The city never slept, and neither did Jeon Jungkook.
Tonight was no different. The private club pulsed with heavy bass, bodies moving like shadows under flashing neon. And in the center of it all, Jungkook owned the night—shirt half-unbuttoned, tattoos peeking, silver earrings catching the light every time he leaned in to whisper something dirty into someone’s ear.
Jung Hoseok ( Beta )
“Yeah, brat!” Hoseok’s familiar voice cut through the chao
Jeon Jungkook ( True blood alpha)
Jungkook turned, grinned, and spread his arms wide. “Hoba! My favorite partner in crime!”
Hoseok strolled over, effortlessly stylish, flashing his usual mischievous smile. Together, they were a storm—untouchable heirs dripping wealth
Jung Hoseok ( Beta )
“Another fight today?” Hoseok teased, sipping his drink.
Jeon Jungkook ( True blood alpha)
“Not my fault people can’t handle me,” Jungkook shrugged, smirking as he tugged a girl into his lap without asking. “Besides, it’s fun watching them squirm.”
The girl giggled nervously, but Jungkook’s hand was already reaching for another glass. He drank like he owned the night, like consequences didn’t exist. Because for him, they never did.
Jung Hoseok ( Beta )
“Don’t you ever get tired?” Hoseok asked, raising a brow as Jungkook pulled out his phone and carelessly ignored three missed calls from his family.
Jeon Jungkook ( True blood alpha)
Jungkook leaned back, eyes glinting. “I’m Jeon Jungkook. I don’t get tired. The world gets tired of chasing
The club roared louder, and Jungkook decided to up the chaos. He climbed onto the glass table, champagne bottle in hand, and poured it straight from the bottle into his mouth before spraying the crowd with a laugh that was pure sin.
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