The night of Ara's party.
756 Words
The Moretti heir walked through the grand gates of the mansion with quiet steps.
Vespera Moretti adjusted the sleeves of her long black dress, the fabric hiding the tattoos that curled across her arms like dark secrets. The mansion lights glowed brightly against the night sky, music echoing through the marble halls.
Ara Kim’s birthday party.
Of course the entire college had been invited.
And of course Ara had made sure Vespera received a personal invitation.
The corner of Vespera’s lips curved faintly.
How predictable.
Inside, the mansion was filled with laughter, expensive perfume, and loud music. Students gathered around tables covered with drinks while others danced under flashing lights.
Ara stood in the center of the room like a queen, surrounded by her friends.
The moment her sharp eyes landed on Vespera, a slow smile appeared on her lips.
Ara said loudly,
“Oh look… the nerd actually came.”
The surrounding students turned, whispering and laughing.
Vespera lowered her gaze, pretending to feel uncomfortable.
But inside, her thoughts were cold.
Pathetic.
Ara walked toward her with a glass in hand.
“Relax,” Ara said sweetly. “Tonight is my birthday. Even you deserve to enjoy it.”
She pushed a drink into Vespera’s hand.
“Drink.”
Vespera stared at the glass for a moment.
For a second, she almost laughed.
The faint chemical smell was obvious.
Drugs.
Her sharp eyes flicked briefly toward Ara’s smug expression.
So this was the game tonight.
Vespera lifted the glass slowly.
Her mind calculated possibilities.
If she refused, Ara would create a bigger scene.
If she accepted…
Interesting things might happen.
Vespera brought the glass to her lips and took a small drink.
Ara’s smile widened.
Vespera placed the glass down on the table and quietly walked away from the crowd.
Ten minutes later, the music began to blur.
The lights felt brighter.
Her body felt strangely warm.
Vespera leaned slightly against the wall.
Her breathing slowed.
Damn.
The d**g was stronger than she expected.
The hallway around her spun slightly.
For the first time in years, Vespera felt something she rarely experienced.
Loss of control.
Her steps became uneven as she moved upstairs, trying to find somewhere quiet.
The heat inside her body grew stronger with every step.
She pushed open the first door she found and stepped inside before quickly locking it.
The room was dark and silent.
Vespera leaned against the door, breathing heavily, pressed her forehead against the door.
"Now who's breaking into houses??"
An familiar deep voice made Vespera slightly jump on her place. she turned around to see him.
Jeon Jungkook, leaning against the wall right opposite to hers with a smug smirk on his face.
"You.... what are you doing here?"
Vespera whispered as she stood with the support of the nearby table.
Jungkook's eyes darkened as he saw he swaying.
"Here....? it's my room..."
he said and took a step closer to her, keeping a respectful distance between them.
"And.... you look horrible...."
He muttered as he looked at Vespera's flushed but sweaty face, her heavy breathing and the way she swayed.
"Hmm.... Some... Someone drugged me...."
Vespera whispered.
"Drugged you?"
Jungkook asked in fury.
Vespera nodded and looked at Jungkook and stepped closer to him that he could feel the heat radiating from her body.
"Jungkook...."
Vespera whispered breathlessly.
"Go to your home Vespera"
He commanded.
" Do you really think I can go through that crowd like this?"
she whispered and gestured at her state.
"Vespera..... I don't take advantages of a woman who isn't in her right stage.... your drunk"
Jungkook said firmly.
Vespera laughed slightly and took another step closer, so close that he could feel her breathing against his skin.
"You are too good and kind for someone who claims himself as the king of the underworld...."
She breathed.
Jungkook's eyes narrowed slightly.
"You are misunderstanding, Vespera..... You are drunk"
He said firmly and took a step back but Vespera held the hem of his shirt desperately and looked at him with something else entirely in her eyes, not that defiant, cruel or dangerous glint but something unimaginable on The Black Panther - ' VULNERABILITY '
" Please Jungkook..."
She whispered as her grip tightened against his shirt.
" Vespera....."
Jungkook paused as he processed her words, she was practically begging by now.
"Jungkook..... Please..... I swear I know what I am asking for...."
He glanced at her hands desperately clutching his shirt and her face, the vulnerability made it too much complicated.
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