Jin stands awkwardly in his position for a solid minute, not moving a muscle. He gulps, eyes wide and unmoving from the pair making out aggressively in front of him.

He glances around to see if anyone else was looking and finds Jimin and Hoseok standing a few metres away, shocked.

Hoseok's mouth falls open, the liquid he was suppose to swallow falls back into the glass in his hand. Jimin's looks at his younger friend not only with shock but a tang of disgust.

The hyungs had never seen their maknae like this. Jungkook wouldn't ever be the type to go around kissing women he didn't even like. And now there he was, forcing himself to kiss a stranger just to get his ex to feel terrible.

Jungkook feels all the eyes on him and breaks the kiss. His head darts in your direction to see if you were still gawking at him but when he looks up, you're no where to be found.

Camilla attempts to bring Jungkook back into the kiss, leaning closer and forcing his head downwards.

Jungkook resists her grip and grabs her wrist from his neck. He leans his body away from hers.

"I know a room nearby." she says, fidgeting with the black belt of his trousers. She bites her lip, her red lipstick all messed up from decorating Jungkook's lips.

He continues to avoid her gaze as he frantically looks over the group of people, trying to find your familiar face.

"Hyung." he turns to Jin. "Did you see where she went?"

Jin shakes his head, joining in on the search.

Jimin approaches the three in the corner to rescue. He grabs Camilla's wrist and pulls her body off Jungkook's, releasing him from the struggle of the needy woman.

"She went out onto the balcony, Jungkook." Jimin informs. Camilla whines at his strong grip but he ignores her.

Jungkook eyes Jimin's imprisonment on Camilla, without moving a muscle.

Why would he care where you were in the first place? It's not like you wanted to see him anyway.

"Jungkook, just go. You need to." Jin says, urgently. Interrupting the doubtful thoughts indulging you.

The simple orders process into Jungkook's brain. He needs to.

Without anymore hesitation Jungkook walks out of the corner. He pushes past the people of the crowd, mumbling 'sorry's. His legs pick up the pace as he runs out of the party room to find you.

He needs to.

.

Lifting the cigarette to your mouth, you curl your lips over the edge and suck in. The fumes exhilarate your lungs as you part your lips to let out the harmful smoke into the clean air. You tap the cigarette against the railing.

Elbows resting on the balcony's barrier, you stare out into LA city.

There wasn't a cloud in the star-speckled sky. Rows of towering skyscrapers stretched above you, their windows alight from within. A half-moon hovered at the fringes of the luminous cityscape, where the red blinking lights of distance radio towers twinkling in the night.

An industrial-based smog of pollution coated the whole area, acting as a milky filter. The fog softened the hard lines of buildings, and diffused the orange glow of sodium-vapor street lamps.

This was your home.

This was where you were born and brought up in. The heavy past of all of your failures in this city were no longer laughing at you. You attempted to escape from it because you thought it didn't want you to succeed and it brought you back telling you to try again.

You never thought there was going to be a day where you saw the lights of this city and decided to thank them.

I guess this is where I was meant to be all along.

All alone on the top of a skyscraper, smoking a cigarette to lessen the seconds of your life.

The sound of someone panting echoes from behind you. Your body stays in its fixed position, not bothered. You take another whiff of smoke and blow out. The presence grows stronger as the panting nears you.

"Since when did you smoke?"

You barely glance at Jungkook while he observes the stick of fire in your hand. His chest heaves slightly while he tries to calm himself from all the running.

"I've always smoked." you tell him. "I just gave it up for a while...wanted a new start."

Jungkook nods as you keep your eyes on the view. This was the first time being so close to him since the break up. He was only standing a few steps from beside you and yet you could feel his strong body heat mixing with yours.

Silence washes over the two of you. But not one bit of it is awkward. It's perfect.

Just being in this close distance of each other seems like enough. After months of not being with each other all Jungkook was dying to do was break the distance with a few brave footsteps. That's all you wanted him to do.

"Can I, uh, have a whiff?"

You dash your eyes at him. He swallows calmly, waiting for an answer.

"A whiff?" you ask.

"Yeah, like of the cigarette. Can I try..?"

He barely has the courage to look you in the face as his small voice pleads.

It had been so long since you saw Jungkook being this shy. The man in front of you was so different to the one you had just witnessed a few minutes ago.

"Have you ever had one before?" you ask. You can't help the tough tone as you voice your question.

"No." he replies.

You raise an eyebrow at him and shrug. "You're not going to like it, just saying."

You offer the cigarette to him. Jungkook nods and silently takes it from your hand.

He inspects the death stick before lifting it to his hesitant lips. You examine the young man as he sucks in strongly on the edge.

As soon as Jungkook sucks in he feels the burning fire charge down his throat and into his fresh lungs. Instant violent coughs shake through his body in reaction. His stomach churns, making him feel like he was about to throw up all the hot dogs he had eaten.

Cruelly, you laugh at his reaction. "I told you!"

Jungkook calms down and clears his throat. "Does me dying look funny to you?" he says, slightly annoyed.

But when he sees you continue giggling, he feels himself smiling a little.

Your giggles die down and you straighten your back. Jungkook returns the cigarette to your hands safely.

He huffs out and stares out into the sky. The view reminding him of a similar night.

"Do you remember the last time we were staring at the city like this?"

You force the butt of the cigarette against the railing. "Of course." you reply, chucking the dead cigarette into the black night, uncaring.

"But I'm guessing you're showing other girls that view now." you say.

Jungkook bolts his eyes at you. You calmly look away from him.

"Other girls? Where'd you hear that?" he asks.

"Hear?" you question back. You finally look at him with a glare. "No one needs to hear about it when you're publicly groping and devouring strangers at party's."

A cold laugh sounds from him. "Don't tell me your fucking jealous now." his voice raises.

You flinch, you had never seen this side of him before.

"You really thought you were the only girl I'd ever fuck?"

Your throat gulps down, holding back the tears and firing up your anger.

"You're asking that question as if I actually care." you retort.

"Of course you fucking care." He feels himself heating up at your comment. "Doesn't it hurt you one bit to know I'd be making other girls scream my name?" he nears you as he spits out his words. His eyes flaring.

Showing that you weren't afraid of him, you stand your ground. Now chest to chest with him.

"Why would I be thinking about that when I'm taking someone else's worthless virginity?"

Jungkook winces, feeling your dagger of words stab at his heart. But he doesn't back down. He wasn't hurting anymore, now he was just angry.

"Yeah I guess that's all you've ever done." he says. Even though there was no more distance between the two of you he takes another step. Your body stumbles back as his body pushes against you.

Your back hits the wall of the balcony. There was no running from your fuming ex now.

"You find innocent boys, twist them around. Chew them in your mouth and spit them out when you're done with them." he delivers his words through his gritted teeth.

He brings his face down towards yours. His hot breath on your face.

You refuse to let the closeness bother you.

"Innocent? Really?" you retaliate, looking him straight in the eyes. "You're seriously so full of yourself that you think you're a fucking saint?"

"Trust me, baby. I ain't a saint."

He smashes his body against yours. Your body winces at the harsh contact. His hands clasp your wrists. "The things I can do to you is far from a saint."

You don't struggle against his wrists, instead you keep yours eyes on him and wait for his next move.

"And I'm going to show you that right now."

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A/N: Well, damn. Get your extra underwear ready.

And y'all better remind yourselves this is a fanfic cos Camilla is a obvi a babe 😘

Smut in next chapter. Update soon.