"Money, money, money" you growled in frustration as you scraped your scalp with you fingernails, hands deep in your now messy hair. Tears prickly in the side of your eyes, almost falling out.

"Fuck it" you got up from the bench in the locker room, taking off your crisp, white coat, the stethoscope making it heavier than usual.

You couldn't take it any longer, too many cases in the casual ward, holding bloody and gooey babies and then handling minor surgeries.

For no absolute money, as you were a fourth year in medicine.

You knew the drill, this and then working part time for three days in the library and then studying for yourself.

But this gave you no income, your clothes were having an awkward shrink and you didn't have any money for your leisure as the food in this damned city was so damn expensive.

You were so lucky you were in the scholarship programme that supported 40 percent of your college fee. The rest of it was student loan and your parents paid the interest.

Despite the fact that they gave you pocket money, you couldn't buy anything except for basic necessity, and you never asked for more, something which you never did.

You locked the apartment door behind you and a quick thought passed your mind.

You were in good shape, physically and also you were the ideal good girl so no one could guess if you were with someone, they'd shrug it off watching your graceful and reserved character.

Before you could regret anything you quickly opened the site, it took a while to load but as you sipped your coffee, you had already made a pretty attractive profile with no hint or trace of your actual identity.

You got too many messages, creepy old men, creepy old rich men to be precise but then what caught your eye was a glimpse of a man.

Newly made profile, you wanted to approach this man but before you could do so, you had a very interesting offer in hand from he same man.

From: JK
Hello!

I would like to know more about your likes and dislikes sexually, I can provide you with whatever you need and whatever you don't need as well. I don't take no for an answer and if you feel this is unpleasant I accept it but please check my bio before you reject me, lovely goddess.

Jeon Jung Kook
Sent from my iPhone

And you did check his bio, in fact Google shined with results about this man who was in his young twenties and was handling his family business organisation which is infamously known as Google.

He's handsome as hell and his manliness reaches out to you from just the photo. This man is very famous but it can be a hoax since he's a handsome, rich and powerful celebrity who can get any girl he pleases in the click of his fingers.

You have no idea where you got so much courage from but you ask him if it's a hoax and he is amused by your response but knowing that it's a possibility he agrees to exchange numbers and you're not able to call him, and you just shut your laptop, giving up on the entire idea until your phone rings.

The number doesn't show, instead it says private number.

You pick it, hearing a silky voice and your insides are mush as you stutter, the man is calling you for dinner and you oblige, the blood gushing to your face.

Picking the sexiest black cocktail dress you own, you match it with smokey eyes and black stilletos with some long silver earrings.

The restaurant is nothing like you'd expect, since you've never been to the rich part of the town, not because it's the rich part but because you didn't get the time.

"I'm here for Mr. Jeon" you murmured lowly, acceptance of any situation in mind.

"Ah yes, please follow me to the private dining area" the waiter spoke confidently and leaded you towards a huge room which was circular with an overly expensive and exaggerated chandelier.

Your friends were interior designers and you knew this was overdone, the clearing of someone's throat got you out of stance.

And thank God they did, a man who looked like he fell from the heavens, was greeting you with a smile so genuine, as if this arrangement was for a marriage, or something pure, not the devilish things you had on your mind when you saw his firm thighs, his jawline and his strawberry lips.

You thought you were overdressed but when you looked at him, you instantly felt underdressed. He had an intimidating presence but when he smiled all that anxiety was rushed out of your system, replacing it with a flutter in your stomach and cheeks that were getting rosier by the second.

"Would you mind if I said that I already ordered?" He asked, his voice was silky, sending warmth like electric waves in your brain and you gave a short smile, almost a smile but barely there.

"Not at all actually, I wouldn't know what's the specialty of this place" you try to make a conversation.

"Well, I hope it lives upto your expectations" he calmly said before rejecting some call.

"I hope so too" trying to be a little cocky, since even you had some ego issues.

"You look rather stunning" he smirked, trying to read your expressing but you wouldn't give him a reaction that easily.

"You're not too bad yourself" you spoke, as the waiter got a very beautiful bottle with a golden coloured plating and embosings of a French name.

 The colour of the liquid was very light and being a medical student, only the fizz and aroma stood out to you, proving it's not methyl pink. You took a sip, and you wanted to drink the same drink your entire life.

 "It's really good" ou murmured.

"It's strawberry champagne from France, tastes better than the ones made here" he explained intently.

"It's certainly nothing like I've had before" you sipped on it, hoping that you wouldn't finish it faster than you wanted to, because it made you feel light and pleasant.

The dinner went by smoothly, the food was excellent and the dessert was an absolute satisfaction to your soul which needed this pampering and some time off. You were having a great time and you didn't even feel like you just met Jungkook, he made you laugh and the slight flirting was still on, you peeked in the bill even though he forbade it and you almost choked on air.

He offered you his arm while he walked you to his red ferrari, your jaw went slack and he gave a huge tip to the valet guy, he held the door open for you and got in himself.

"Do you want me to drop you off right now or you want to take a ride ?" he asked cockily and you couldn't refuse.

"A ride sounds very pleasurable at the moment" you sassed back at him, a smirk on his face leaving you with cold sweats, thinking about how he was going to be in bed.

He opened the top as you reached the outskirts, his playlist played Jay park and Dean songs along with some Eric Nam. 

You looked at him, his bangs flying a little, the wind blowing his linen shirt, making it stick to his toned chest, his butt was on point and so were his thighs. His fingers grasped the break in a way that his veins were protruding, and you wished it was you he was holding. 

"Where do I drop you, madamoiselle?" he asked, voice low, making your head whirly.

"To the left, the yellow building that looks like it's built in the 80's" you murmured as he chuckled, amused by the slight hint of humor, he wanted to take you back to his place and rip that tight black dress of your petite frame but he knew he had to take it slow, what he did not know that you wouldn't mind it one bit.

"Kamsamnida" you bowed as you got off the car, the engine was still now and you noticed him get off the car and join you. 

"You don't have to Mr.Jeon" you said, nervous and panicky because this man was one of the youngest billionaires in the world, walking into your small rental apartment.

You turned towards him as you reached your doorstep, he was already close enough.

"So umm, you want to come in?" you looked down, not making eye contact.

"I'll take my leave, some other time maybe" He took your hand in his and planted a kiss on the back of your hand "You, have a lovely night" and with that, he left.

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To be continued, only for you, my love <3