ONE RULEβ18
βNo,β she gasped, turning back to Jungkook. βPIease,β she begged, her voice breaking.
βNo,β she gasped, turning back to Jungkook. βPIease,β she begged, her voice breaking.
Marco stepped closer, his breath hot against her ear. The stench of cigarettes, sweat, and something rotten clung to him, but she barely noticed.
βYour hands are too cold,β he said casually, not even glancing back at her.
Jungkook sat on the chair in the familiar office, his eyes scanning the room. It looked almost exactly the same as it had the last time he was here.