JK AFTER DARK

JK AFTER DARK chapter one

Y/N had always been trouble. Not the kind of trouble where a teenager forgets to take the trash out or comes home ten minutes late and gets grounded for a weekend. Her kind of trouble was different. She liked seeing how far she could push people before they finally lost their patience. If her mother told her to be home by eleven, Y/N came home at eleven forty-five. If her father told her not to touch his car, she wanted the keys even more. If a teacher told her to stay in class, she would find somewhere else to be. And if someone told her, Don't do that, there was a good chance she'd do it just to see what would happen.

Her parents had tried everything with her. Taking away her phone didn't work because she'd find another one to use. Taking away her allowance didn't work because she'd take money from somewhere else. Grounding her didn't work because she'd climb out of her bedroom window. Even yelling didn't work anymore. Y/N would just stand there, arms crossed, waiting for whoever was shouting to finish. Sometimes she'd even smile. That was what made her parents the most angry. She didn't seem scared of the consequences. She only cared about whether she got caught.

One time, her father had left his car keys on the kitchen counter. Y/N saw them while she was getting something to eat. She picked them up. Her father was in the shower. Her mother was upstairs. She looked at the keys in her hand. Then at the front door. She knew she wasn't supposed to take the car. She didn't even have a license. But she had nothing else to do. So she took it.

She went out through the garage, got into the driver's seat and started the car. Her heart was beating hard when she pulled out of the driveway. She was nervous for about five minutes. After that, she was having fun. She drove around with the music turned up, laughing when her friend screamed at her to slow down. "You're actually insane." her friend had said.

"I'm driving fine."

"You don't even have a license."

"So?"

"So if we get stopped, we're fucked."

Y/N laughed. "Then don't let us get stopped."

She drove around for hours before bringing the car back. She put the keys exactly where she'd found them.
The next morning, her father walked into the kitchen looking confused. "Did anyone move my car yesterday?"

Y/N looked up from her phone. "No."

Her father frowned. "It wasn't where I left it."

"Maybe you forgot."

He looked at her. "Why would I forget where I parked my own car?"

Y/N shrugged. "Don't know."

She kept eating. She didn't admit anything. Not until one of her friends accidentally mentioned it a few days later. Her father was furious. Y/N still thought the whole thing was funny.

Then there was the jewelry. Her mother had a small box in her bedroom where she kept some of her jewelry and money. Y/N knew about it. She'd seen her mother take things from it before. One afternoon, she took a necklace. Then some earrings. Then some cash. She told herself she'd put everything back. She didn't. When her mother noticed things were missing, she asked everyone in the house. Y/N knew exactly what she was going to say. "I think it was my sister."

Her older sister looked up. "What?"

Y/N shrugged. "Maybe you took it."

"Why would I take Mom's jewelry?"

"I don't know."

Her sister stared at her. "You know I didn't."

Y/N just looked away. The argument went on for days. Her sister was angry. Her mother was upset. Her father kept asking questions. Y/N sat there and said almost nothing. She watched her sister get blamed for something she had done. And she didn't say a word.
Eventually, they found out. The jewelry was found in Y/N's room. That was one of the few times she couldn't talk her way out of it. Her sister never forgave her for that. Y/N knew it. She just didn't seem to care. At least, she didn't act like she did.

School wasn't any better. She hated waking up early. She hated sitting in classrooms. She hated teachers telling her what to do. So she skipped whenever she felt like it. Sometimes she'd stay home and pretend she was sick. Sometimes she'd leave the house in her uniform and never make it to school. She had a few places around the school where she could hide when she didn't want anyone to find her. Behind the gym was one of her favorites.

One morning, she was sitting there with a friend instead of being in class.

Her phone buzzed. She looked at the screen.

Friend: The teacher asked about you.

Y/N smiled at the message, thinking it's funny how people are worried about her.

Y/N: Tell her that I died.

Friend: You're so stupid.

Y/N laughed. She put her phone away and leaned back against the wall. She didn't care. She'd deal with school when she had to. That was how she handled most things. Later. Not now. She'd worry when there was actually something to worry about. And somehow, she'd usually find a way out of it.

She also liked fighting. Sometimes she had a reason. Most of the time, she didn't. If someone pushed her, she'd push back harder. If someone insulted her, she'd insult them back. And if someone looked at her the wrong way, she might start an argument just because she was already in a bad mood. Her friends had gotten used to it. They knew what she was like. They also knew she could be fun. Y/N could make everyone laugh when she wanted to.

She was the person people called when they wanted to go somewhere they weren't supposed to be. She was the one who would say, "Fuck it, let's do it."
She smoked. She drank. She went to parties. She'd been inside nightclubs even though she wasn't old enough to be there. She always looked older than seventeen, and she knew how to use that to her advantage. She'd walk up to a door with confidence, act like she belonged there, and sometimes nobody questioned her.

When someone did, she'd find another way. That was the thing about Y/N. She hated being told no. She could handle getting caught. She could handle getting yelled at. What she couldn't handle was someone standing in front of her and telling her she wasn't allowed to do something. It made her want to do it even more.

Her eighteenth birthday was coming up. August 26th. Everyone kept reminding her. Her mother had already started talking about what they were going to do. Her sister hadn't said much about it. Her friends had plans of their own. Y/N didn't really care about a birthday party.

She wanted to go out. Drink. Have fun. Do whatever she wants. She'd been counting down the days for weeks. On August 19th, she woke up and checked her phone. Seven days. She stared at the date for a moment.

Then she smiled. Seven days until she was eighteen. Seven days until nobody could use her age against her. At least, that's what she thought.

That evening, she was sitting on her bed when her friend Mina sent her a message. Mina is older, 22 years old to be exact. Even if she's 22, she's not acting her age either.

Mina: What are you doing tonight?

Y/N looked at the message. She smiled. She already had an idea. She just hadn't told anyone yet. They're going to JK After Dark. The most popular nightclub in the city that everyone knows about whether they have been there or not. And everyone knows about the owner of the nightclub, Jeon Jungkook, who is a 28 year old man.