Chapter Song : Dangerous woman by Rosenfled

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Jungkook

The dim lights of the club had an effect on me, it always had. Taking a deep breath, I placed my fingers on the strings of my guitar. For an unknown reason, I was nervous today. Suddenly my heart felt heavy and my fingers felt frozen. But I still strummed on the strings like I always did.

Sweet talk and pretty face I got
beat at......

The lack of emotion in my voice made me frustrated. I couldn't even sing properly today. Sighing, I placed my guitar on the table beside me, poking my inner cheek with my tongue.

It was ridiculous. I didn't want to fucked up my life more than it already was. The chances of getting fired tonight were fifty. I brought my hands to my face, rubbing them gently, trying not to mess up the make-up I had put on for tonight's show.

"Jungkook, are you okay?" Taesung asked, with a worried voice. I was not okay, I kept messing up with the beats. I'd been failing to sing my own song, which I had wanted to sing for a long time. When the manager finally allowed me to do that tonight, I was nervous.

"It's okay, take a break. We still have one hour to practice before the performance starts." he assured me, dropping his drumsticks on the side before placing his hand on my shoulder. I nodded, hiding my disappointment. "Want me to bring some water for you"? This boy had never failed to amaze me with his caring personality. I mouthed a 'Thank you' as he left to bring water. Drinking water in a bar full of alcohol, funny, wasn't it?

I took a look at the watch resting on my wrist, 40 minutes to go but my legs were still shaking in nervousness despite performing here for more than 3 years. But today, I was going to perform my own song in front of an audience. The thought of performing in front of several people excited me, like the first time. It was merely an attempt. But people applauded me by the time I finished.

It made my seventeen year old self happy and excited. The manager of the club had asked me to play on more time and that turned into everyday. I enjoyed playing guitar as much as I enjoyed singing. But singing my own songs was another thing.

I kept tapping the shiny floor with my shoes. 30 minutes to go, and I was wondering where the fuck Taesung had gone. He was supposed to bring me water and then practice one last time with me.

I watched as people were drinking, talking, dancing and grinding on each other. With the alcohol and sweat mixing in the air, it was already heated enough. In the center, someone brought a chair, a mic and there he was, the manager, with a forced smile on his face. Even though I was to mess up today's performance, he had no choice but to keep me. He knew I was popular among the girls and women.

I averted my eyes from him, fixing it on my guitar. I would be lying if I was not afraid, afraid of failure. What if I messed up? What if my voice cracks while singing. All eyes would be on me, judging my every move. I have to be perfect, no matter what.

"Jungkook, here" Taesung's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. His hand was stretched out to give me a glass of water. "Took you forever" I commented, taking the glass from him and gulping it down. The water instantly soothed my throat.

"The manager had called me," he said, sitting on the stool, running his fingers through his hair. The grey shirt hugging his perfect masculine body, his hair parted to the side, some strands falling on his forehead. If something was deadly about him was his green eyes, they were so unique and mesmerizing. He lazily waved his drumsticks in the air. I raised my eyebrows in confusion.

"Why?" I asked, I watched him but his bottom lip, a habit of his whenever he was stressed or nervous.

"They want you to play alone tonight".

"You are joking aren't you?" It had to be a joke. How could I perform alone?

"Apparently, there will be some important guests here today so the manager wants the atmosphere to be perfect, like" he thought for a while, tilting his head to the side, nose scrunching "I don't know okay" he finally admitted "that guy is acting crazy today, so if you want us to continue performing here, you have to listen to him".

"That's fucking ridiculous" my blood pressure was rising high due to such absurd information. I couldn't perform alone tonight, no matter how good I was, there was this uneasiness in my chest which I couldn't ignore. Taesung brought his hand to my shoulder, gently squeezing me. "I know you Jungkook," he reassured me.

"If you are not ready, you can change the song. Just sing something you always do in front of them."

"It's not about that Tae, I just cannot find it. The devotion, the emotion, the right way to sing that song. Can you believe it?"

"Don't think like that, I have known you for three years and you sing like it's a part of you. As much as I love drumming, I could see the love you have towards music. So don't worry, just sing something else for today. You can sing your song when you are ready".

I licked my lips, thinking about it. Maybe it was better to drop that idea for today. Maybe I needed more time to practice. Taesung gave me a friendly punch on the arm, making me chuckle. "Oh, and don't worry. I'll be behind you, if you need me".

"What would I do without you? You are the best dude".

"Please drop the bromance and go quickly if you don't want us to beg tomorrow in the streets".

I nodded and stood up. It was time. Just sing something else I told myself. Taking my guitar with me, I left the room. It was then that I noticed how tense I was, my veins were popping and I could feel myself almost tripping on the shiny floor. Mentally, I was screaming. Physically, I was sweating.

The moment I reached the stage, the strong smell of alcohol welcomed me. I was not a fan of alcohol, but singing in a nightclub made me used to the smell. I could feel eyes on me as I sat on the chair, the DJ turned off the ear splitting sound. The dancing came to an end. All eyes are on me.

It was difficult to tell if they were here for my singing or just to watch me. I was aware of my popularity among ladies. I wondered if they'd noticed my vocals, my high notes as much as they would notice my facial features and admired it. For the manager I was just an eye candy to lure customers so it could benefit him, nothing more.

The stage glowed in red and green, creating the mood for a sensual song. People liked it that way, to listen to something heavenly and sensual while swaying their bodies with their loved ones or just to prepare for a one night stand.

Just sing whatever comes to your mind, I reminded myself.

With a deep sigh, I faced the crowd with a smile on my lips, which I knew would always work on women and teenage girls. Their eyes were dreamy and sparkling like stars. Everything felt like every day, all I just needed to do was sing and go home like every other day, like always.

My eyes were looking around the bar, finding the familiar faces which I'd been seeing quite often lately. Some of them squealed in happiness, some covered their mouths in excitement and some -

My eyes stopped on an individual person whom I'd never seen before in the bar. In the corner, with a glass of whiskey in her hand, one finger playing with the rim and her eyes were fixed on me with a bored look. She didn't look away, nor squealed like other girls. Her brows joined, Intimidating eyes looking through my soul as if she could see my fear and at any moment she would expose me in front of the world. There was no effect on her by me, instead she smirked, bringing the glass to her perfectly painted lips before taking a sip from it.

Suddenly there was a storm taking over my heart, wreaking havoc on every inch of my body. She made my mind silent and fizzy in a different way. Her eyes looked at me in a way I could never have imagined. My breath hitched, and for a second I forgot to breathe. She was playing with me, and she knew the effect she was leaving on me.

She was a Dangerous woman.

"Jungkook," the faint calling of my name made me avert my eyes from her. I turned to my right to find the owner of the voice. Taesung stood behind a pillar like a thief, a worried expression on his face which made me feel anxious. 'What' I silently yelled, not knowing why he was so tense. It was supposed to be me, sitting on the stage- "shit" I cursed internally, looking in front of me. Curious eyes meeting mine, my heart thumping loudly in my chest.

Did I just forget that I was here to perform?

Clearing my throat awkwardly, I took my guitar, placing my fingers on the strings. As I hit the first chord, I remembered I still had no idea what I was supposed to sing. I bit my lip, but continued. As if asking for an answer, I looked at the corner again, the same brown eyes staring at me with so much mischief. I found myself smiling.

My fingers moved on their own as if they knew what they were doing. A tune which was new to my ears came from my guitar. My mind danced in ecstasy once I heard it, my eyes still fixed on that particular person. Her sinful smile drowning me in, her enchanted eyes casting a spell on me.

Sweet talk and pretty face
I got beat at my own game
You came around
Made me lose my mind
A lovely crime
Around a glass of wine

You broke into my sinful life
You shot me down and stole my heart
With just a look you locked me up
I guess it's bad luck

You're a dangerous woman

My lips moved on their own, as if singing only for her.

You're a dangerous woman

Call a priest, call my mother
Cuz Lucifer is going back to being an angel
I've found redemption in a foxy incarnation
I'm giving up my reign in Hell to spend a day in Eden
You're the best woman for the worst of men
You bring some heaven to my wicked land
Cross my heart and hope to die
You leave me high and dry

You're a dangerous woman

You're a dangerous woman

You heard my prayers
My cry for danger
You came down to me like the darkest of angels
But your salvation
Feels like damnation
I'm prey to the worst of assassinations

You're a dangerous woman

You're a dangerous woman

Just like cyanide
I will breathe your lies
You could break my heart
And I would still come right back
You caught me off guard
I have lost this fight
So come on and end me
I'm at your mercy

You're a dangerous woman (Wooh)

You're a dangerous woman

You're a dangerous woman

You're a dangerous woman

As my fingers stopped, I was breathing heavily. There was a silence surrounding me, which made my inside twist, I was not planning to sing it, not that way. But my heart felt light, my eyes never leaving her. An amusing look on her face, her perfect red lips curved into a smile and she clapped. Bringing me back to reality.

The dim lights disappeared, replacing them with bright lights which hurt my eyes. The sound of applause died, whistles and screams of girls echoed in the club. I smiled as people came to me.

What the fuck just happened?

"Dude, what was that?" Taesung came to me, his mouth hanging low, eyes wide while approaching me. "Was it that bad?" I suddenly felt insecure, waiting for his next words. I must have sang badly.

"Bad?" He snapped "you were fucking amazing. Just 30 minutes ago you were nagging about how you couldn't sing and fuck, you were so into it" I didn't hear him talking as I turned around to look at the corner where she was, but because of the crowd I couldn't see her. The women around me kept screaming and stared at me with dreamy eyes, but my eyes were only looking for her.

"You were amazing today, the way you were singing with so much passion and dedication" One girl commented.

"Please give me your autograph or maybe a selfie with me" Another one.

"Can I please have your number?" Someone said and the girls around me stared at her in annoyance. As if they were ready to pull each other's hair just to have my number. I ignored them and continued to search for the spot where I'd last seen her, my muse. She had ignited a fire inside of me which only increased. She had left a thirst in my heart which kept calling for her.

Realizing the fact that she must have left made me feel awful, even worse. Because of her, I had found the courage to sing tonight. I wanted to see her one more time.

"Looks like you are gonna be very famous from now" Taesung said as he scrunched up his nose as a girl pushed her cleavage in front of his face while reaching out to me. Poor guy.

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I slumped on the chair under the ace, unbuttoning the first few buttons of my shirt. Sweat rolling from my forehead, I could feel my hair sticking on my skin. My shirt, which was wet due to sweat clinged to my body. I closed my eyes, feeling the cool air caressing my skin giving me a heavenly sensation. Everything about today was unreal, like a dream.

People kept coming to me, more like only ladies, asking for my autograph or taking selfies with me. Some asked me for my number but I politely declined the offer. The sudden attention freaked me out. Yes, I wanted to be recognized as a singer. I wanted to pursue my career in singing, but I didn't want fame coming along with it. All I wanted was to sing and go home afterwards and play games with my friends and attend university the very next day.

"Here you are, our Rock star".

"Go away, I want to rest for a while before going home" Taesung kept teasing me after the interaction with the girls, or should I say ladies or teenage girls. Fuck, I had no idea. Nowadays, it is very difficult to guess someone's age by their appearance. And I didn't want to hurt my head by thinking about girls. But that one was an exception. By the time I was able to reach the seat where she'd been sitting, it was too late. No sign of her presence.

"Rest, my ass" My body jolted up as a cushion landed on my face. "What the fuck man" I groaned, throwing back the cushion at him but he dodged it and the poor cushion landed on the floor.

"Stop being an ass, you just sung one song and you are behaving like you just finished a fucking concert".

"But I'm really tired and all I want to do is sleep right now," which must have sounded ridiculous since the loud music coming from the other door made my head split. "You know what, I'm going home" I said and stood up, grabbing my guitar and my backpack.

"Well, if that's what you want. But what about the girls who are waiting to meet you outside?" I rolled my eyes and started to walk towards the back door. "See you" I heard Taesung saying as I closed the door behind me.

The dark instantly welcomed me. The alley was usually silent and fewer people roamed around there. The faint music came from the closed doors. I searched for my keys in my pocket while walking towards my bike. As I walked, something caught my eyes. Someone was leaning against the wall. Their faces were not clear due to the darkness, but I could clearly see the smoke coming from the cigarette. The figure standing in the dark took a puff of the cancer stick and inhaled it like it was something precious.

As the faint moonlight fell on the strangers' faces, my heart stopped. Leaning against the wall was she, the girl I'd been looking for in the club. She didn't notice me as she continued smoking while staring at the dusky clouds floating in the air.

Black pencil heels around her ankles, as she wore a black trouser and a black coat, underneath her coat was a white shirt, which was half opened giving me access to her cleavage, perfectly held by her bra. I couldn't understand her dressing style, but with her messy shoulder length hair and the cigarette between her red lips made it alluring. She was not doing anything yet. She was seducing me in the worst way.

My eyes shamelessly stared at her cleavage as she took a puff and exhaled it into the night sky.

"Are you done eye fucking me" Her voice, like a sharp knife, no sweetness, no angelic tone which I had thought was used to describe as a girl's voice, but rather a cold and dominant one, which made my inside shiver in ecstasy.