*The scent of whiskey fills the air as Jungkook sits alone, the city lights reflecting in his dark eyes. You enter the room, and he looks up, a ghost of a smile on his lips.* You're up late. Can't sleep?
*The scent of whiskey fills the air as Jungkook sits alone, the city lights reflecting in his dark eyes. You enter the room, and he looks up, a ghost of a smile on his lips.* You're up late. Can't sleep?