"Hyuna, he was a jerk. A complete jerk," I say while drinking. I am drinking for the past half an hour to forget everything about him. Even if I am getting numb while drinking, it still hurts right in my heart.

"Hana, slow down, will you? You're drunk," She says while trying to take away the bottle but fails miserably.

"No, I am fine, babe," I chug down another glass of alcohol. "Also, you said that there would be a handsome man accompanying us. Where are they?" I look ahead to see two men. "They are?" I ask her. She nods, making me laugh. "No way."

When I said that, the two men got up. "Who the hell do you think you are?" One of them says, but I look away, not interested in either of them. I yawn as the boredom takes the best of me.

I look around out of boredom. Nothing was interesting to me. All I could think of was my boyfriend and his whore. Suddenly, my eyes catch a view of a hot male host dressed in a black fitted suit looking good. I look around him to see two more guys, but I want him to entertain me. I slowly stand up and make my way to him.

"You," I point my finger at his chest and stumble a little losing my balance because of alcohol influence. I shake my head to bring my balance back. I'm seriously drunk or wasted.

"Miss?" The guy on his left asks sternly. "What do you want?"

I glare at him, deadly. I grab the tie of the 'hot' guy and pull him close to my face.

He shows no emotions but a smirk. "Him. I want you to entertain me. It's your job. Why is your friend interrupting?" I hiss at the guy who interrupted me earlier.

"Hana, leave him," Hyuna comes to my left and tries to pull me back. I push her away. "Hana, he is not what you think he is," She whispers to me, but her words fell on deaf ears.

"Let her be," The 'hot' guy allows. I give Hyuna a sly smirk. I pull the tie of this person, making him follow me to the table. I sit on the couch with him next to me. "What is your name?" I put my arm on his broad shoulder. He chuckles at my move and turns to me.

"Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook."

- Third-person -

"Jungkook, nice name," Hana smiles at him before she gets a hiccup. Jungkook looks over to his friends who were walking to him to get Hana off him. "And you know what, these guys aren't even hot still they are 'male hosts' such a shame," Jungkook stops his friends and gestures them to take care of Hyuna.

"So, Miss, how would you like to be entertained?" Jungkook asks while smirking at Hana. His question makes Hana frown at him.

"Dude, it's your job. Just do whatever you do with the customer," Hana slurs, which makes Jungkook smirk widely.

"Okay then," He says as he gets up and gestures to two of his men. "I want this girl in the VIP room right now," He says, and the men nod. He walks away, leaving Hana with his men.

"Wait, we aren't-," She says as she sees Jungkook leaving. "Let me go," She screams when the guards lift Hana in the air. She struggles to get out of their grip, but she couldn't do anything.

They take her upstairs, where the VIP rooms were, and enters one of the rooms. They finally put her on the ground, but she is still in their grip. "Good. Put her here." Jungkook commands his men.

- Hana -

"Let me go," I say and kick in the stomach of one of the men. He groans and falls to the ground. Then, I pull my other hand and harshly push it back into the other man's stomach, making him moan in pain. I stumble around the spot because I am still under alcohol influence.

"Impressive." The hot guy says as he sits on the bed, looking at the scene like some movie. I walk to him, but both of the men get up and grab me again.

I cry internally and step on the guy on my right with my heel. He screams in pain and lets go of my right arm. I swiftly take out my right heel and hit the guy on my left on the head. He holds his head with both of his hands, leaving me free. Heels do hurt a lot.

My vision is still very blurring, and my body is still stumbling. I try not to pass out in the middle of this war. I take out my other heel as well, ready for the attack. I feel someone's presence behind me, turning me and putting my arms up straight. It is the hot guy... what's the name again?

He holds my hand and pins me to the nearest wall. He takes the heel out of my hand and cuffs my wrists with one hand. It happened in a split second that I didn't know what to do. "You guys are useless. Even a small girl can hurt you," He scolds them and shoos them away. My soberness is reviving, but I am still too drunk to understand anything.

They bow and leave the room. This person turns me around and gives me an arm lock. He makes us walk to the door so that he could bolt the door. My eyes widen at his action and ask, "W-what are you-"

He spins me around and presses his body on mine, making me feel uncomfortable... and many things as well. I try to kick in his balls in self-defense, but he blocks my leg with his free hand. "Don't even try. I know all of this." He smirks mockingly.

"This is not what I meant. Please let me go," I beg him, trying to get out of his grip. My tears start to well up. His hand makes its way up to my cheek, wiping off my tears.

"Don't cry, baby girl. It won't hurt. It will be pleasurable," He coos. I resist his touches while he keeps smirking.

"Don't worry, dear. You'll not regret it."

My mother legit said:

I don't know how the fuck I should react when I am fighting with my mother?

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