Scene: A dimly lit bar, music playing softly in the background, where Jungkook is sitting alone at a table, exhausted from the overwhelming attention of his fans. His face is partially hidden by a cap, but his sharp features still stand out. He’s trying to unwind, yet the weight of pretending to always be perfect is heavy on his mind. Just as he's about to leave, a woman walks in—Pari.

Jungkook’s Thoughts: Maybe I can just have one more drink…

Pari, dressed in sleek business attire, heads to the bar. She orders a drink without even glancing at him, completely unaware of his identity. Her cold demeanor stands out. Jungkook watches her with mild curiosity. He hasn't met anyone who hasn't recognized him in a long time. Intrigued, he decides to approach.

Jungkook (smiling, casual): “Mind if I sit here?”

Pari glances at him, unimpressed. She nods, not caring much.

Pari (calmly, not looking up from her drink): “Sure.”

They sit in silence for a moment. Jungkook is unsure of what to say. He’s used to people trying to start conversations with him, not the other way around. Pari, sipping her drink, is completely disinterested.

Jungkook (lightly): “Not a fan of small talk, huh?”

Pari finally turns to face him, her cold eyes meeting his.

Pari: “I’m more interested in business than small talk.”

Jungkook: She really doesn’t know who I am… “Business, huh? What kind?”

Pari (nonchalant): “I run a company. That’s all you need to know.”

Jungkook chuckles at her directness. It’s refreshing, different. He decides not to push further. Instead, they both end up drinking in comfortable silence.

As the night goes on, they both start to loosen up. Pari, despite her cold exterior, starts to feel more relaxed around him.

Pari (casually): “So, what do you do?”

Jungkook (teasing): “Let’s just say I sing a little.”

Pari shrugs, uninterested. She leans back, enjoying the buzz from her drink. Jungkook watches her, amused by how unaffected she is by his charm.

Hours pass. The alcohol starts to take effect, and before either of them realize it, the conversation has turned more playful.

Pari (playfully, slightly tipsy): “You’re not bad company… for someone who sings a little.”

Jungkook (laughing): “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

They continue drinking, the atmosphere growing more intimate. Jungkook, for the first time in a while, feels like he’s just a normal guy. No pressure, no pretenses.

By the end of the night, they find themselves in each other’s arms, the tension between them turning into something more physical. Neither of them planned for this, but the connection is undeniable.

 The next morning, Jungkook wakes up in an unfamiliar room. Sunlight streams through the curtains, and he squints against the light. His body feels heavy, and he turns to his side to see Pari, still asleep beside him. He blinks, surprised. Flashes of the previous night come back to him—the bar, the drinks, and then…

Jungkook (thinking): What the…? Did we really…?

He sits up, carefully pulling the sheet to cover himself. His heart is pounding, not from nerves but from the reality of what just happened. He hadn't done something like this in a long time, if ever.

Pari stirs beside him, slowly waking up. Her eyes flutter open, and for a moment, she seems relaxed. But as soon as she realizes the situation, her expression hardens. She sits up, pulling the sheet around her, her cold demeanor back in place.

Pari (calmly): “Well… this was unexpected.”

Jungkook looks at her, unsure of what to say. He’s used to people freaking out or clinging to him, but Pari is different. She’s composed, indifferent even. It catches him off guard.

Jungkook (nervously laughing): “Yeah, you could say that.”

Pari stands up, not bothering to cover her cold expression. She picks up her clothes, tossing his shirt to him with casual indifference. Jungkook watches her, a bit stunned by how unfazed she seems.

Pari (straightforward): “I don’t do attachments.”

Jungkook blinks, his curiosity piqued. Most people would be clinging to him after a night like this, but not her. She doesn’t seem to care who he is or what happened. It’s… refreshing.

Jungkook (smiling slightly): “Neither do I.”

Pari glances at him, raising an eyebrow, as if sizing him up.

Pari: “Good. Then let’s keep this simple.”

She walks over to the mirror, fixing her hair and adjusting her blouse. Her movements are precise, cold, and calculated. Jungkook watches her, fascinated by her control over the situation.

Pari (turning to face him): “This doesn’t change anything. Last night was fun, but we’re not here for emotional baggage. We keep this quiet, secret. No one needs to know.”

Jungkook stares at her for a moment, then nods slowly. He isn’t sure how he feels about this arrangement, but there’s something thrilling about it. The secrecy, the detachment—it’s different from anything he’s ever experienced.

Jungkook: “Yeah, okay. But… if we’re going to keep this going… how do we meet?”

Pari smirks, walking past him toward the door.

Pari: “We’ll figure it out.”

She walks out of the room, leaving Jungkook standing there, shirt in hand. He’s stunned by how easily she takes control of the situation. Most people would want something more, but not Pari. She’s a puzzle, and Jungkook finds himself intrigued. Maybe more than he should be.

 later that day. Jungkook is at a café, hidden behind his sunglasses and cap. He’s scrolling through his phone, trying to distract himself, but his mind keeps wandering back to Pari. He can't shake the feeling that something about her is different, something he hasn’t felt in a long time.

His phone buzzes with a message. It’s from one of his bandmates.

V (text): “Yo, where are you? You disappeared last night.”

Jungkook (typing back): “Just needed some space. I'll catch up later.”

He sets the phone down and leans back in his chair. As much as he wants to move on from what happened, he can’t. Pari’s face, her cold demeanor, her indifferent attitude—it’s all stuck in his head.

Jungkook (thinking): She doesn’t care who I am. She doesn’t want anything from me. That’s… new.

Pari at her office. The “Angel” logo is prominently displayed on the glass door. She’s sitting behind her sleek desk, going over paperwork. Her two close friends—her only real companions—enter the room.

Emma: “Late night, huh? You look like you barely slept.”

Pari shrugs, not lifting her eyes from the documents.

Pari (nonchalant): “Business meeting. Nothing important.”

Jess (smiling knowingly): “Sure, business meeting at a bar?”

Pari (coldly): “It’s done. No point in discussing it.”

The friends exchange looks, but they know better than to push Pari when she’s like this. She’s always been like this—detached, cold, but fiercely loyal to the two of them. To the outside world, she’s ruthless and unstoppable. To them, she’s just Pari, the girl who hides her heart behind a wall of ice.

 back to Jungkook, now in the practice studio with the rest of BTS. They’re rehearsing, but his mind keeps wandering. He’s distracted, something that doesn’t go unnoticed by the others.

RM (concerned): “Jungkook, you alright? You’ve been off today.”

Jungkook (forcing a smile): “Yeah, just tired. Didn’t get much sleep last night.”

V gives him a curious look but doesn’t press further. Jungkook brushes it off, focusing back on the routine, but in the back of his mind, he’s still thinking about Pari. There’s something about her that he can’t shake. Maybe it’s the mystery, maybe it’s the fact that she doesn’t seem to care who he is. Either way, he knows this won’t be the last time they meet.

The dim glow of the city lights filters through the windows of a sleek hotel room. It’s late, and the room is quiet, the soft hum of the air conditioner the only sound. Jungkook stands in front of the window, hands tucked in the pockets of his jacket. He gazes out at the city, his reflection faint in the glass. Tonight is just like the others—no strings, no emotions, just physical release.

The door clicks softly, and Jungkook turns to see Pari entering the room. She’s dressed in a fitted black trench coat, her expression as cold and unreadable as ever. She walks in without a word, her heels tapping lightly against the polished floor. The tension between them is palpable, but it’s not the kind that leads to conversation.

Pari shuts the door behind her, locking it with a click. She tosses her coat onto a nearby chair, revealing the simple yet elegant outfit underneath. There’s no pleasantries, no greetings—just an unspoken understanding between them.

Pari (coolly, while slipping off her shoes): “You’re early.”

Jungkook shrugs, his hands still in his pockets as he watches her, the air thick with anticipation.

Jungkook: “Wanted to avoid the crowds.”

Pari doesn’t respond, not that she needs to. She crosses the room, moving closer to him with purpose. There’s no hesitation in her steps, no lingering questions. She reaches out, tugging at the zipper of his jacket, and Jungkook allows her to slip it off. Their eyes meet briefly, but it’s more of a transaction than a connection. It’s what they’ve come here for.

The silence stretches as their movements become fluid, practiced. Pari pushes him back toward the bed, her hands already working to remove the rest of his clothes. Jungkook responds without words, pulling her closer, their bodies moving in sync as they’ve done before. The room remains quiet, save for the sounds of fabric rustling and soft breaths.

Time passes, and the room falls silent again. The aftermath of their encounter leaves them both lying on the bed, separated by a few inches of space. Jungkook turns his head slightly, watching Pari as she stares at the ceiling, her expression as distant as ever. He knows better than to speak. There’s nothing to say.

He sits up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed, and begins dressing quickly. Pari remains still, her fingers tracing absent patterns on the sheets, not bothering to glance in his direction.

Jungkook finishes dressing, slipping on his hoodie and cap. He walks toward the door, the weight of their silence hanging between them. He pauses for a moment, as if contemplating saying something, but shakes his head and leaves without a word. The door clicks softly behind him, leaving Pari alone in the dimly lit room.

Jungkook stepping out of the hotel into the cool night air. He pulls his hood over his head, blending into the shadows as he walks down the street. His mind is a swirl of thoughts, but he pushes them away, focusing on the familiar rhythm of his steps.

He checks his phone, seeing a missed message from V, but ignores it for now. This part of his life, the part with Pari, stays hidden from everyone. It’s just a physical need, nothing more—yet, every time he walks away, there’s an emptiness that lingers.

Back in the hotel room, Pari sits up slowly, adjusting her clothes with precision. Her phone buzzes with a new message, but she ignores it, her mind still lingering on the night’s events. There’s no guilt, no regret—just the same routine she’s grown accustomed to.

She stands and walks over to the window, staring out at the city below. This is how she keeps control—by keeping things simple, detached. She never lets anyone in, not even Jungkook. This was just a moment, just a physical connection, and now it’s done.

 Pari standing by the window, her face impassive, while Jungkook continues walking through the city streets, both of them retreating back into their separate lives, tied only by these silent, secret meetings.

The dim hotel room is becoming a familiar place. It's late, but neither Jungkook nor Pari seems to mind the hour anymore. This has become their routine-meeting in secret, exchanging nothing but touch. And tonight, the air feels different. There's a hunger beneath their actions, one that neither of them will admit aloud.

Jungkook enters first, pacing by the window as he waits for her. His hoodie is pulled low over his head, concealing his face. His heart beats faster than usual, not from nerves, but from anticipation. He hates to admit it to himself, but these nights- these encounters have become something he craves. He can't shake the feeling of needing her, needing the way her body moves with his.

The door opens, and Pari walks in, dressed as effortlessly as always. Her face remains cold, impassive, but there's something different in her eyes tonight. Maybe it's the same addiction, the same longing, buried deep beneath her cool exterior. She shuts the door behind her and steps forward, closing the distance between them. They don't speak. They never do. But the pull between them is undeniable.

Pari reaches out, her fingers brushing against his chest, and it's like electricity, Jungkook exhales softly, his body responding immediately. He steps closer, his hand finding the small of her back, pulling her toward him. It's automatic now this dance they've perfected. Their touches are hurried, almost frantic, as if they can't get enough. Neither wants to admit it, but they're addicted to each other's touch, addicted to the way they forget everything else in these moments

Without hesitation, they move to the bed, their hands already tugging at each other's clothes. It's the same as every other night, yet tonight feels more intense, more desperate. Their bodies move together, and the silence between them is deafening. There's no need for words when. touch says everything.

They lie beside each other, the bed sheets tangled between them. Both of them are breathing heavily, the tension still thick in the air. Jungkook stares up at the ceiling, trying to make sense of the rush he feels every time they meet like this. He can feel Pari's presence beside him, her body still close, and it makes him want to pull her back in-again and again.

Pari turns on her side, her gaze fixed on the distant wall. She doesn't show it, but her heart races too. She doesn't understand why she keeps coming back. It's supposed to be just physical, nothing more. Yet, her body betrays her, craving his touch more and more each time. She hates how much control he seems to have over her without even knowing it.

Jungkook sits up slowly, pulling on his clothes. He's trying to maintain. the distance, trying to remind himself that this is just about the physical, nothing more. But every time they meet, it gets harder to leave without wanting more. He watches Pari for a moment, her expression as unreadable as always, and he bites his lip, stopping himself from asking the questions that linger in his mind.

He stands up, tugging his hoodie back over his head, the addiction to her touch still pulsing through him. He knows he'll be back, even if he tells himself he won't. There's no escaping it now.

Jungkook (thinking as he walks to the door) I need to stop this but I can't. Pari waits until he's gone before she sits up, her expression finally faltering for a second. She leans back against the headboard, her fingers tracing the sheets where Jungkook had been lying just moments ago. She doesn't understand why, but she feels the same addiction. No matter how much she tries to maintain control, she can't seem to resist him. The touch, the feeling-it's all-consuming.

She lets out a soft sigh, brushing a hand through her hair. This wasn't supposed to happen. It was supposed to be simple, emotionless. But now, she feels the weight of his absence more every time he leaves.

Jungkook walking down the hotel hallway. His hands are stuffed in his pockets, his head down as he walks quickly through the quiet corridor. He's trying to push the feeling of her touch out of his mind, but it lingers, clawing at him. The addiction is growing stronger, and he doesn't know how to stop it.

As he steps out into the night, he glances at his phone. There's a message from RM, asking where he is, but Jungkook doesn't answer. Right now, he can't think about anything except the lingering feeling of Pari's touch and how much he needs it again.

Back in the hotel room, Pari stands up and pulls her coat back on, slipping her shoes into place. She leaves the room as quietly as she entered, her mind already spinning with the same thoughts as Jungkook. She tells herself that this is all it is- just physical-but deep down, she knows they're both addicted to something far more dangerous.