Being a journalist, you were familiar with the concept of taking risks and pushing your limits to get the best story. But when a gangster by the name of Jungkook tries to involve himself in your quiet, safe personal life, you are forced to reconsider the limits of your comfort zone, your boundaries, your morals and even your feelings.

Just when you thought, they had left, a presence behind your back made your hair stand on your neck in fear and panic. Someone leaned over you and before any of you could react, you felt a warm breath just above your ear.

“Nice girls shouldn’t lie.” You shivered at his breath, at his voice and at how he put his hands on your shoulders, squeezing them just enough to freak you out, just enough to make your body go weak. The combination of his voice and his touch terrified you, the insinuation behind his words made it only worse.

And just like that, he left. His words hung in the air, troubling both you and Sora, especially their meanings. Did Jungkook realize you lied? You hoped not, otherwise your own life would take a turn you were not ready for.

“Bunch of hot messes.” You muttered under your breath, frustrated at how weak and small he made you feel with just few words.