I put a spell on you - annie lennox

You lean over the bathroom sink, applying your dark nude lipstick with precision. The worn-out mirror reflects your image at you, the dim lighting casting a soft glow over your features. You take a deep breath, admiring the way the lipstick complements your skin tone and adds a touch of mystery to your already striking appearance.

The black satin dress you wear, clings to your curves in all the right places, the low-cut neckline leaving little to the imagination. It flows down to the floor in a graceful sweep, a single slit travelling up to your hip, teasingly revealing just a hint of skin. You run your hands over the soft fabric, revelling in the feel of it against your skin.

Completing your look with a pair of black stiletto heels, you feel a surge of confidence wash over you. The daring red bottoms add a pop of colour to your otherwise monochromatic ensemble, and you love the way they make you feel powerful and in control. Stepping back from the mirror, you take a moment to admire your reflection.

You're the embodiment of both class and seduction, a femme fatale in the making. Your hair cascades down your back in loose waves, framing your face like a halo. Your eyes sparkle with mischief, and your full lips curve into a sly smile.

As you run your fingers through your hair, you catch a glimpse of him in the mirror. Jungkook is leaning against the door frame with a smirk on his lips. His piercing eyes lock onto yours as he nibbles his lip ring. His black shirt clings to his muscular frame, the sleeves rolled up to reveal the intricate tattoos that adorn his arms.

Normally clad in his baggy jeans and graphic tees, tonight he opts for black suit trousers that hug his lean frame perfectly. His chunky black boots, however, remain a constant, reminder of his rebellious nature that refuses to be tamed. Despite the air of sophistication that now envelops him, his wild and free spirit still shines through, a contrast that both irks and fascinates you.

Jungkook has a way of getting under your skin like no one else can. Your banter is constant, your teasing relentless, but beneath it all, there is a bond that runs deep. You can't help but admire his authenticity, his unwavering loyalty, and the unwavering confidence he exudes.

You can't deny his beauty, his effortless attractiveness that seems to radiate from him in waves. His presence commands attention, and you find yourself caught in a trance every time he walks into a room. You have seen beautiful men but his beauty is different; it is captivating, elusive, yet so profoundly real. You feel drawn to him in a way you can't quite understand.

As you finish up your makeup and turn to face him, Jungkook's smirk widens as he takes a step closer. His dark eyes sparkle mischievously as he reaches out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "How do I look?" You ask.

Jungkook feigns a pout and teases, "Like you're about to seduce another man."

You roll your eyes, but can't help but smile at his antics. "I'm not saying it again."

"It was worth a try." Jungkook jests with a wink.

"You're my best friend, now hype me up," you insist, playfully nudging him.

Jimin walks into the bathroom, looking slightly bewildered at the sight before him. "Oh, my, I'm deceased. You're Lilliath's favourite, she sculpted you with her very own hands. Men should worship the ground you walk on." He exclaims, throwing his hands up in the air.

You laugh, tossing your hair over your shoulder "Now that's how you do it. That's why he's my favourite."

Jimin winks at you. "You know it."

Jin appears in the bathroom doorway, his arms folded across his chest. "Well damn, girl," he exclaims, leaning against the door frame.

You jump in surprise. "Jinnie, what are you doing here?" You ask.

Hoseok peeks his head around the door frame."Think we'd let you put yourself in danger without us?" He queries, raising an eyebrow.

"Plus the safe house Lucas has got us in is disgusting, I needed to get out," Jin grumbles, running a hand through his hair.

You laugh, shaking your head at his dramatics. "Yes because this is clearly the Ritz." You retort sarcastically.

You step out of the bathroom, your gaze meeting those of Yoongi, Namjoon, and Taehyung, who are waiting in the dimly lit hallway. "You guys shouldn't put yourselves in any more danger because of me," you begin, your voice filled with concern for your team.

Namjoon steps forward, his expression serious. "You're one of us. We protect each other," he attests, his voice firm and resolute.

Yoongi nods in agreement, a look of determination on his face. "Your family and this weird, blended family fight every battle together," he states firmly.

Taehyung grins, his eyes sparkling with care. "Cross our hearts and hope to die, amor," he expresses, his tone lighthearted.

You nod, a small smile playing on your lips. "Now let's go find out where that bastard Johnathan is hiding," you declare, your voice filled with determination.

TW: GUNS

maneater- nelly furtado

In the heart of the bustling club, where the music throbs and lights dance, there is a figure unlike any other. You stride through the crowd with a poise that demands attention, your steps synchronised with the rhythm of the music. The pulsating lights cast intricate patterns on your glistening skin, your eyes sparkling like diamonds, reflecting the vibrant colours of the club.

With every sway of your hips, you exude an aura of mystery that beckons all eyes to follow your path. Men and women alike find themselves captivated by your presence, unable to resist stealing glances in your direction. You move with a confidence that seems to set you apart from the rest of the club's patrons.

It is as if you have a magnetic presence, a subtle power that makes it impossible for anyone to look away. You're not just a figure in the crowd but a goddess of the night, a siren calling to all who dare to dream. Each step you take leaves a trail of whispered conversations and envious stares in your wake.

But as you make your way through the crowded club, you're not alone. Your team watch your every move from the shadows, each one disguised to blend in with the crowd. Hiding in plain sight, Jin, Namjoon, and Yoongi sit huddled at a nearby table, sipping on their drinks while keeping a careful watch on your every move. The trio skillfully blend into the crowd, their eyes never leaving you.

Meanwhile, Jimin, Hoseok, and Taehyung seamlessly weave through the ocean of dancing bodies, their movements synchronized as they maintain a discreet perimeter around you. Their presence is like a shadow, unseen yet ever-watchful, ensuring your safety without drawing unwanted attention.

And then there is Jungkook, sitting at the bar with a drink in his hand. His gaze never leaves you, watching you with a mixture of adoration and protective instinct. His eyes reflect a depth of emotion that few can comprehend. He leans back in his chair with a hand casually resting on his concealed weapon, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice.

You sit confidently on a barstool, your presence commanding attention without uttering a single word. You order a neat whiskey, your voice is soft but commanding attention nonetheless. As the bartender pours the drink, his hands move with practised precision, yet his eyes can't help but wander back to you.

Your long lashes flutter subtly, a hypnotic rhythm that captivates those who dare to look your way. Your piercing gaze fixes on the amber liquid in your glass that is placed in front of you. The whiskey swirls like a dark storm, tempting you with its rich aroma. With a steady hand, you lift the glass to your lips, taking a slow sip that seems to mesmerise all who watch.

A man in a sleek suit approaches, sliding his card onto the bar in front of you. "A beautiful woman should never pay for her drink," he assures smoothly, a charming smile playing on his lips.

You glance at the man in the sleek suit with a sly smile playing on your lips."Well, who am I to turn down a generous offer?" You purr, your voice dripping with seduction.

TW: DRUGS

the big bang - rock mafia

The man takes a seat next to you, his eyes clearly drawn to you. "I must say, you have a certain aura about you," he remarks, trying to maintain his composure as he struggles to keep his eyes off you.

You chuckle softly, the sound like a melody in the chaotic club. "And what aura would that be?" You tease, tilting your head slightly as you study him with a hint of mischief in your eyes.

The man hesitates for a moment, then clears his throat before speaking. "A dangerous one, I would say. But also one that is undeniably alluring," he admits, his gaze flickering between your eyes and the drink in your hand.

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued by his response. "You have a keen sense of observation. Tell me, what else do you notice about me?" You prompt, leaning in slightly as you wait for his answer.

The man takes a moment to gather his thoughts before speaking. "You have the look of someone who knows exactly what they want and is not afraid to go after it. Confidence exudes from every pore of your being, yet there is also a hint of mystery that makes you even more intriguing," he answers, his words laced with admiration.

You smile, pleased by his assessment. "You're a perceptive man, I'll give you that," you remark, taking another sip of your whiskey as you continue to study him with a playful glint in your eye.

As the man extends his hand and introduces himself, your lips curl into a mischievous smile. "Arthur Maxwell and you are?"

"The fox has fallen into the trap," Jimin's voice crackles in your earpiece.

"Well, seeing as you're so perceptive, why don't you tell me, handsome?" You purr softly, plucking a cherry from your drink and placing it seductively in your mouth. Arthur's eyes widen slightly, a flicker of intrigue crossing his features.

Arthur can't deny the allure of you, the way you seem to know exactly how to push his buttons and keep him on edge. You're a master at playing the seductress, using your charm and wit to disarm your target and gain the upper hand. But Arthur is no stranger to the world of espionage and intrigue.

He has seen his fair share of dangerous women and deadly situations, and he knows better than to let his guard down too easily. Behind his cool exterior, his mind is racing, trying to piece together the puzzle of who you really are and what your true intentions are.

"A woman of mystery, I see," he remarks, a smirk playing on his lips.

Placing a delicate hand on Arthur's thigh, you lean in close, your eyes locking with his. "You look like a man who holds many secrets. A man with information that people would kill for," you hum.

Leaning closer to you, Arthur traces his fingers up your thigh. "Many a person confides in me, so much so that most of it slips my mind. Maybe if we were to slip you out of your dress, it may jog my memory," he whispers, his voice husky with desire.

Unbeknownst to you, Arthur sprinkles a powder into your drink but before he can revel in his deceit, a voice crackles through your earpiece. "Angel, watch out, he's done something to your drink," Jungkook's voice warns, a note of urgency in his tone.

Your eyes widen in surprise as you quickly switch your drinks, a knowing smile dancing on your lips. "Mr. Maxwell, what do you say we take this somewhere more private and see just how many secrets I can make you spill?" You whisper into Arthur's ear, your breath warm against his skin.

As you take a sip of your drink, Arthur's smile widens, unaware that the tables have turned into a game of deception and seduction. "Shall we?" he asks, taking your hand.

TW: MENTION OF SA, VIOLENCE, GUNS & DEATH

you should see me in a crown - billie eilish

Arthur leads you down a maze of dark corridors and hidden alcoves. You stumble briefly, playing into his game pretending to be disoriented as he guides you deeper into the shadows. Finally, you reach a dead-end, a dark alley hidden behind a crumbling wall. You slump slightly against the cold brick, the chill seeping through your thin dress.

You shiver, your breath coming out in white puffs in the frigid air. Arthur steps closer, the dim light casting strange shadows across his angular features. His demeanour changes, his smile turning sinister as he moves closer to you. Arthur's eyes gleam with excitement as he reaches out to touch you, his fingers brushing against the strap of your dress.

As Arthur begins to remove the strap, your eyes snap open, a gleeful smile spreading across your face. A cold barrel presses against the back of Arthur's head, making him freeze in place. He hears the unmistakable click of a gun being cocked, a sound that sends a shiver down his spine.

You straighten up, your facade of vulnerability slipping away like a mask as you pull your dress strap back up. Your eyes narrow, a look of disgust crossing your features. "Arthur Maxwell, I knew you were a slimy man. But drugging women and taking advantage of them, is a new low, even for you."

"How?" Arthur stammers, trying to gather his wits as his heart races in his chest.

"You were clever working out I was up to no good but you weren't clever enough to realise I'm not alone." You state, your tone cold and unyielding.

"You see, behind you is Jeon Jungkook. I know a man in your position knows exactly who that is. And you see, he's rather protective of me," you smirk as you gesture behind him.

"And if you look to your left, you'll notice more Lobos. You have no way out," you continue, your eyes glinting with a dangerous spark.

Arthur's gaze flickers to his left and his heart sinks as he sees Jimin, Yoongi, Namjoon, Hoseok, Jin, and Taehyung standing in a menacing line, blocking his only path to escape. Each member of the infamous Lobo gang is aiming their guns at him, their expressions cold and unforgiving.

He faces you again, his voice filled with defiance that he knows is futile as he spits your name. "I'm more afraid of Johnathan than I ever will be of you.

"Wrong answer," Taehyung hisses coldly, his eyes glinting with malice as he raises his gun and fires a shot at Arthur's foot.

The pain is excruciating, searing through his body like a white-hot poker. Arthur crumples to the ground, clutching his bleeding wound in agony. Arthur has always seen himself as a smooth operator, a man who can charm his way out of any situation. But now, as he lies writhing in pain on the cold, dirty pavement, he realises just how wrong he has been.

Jungkook grabs him by the collar, hauling him up to his feet. He presses his gun against Arthur's temple, his gaze cold and unyielding. "She told you, you have information people would kill for," he growls, his tone brooking no argument.

all I need - radiohead

"Tell us where Johnathan is and we might let you live," Namjoon speaks up, his voice is cold and unyielding, leaving no room for negotiation.

"Emphasis on the might," Yoongi adds with a smirk.

"We don't take kindly to men like you," Hoseok scoffs, his voice icy.

"The alternative is we hack your phone and get Johnathan's location from there. Once we do, we let him believe you gave it to us and let him decide your fate," Jimin states calmly, his eyes never leaving Arthur's face.

Jungkook reaches into Arthur's pocket and pulls out his phone, his movements swift and efficient. "And you're aware Johnathan is much crueller than us. We'll make this quick, he won't show that mercy," he warns, his grip on the gun tightening.

"My passcode is 9362, he's under Hanna Jot. He texted me his location as I'm supposed to deliver him a package," Arthur confesses, his voice shaking with fear. He knows that his fate is sealed, whether he tells them the truth or not.

"And that is exactly?" You inquire, your voice laced with curiosity.

"You," Arthur admits, his voice breaking.

Jungkook has heard enough, his grip tightens on his gun, his knuckles whitening against the metal as he locks eyes with Arthur. Without a moment's hesitation, he pulls the trigger, the deafening sound of the gunshot shattering the tense silence of the night.

Arthur crumples to the ground, his lifeless body hitting the pavement with a sickening thud. Blood begins to seep from the wound, pooling around his head. His eyes, once filled with arrogance and power, now stare lifelessly up at the dark and indifferent sky above.

"I'll call someone to clean up," Jin mutters, his voice devoid of emotion as he pulls out his phone. His fingers hover over the screen for a moment before he looks up at Jungkook.

"What address is on that message?" he asks, a hint of urgency creeping into his tone.

Jungkook unlocks the phone, clicking on the message. "63 Great North Road," he answers.

"Shit. Lucio is gone, Andrea found an address but it's different than the one we have," Jin shudders, his voice barely above a whisper, realisation dawning on him.

"He's been set up," Jungkook whispers, his blood running cold as he processes the gravity of the situation. His father, Lucio, is walking into a trap.