WRONG TARGET // BTSxREADER

Part 2

You huff, staring at the entrance of the Korean club with crossed arms. Not only did you not have time to look around Seoul, but you were also sleep deprived because you decided to spend the night scrolling through YouTube instead of trying to get used to the time zone. You click your tongue in annoyance as you tap your ear once "Hear me clearly?" Ash could be heard clicking on the line. She smirked, laying in bed with a bag of chips by her side, a laptop on her lap, and a bottle of Sprite next to her as she looked around the fancy hotel they were so generously assigned to. "I can hear you loud and clear. Break a leg" You huff as two men walked past, smirks on their faces as they whistled. You glare at them "Yah! Dodaeche mwol bogo issneungeoya? gaejasig...." (Yo! What the hell are you looking at? Son of a bitch...) You yell at them in Korean, immediately making them look away and fasten their pace. "alright, I'm heading inside" You mumble. Making your way to the door, guarded by security as a long line stood, you however, didn't intend to wait, heading straight to the old man who was now first in line and about to walk in, you cleared your throat, putting on your whiny bitch voice and smiling "Oppa!" You yelled, running and clinging to his arms. The old man was startled but immediately gave a perverted smile, staring at your cleavage as he spoke "Hello there" he said, being let through the doors as you made cute noises. Making sure that there was no one else checking to let you through.

Music played louder as you two made your way up the led-lit stairs and the doors opened, revealing a huge fancy club. As soon as you stepped foot into the dimly lit space, you were transported to another world. The club was pulsating with energy, the heat emanating from every corner. The air thick with sweat and the smell of expensive cologne mingled with cheap liquor as bodies moved in sync with the pounding bass. Strobe lights flashed erratically against the black walls, casting shadows that concealed sin and debauchery. Women in barely-there dresses clung shamelessly to their partners, swaying sensually to the rhythm while men prowled about like predators on a hunt for flesh.
This was no place for the faint of heart or those who fear losing themselves to temptation - this was a hot, intense jungle where only the strongest survived. Yet despite its ostentatiousness, there was an undeniable allure that drew people towards it like moths to a flame.

You smirk, releasing the man's arm "Why don't I buy you a drink?" The old man asked only for you to smirk "Oooh! Sure! I need a drink as a celebration of my yeast infection being cured!" You spat out nonsense, but that was enough for the man's eyes to widen and make him slowly leave. You chuckle, looking around the bar, seeing tons of hot women and men dancing, some drinking and some watching the strippers dance "How the fuck am I supposed to find this dude?" You mumbled, heading to the bar.

Your eyes dart around the room, analyzing every face and detail, excluding the people who don't fit the description. "What can I get for you, lovely lady?" The bartender asked, a smirk painting his sculpted face, you looked at him, immediately excluding him and putting on a smile "I'll have a... Long Island please" you say, letting him know "Right away, ma'am" he said, picking out a few drinks and skillfully mixing them up as you once again look around, tapping your fingers on the counter "Hey uhh... Have you seen a man with an eyebrow and lip piercing? And a whole right arm tattooed?" Your words didn't go unnoticed as the bartender stopped, glancing at you, his smile dropped for a second before continuing to make the drink. "yeah. He comes here a few times... I don't think I saw him today" he said, placing a glass in front of you and pouring the drink skillfully. The music banged in your ears as you raised an eyebrow "Yeah?" You stare at the man, something felt off about him, like he was lying to you.

You decide to play along, letting out a disappointed sigh "Shame...he caught my eye...do you at least know his name?" Your eyes meet the bartenders as you lean onto the counter, trying to make your chest look bigger as you took the drink in your hand. The man held eye contact and quickly glanced around "... Well... Around here, he is known as... Kookie" You had to restrain yourself from laughing, your face slowly morphing into a smirk as Ash snickered "Kookie? Is he serious?" "What a cute nickname!" You squealed, taking a sip of the drink and looking back at the dance floor. The bartender smiled, walking off, giving you time to mumble "Hurry up"

Ash huffed, scouring the internet for a man named Cookie and Kookie "Dude, it's a nickname, what do you want from me?" You couldn't help but glare at your surroundings, pretending to drink as you mumbled "This noice fellow gave us some useful info. Ya better focking get something out of it." "wait... OH ok. New stuff. Kookie was used in one person's deleted Instagram post. Wait a second....." Ash spoke, searching for ways to undo the deleted post, and immediately smirked, seeing two women and one man in the photo, his tongue out and hands shaped into gang signs as he stared into the camera "BOOM omfg I'm so smart. Ok, so he has Black hair"

"Well, that narrows it down" you say sarcastically, since almost every Korean had black hair, at least in this club. "Jeez ok... Ugh, I'll just send you the photo" Ash huffs, making you immediately look at your phone as you get a notification and turn on the picture "Well... He sure isn't an old biker" "Who isn't?" A sudden deep voice spoke next to you, making you look to the side to see a smirking Kookie. You take your time looking the man up and down, his smirk signalling that he was enjoying you checking him out. His piercing, doe-like eyes seemed like a deep pool of mystery and intensity that draws you in with ease. The sharp angles of his handsome face only serve to accentuate the otherworldly beauty of his features, making him stand out in any crowd as a true work of art. His full lips curve into a knowing smile that hints at both mischief and tenderness. A perfect balance that only adds to his already irresistible charm.

Your surprised look immediately morphs into a flirtatious one "Well hello there. To what do I owe the pleasure?" You asked, surprised that he understood english, crossing your legs as the man looked you up and down "Well, it's kind of easy to spot a beautiful foreigner sitting alone near the bar" he said, leaning against the counter "Oh? Did you see something you like, then?" You asked, turning to face him as he grinned. You spoke, tucking a hair behind your ear "Aren't you going to order me a drink?" Kookie chuckled "Bartender! Two drinks please.." "-A martini for me" You said and smiled at the bartender as he nodded, a concerned look on his face when he saw you two "So what is such a pretty face doing all alone in a place like this?" He asked, his eyes analyzing your every move "Ok but why is his voice so hot?" Ash spoke as you sighed, throwing your head back and ruffling your hair. Kookies gaze fell onto your neck, his eyes trailing down to your collarbones as he bit his lip "Oh, you know... Such a place doesn't go unnoticed by party animals" 

Just as you finished the sentence, the drinks were brought out, Kookie lifted both of them up, handing one to you "Well... Then I'm pleased to know you like it here" he said, raising his glass up for you to toast. As much as the drink looked delicious, you just couldn't trust this man enough to drink it, but still, you toasted with him and right before your lips touched the glass, you spoke "Oh, I wanted to ask you something" you scooted closer, putting your hand behind him as he frowned "Look around... There are so many hot girls here-" you said, making Kookie put his drink down for a second and look around, since you were so close that you were almost touching shoulders, it was easy for you to slip out a little see through tablet out of your sleeve and throw it into his drink, continuing to talk "- All of them are just waiting for a hot guy like you to come to them.... So why me" you asked with a smirk as Kookie chuckled, leaning in closer to your face and whispering in your ear "I am drawn to new things" his deep voice sent shivers of cringe down your spine as he lifted his glass up and put it to his lips, still holding eye contact with you. But before he took a single sip, he stopped, like he sensed something was wrong. You tensed up, knowing that you'd be dead if you were caught "You know what?... Why don't we go dance?" He asked, putting the drink down.

"Shit" Ash growled as your face dropped for a second before whining "Oh come on... how am I going to dance in these heels?" You acted uncomfortable as the man stood up, taking in a deep breath, his white silk shirt being so tight around his chest, you could see the contours of his bulging biceps, chiseled chest, and rippling abs, all concealed beneath the fabric. "Oh come ooon, just one dance" He said, extending his hand.

"I don't know what the fuck is going on but you better accept, he's hot as fuck" Ash spoke as you playfully rolled your eyes, accepting the offer and giving him your hand. He didn't waste time gently pulling you to the dance floor, you huffed already done with this mission, but you had a bad feeling about this target, so it's better to be safe than sorry. You wrapped your hands around Kookies neck as he put his hands on your waist "How about we get tequila after this?" You ask, swaying to the beat.

Ash stopped mid-chew "Did I hear tequila? Oh come on I was still eating..." the woman grumbled, getting off the bed and stretching "Alright, alright, I'm coming"