Episode 2: Silent Encounters

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.