The bass of the club rattled through the glass walls, neon lights painting the room in every shade of sin. A brand-new Lamborghini screeched to a halt outside, drawing every eye as if the night itself bowed to its arrival.
Jeon Jungkook stepped out slowly, sunglasses still on though it was long past midnight. Black leather jacket, silver chains glinting, the smug curve of his lips screaming arrogance. Cameras clicked, whispers spread—he didn’t need to command attention; it chased him naturally.
Inside the VIP lounge, the brat was in his element. He sprawled across the velvet couch like a king without a throne, one hand wrapped lazily around a champagne glass, the other resting dangerously on the thigh of the girl pressed against him. His laugh—loud, cocky, unbothered—rose above the heavy music.
Jeon Jungkook ( True blood alpha)
Bring me my drink .*The manager rushed forward, trembling hands carrying the finest champagne. Jungkook accepted it with a grin, clinking his glass against the girl’s before whispering something in her ear that made her blush crimson.*
This is the Jeon Jungkook..aka Playboy of every heart
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