him.

She slowly took steps in his direction, still maintaining eye contact with him. She just wanted to escape from reality, and she would not stop herself because now the so-called reality was pricking her heart.

She sat beside him on the couch without asking for his permission. He didn't attempt to stop her, anyway.

"Messed up life?" she asked while making herself comfortable beside him, her voice coming out invitingly as well. Everything about this woman spoke of seduction and darkness. One wanted to indulge with her but also resisted, seeing her dark aura.

He stared at her blankly, trying to study her every move. Eventually, he sighed and decided to utter some words with his deep, chilling voice, "My life is more messed up than anyone else's."

She let out a bitter chuckle, glancing at him, "Are you sure? Maybe there are many more people who are more screwed than you."

He gave a small, bitter smile, mirroring her expression as he said, "Maybe there are. I guess, one of them is you, too."

She brought her face closer to his, surprised at the fact that he didn't flinch away. The eye contact was getting intense with every passing second. She noticed that he had a lip piercing on the right side of his bottom lip and another one on the same side of his eyebrow. The piercings evoked a different kind of feeling inside her.

"I do have a messed-up life. I'm not loved enough in this world," she said, while staring at his lip piercing. She gulped at the intensity and glanced at his eyes, which were definitely intimidating her more. He knew the impact he had on her. She leaned in more, her breath hovering over his lips, before saying, "Will you help me feel some love?"

Maybe she would have died of embarrassment if she hasn't been drunk. She was in her senses, of course, but her demeanour held a different confidence. She looked into his eyes because of the silence enveloping them.

"I would love to help."

She moved away from him and stood up, while his eyes followed her every movement. She looked at him and said, "Then, let's go."

She walked towards the main hall gate with him following her from behind. He knew what was going to happen, and he wasn't intending to stop it.

***

He looked at her intently while she was booking a room for both of them. She grabbed the card and hinted at him to follow her, which he gladly did.

They were both walking in the hallway and she soon stopped in front of a room. She swiped the card on the door's scanner and held the door open. She looked back at him who was standing a few feet away, staring blankly at the open door.

She raised her eyebrow at him, to which he responded, "Are you sure that you want it? You don't look sober enough."

She chuckled at his response as she replied, "Of course, I'm in my senses. I'm not a fool."

"I just want you to know, once you enter this room, there will be no backing away."

"I won't back away. Why do you care so much? Aren't men always ready to do this?"

He stared blankly at her as he said, "Not every man is like that. I don't want you to regret it in the morning. As I said, my life is quite messed up."

She scoffed at him before saying, "Why will I regret, mister? It's just a one-time thing."

Her response earned a sharp glance from him. He took steps toward her while nodding his head and said, "Yeah, just a one-time thing."

He was already standing in front of her. His eyes were speaking something else compared to his words. They were clearly shouting that this won't be a one-time thing. She brushed away the feeling and entered the room following him, closing the door thereafter.

She turned around but got pinned against the door instead, his face dangerously close to hers. She looked up at him just to see his intimidating eyes. He caressed her cheek with his thumb, as he lowered his mouth to hers, pulling her into a passionate yet dominating kiss.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, reducing the gap between them, while her hands played with his black locks. His left hand slid around her waist, while his other hand still cradled her jawline. Their lips moved in sync, like they were a perfect match for each other.

He broke the kiss, and a thin string of saliva joined their lips. His hand went up and rested on her back. He looked into her eyes while his hands played with the zipper on the back of her dress.

"Damn! Yerin, why are your lips so good?" he breathed heavily, while resting his forehead on hers.

His hands at the back were doing no justice, as the zipper's jingling sound was the only thing audible in the room. Everything about this man exuded dominance and she knew it already.

She sighed deeply and asked the question that had been roaming in her mind, "Wait! How do you know my name?"

He let out a breathy chuckle before responding, "You told the receptionist your name while booking the room."

She raised her eyebrow at him while her hands played with the button of his shirt as she said, "So, you heard it. Then tell me your name, too?"

He smiled mischievously before replying, "Why do you want to know? It's just a one-time thing."

She was annoyed by his responses, which he was definitely doing intentionally. She removed his jacket and asked, "It's unfair. You know my name; I should know yours, too."

He chuckled at her before pulling her closer and leaning toward her ear, "It's Jeon Jungkook, sweetheart."

"You've got a hot name."

She unbuttoned his shirt swiftly before removing it completely, giving her a view of his tattooed arm, which had been covered by clothes until now. She was staring at his tattoos so intently that she didn't even realize that she had already been brought near the bed.

She came out of her trance when she felt his hand pulling down the zipper of her dress. In a second, he was hovering over her. She blinked her eyes at the sudden movement.

He intertwined his fingers with hers and slowly brought them above her head while his eyes pinned her invisibly. He pinned her hands on the mattress with his right hand and slid his other hand under her waist, pulling her upwards.

She never thought that he would be this dominating. His lips hovered over her soft ones, while their breaths mingled with each other.

"Let's make you feel some love along with pleasure, sweetheart."

***

Sunlight peeked into the room from the small gap between the curtains, landing directly on Jungkook's face. He fluttered open his eyes, waking up from a deep slumber with a striking pain in his head.

He massaged his forehead as the hangover gripped him. He swung his arm to the other side of the bed before tapping the mattress. He frowned when he didn't find anyone beside him.

He groaned while clutching his head before sitting up on the bed. He looked around the room but found no one. He glanced at the ground, which only had his clothes scattered around, hinting that Yerin had already left.

He dropped himself back down on the bed before muttering, "I can't believe that I actually had a one-night stand."

Moments later, he stood up and looked at himself in the mirror. He peeked at his own back, which had plenty of scratches. He chuckled at the marks, saying, "Such a wild cat."

He dressed himself and left the room as he whispered to himself, "So, it was really a one-time thing."

Was this a one-time thing?
Maybe?
Maybe not?