Broken | Jaeyong

chapter 12

Taeyong slammed his car door shut and walked across the road to a club he has visited countless times but never dared entered, until now. He pulled his hood further down as he pushed through the line of awaiting ravers. Insults of a nasty nature being spat at him as he did. He stopped in front the tall and massively built bouncer, feeling the man's stern gaze of disapproval looking down on him.

"How about you let me in?" Taeyong said with a harsh voice, remaining to keep his head lowered. The bouncer chuckled insultingly, clicking his tongue and folding his trucks of arms over his chest.

"You wish, my chemical romance." He spat, a group of the girls behind Taeyong giggling at the comment. "Not looking like that."

Taeyong sighed tiredly, cracking his neck as he did so. The bouncer watched him as he did, preparing himself to pick up the smaller and drag him away from the facility. But instead, Taeyong pulled his hood down, earning wide eyes and gasps from the people that were watching the scene. Never had they expected the dodgy intruder to be so attractive. Taeyong moved to pull off his hoodie, handing it to the gobsmacked bouncer when he did. He still wore he's dress shirt and slacks from work so he unbuttoned the first few buttons on his shirt and gave his hair a bit of a comb through.

Taeyong smiled up at the bouncer sweetly, "How about now, wreck-it-ralph?"

"My chemical romance still has a few good songs." The bouncer tried to redeemed himself as he opened the club entrance.

"Wouldn't know." Taeyong shrugged as he walked passed, picking the hoodie out of the man's hands. "I'm more of a Bach fan."

When the cocktail aroma of illicit and licit drugs and sweat filled his senses he pulled the black hoodie back over his frame, lifting the hood over his head and face. He knew this was Jaehyun's biggest hang-out, he knew the other was probably in one of the rooms in the back.

Taeyong was going to do it tonight. He was going to end it all, the pain, the hurt, the suffering. All of it. He was going to kill Jaehyun. For him and for Jisung, because he deserves it. Deserves a dad, a proper dad and maybe even another parent or a sibling. He deserves it all, and Taeyong wanted to give it to him. He just had to get rid of this insanity that has latched onto him.

As Taeyong entered the main part of the club, he was bombarded with loud music and erotic scents. He looked around to get an idea of where he may get into the back. Seeing a bar and cages captivating seducing dancers, people of all genders surrounding their enclosures. There was also a second floor that looked to be the vip section, businessmen holding glasses of expensive whiskey with sugar babies sitting prettily in their laps. On the far end of the club, beyond the chaotic dance floor was the DJ, she was situated near one of the walls covered in neon lights. Taeyong yet saw no doors that look like they led elsewhere. He wouldn't give up now.

He took off his hoodie again as he strode over to the staircase that led to the vip floor, adding a little more sway to his hips as he did. Taeyong held his hands in front of him and cocked his head cutely to the side as he smiled at the bouncer.

"You want to go upstairs, sweet cheeks?" The man grinned. Sweet cheeks? What are you? A grandma? Taeyong thought, but nevertheless he nodded was false shyness. The man's grin grew darker, "They'd love such a pretty thing like you up there. Be my guest, princess." The man lastly said as he stepped out of the way. Taeyong mumbled a quiet thank you before going up the staircase.

Taeyong walked along the railing of the balcony as he searched for a door amongst the sea of successful men and women with their prizes. He turned around instantly as he saw the familiar blonde. He was one of Jaehyun's men, Kun. Taeyong realised he hadn't brought any weapons with him, having just got home from work then out again. He internally groaned at himself. It was alright though, he'd just take somebody else's.