Taehyung's PoV;
"Damn, you look good."
I turned to see Jungkook coming in from the bathroom, toweling his hair as he walked in just his boxers.
"You think? I don't really like it." I adjusted my shirt, playing with the button.
To celebrate Yoongi's and Jimin's proposal, we were off out for some drinks downtown. I'd only ever drank at home, I'd never been out. Well, I was never allowed out as a kid and I had no friends to go with even if I was allowed. I'd never really seen the point in drinking, mostly because my mother and father were strictly against it and I remember my father beating my brother because he came home slightly drunk.
I liked drunk Jungkook, his cheeks always turned slightly pink and cute and his eyes would sparkle. He'd always be louder and more cheerful than usual, singing and dancing like no one was watching. I always thought drunks were aggressive, but that's never been the case. Must've been something my mother told me.
He hugged me from behind, his wet hair tickling my skin as he rested his head in the crook of my neck.
"I think you look beautiful, babe."
Since it was a casual thing, we weren't wearing suits or formal wear, which felt extremely weird as we're always in formal wear or pyjamas.
I'd put on a plain white button-up shirt, paired with black skinny jeans that had rips on the knees.
"I don't know, I look too formal." I sulked, resting my head against Jungkook's wet hair, immediately moving my head.
He laughed, going back to towelling his hair.
"I have an idea. Give me a second."
He disappeared into his wardrobe, searching around in his draws.
I heard rustling before a loud shout of achievement, "found it!"
He came back out, holding something in his hand.
"What is it?"
"A headband."
"Aren't they for girls?"
"Uh, do I look like a girl?"
"Well-"
"Taehyung!"
I laughed, looking at his fake annoyance.
"Put the damn thing on. You'll suit it, I promise."
I took the black fabric, putting it on over my head.
"And now, pull it up to your forehead."
I followed his instructions, letting him adjust it before pushing me to the mirror.
"Honestly, I should've been a fashion designer. I'm in the wrong job." Jungkook said as he pulled out some clothes from his wardrobe, "what'd you think?"
I looked at myself in the mirror, seeing that my outfit had been transformed by a headband. I pulled a face of appreciation.
"I look pretty good."
"Pretty good? More like pretty fucking hot. Talk about self-restraint."
I laughed at Jungkook, "why are you always so horny?"
"If your boyfriend looked like mine, you would be too."
"It'd be pretty fucking weird if my boyfriend looked like me."
"Yeah, it'd be pretty fucking illegal."
"Why?"
"What? Did you think incest was legal?"
I grimaced, "I thought we were on about lookalikes."
"I thought we were on about identical twins. My bad."
I looked at my phone, seeing we had about five minutes until we had to leave.
"Jungkook we've got like five minutes. You're not even dressed."
"You make a good point."
He stood up, quickly picking up his clothes.
He pulled on a plain black t-shirt, matching it with a pair of leather pants and black trainers. He sprayed cologne on his neck, shoving on a leather jacket. He messed his hair up, leaving it fluffy and curly.
"Close your mouth, you'll catch flies babe." Jungkook pushed his phone into his pocket, leaving his wallet as Yoongi was paying for everything.
"My mouth wasn't open."
"It will be tonight." Jungkook winked.
"That made literally no fucking sense."
"I know." He laughed.
"You do look damn fine though." I commented, looking at his thighs in his tightly fitted leather pants.
"All the best for you." He kissed me, pulling apart when Jin shouted that it was time to go.
He held my hand, walking down the stairs.
"How many rings have you got on?"
"The usual, plus one." He replied.
"Why plus one?"
"The promise ring." He showed me his free hand.
I smiled, seeing mine on my other hand.
"Damn Taehyung, you're looking bold as fuck." Yoongi whistled.
"I never realised you had eyebrows." Jimin murmured, seemingly to himself.
Everyone snapped their heads to look at Jimin, Yoongi scowling slightly.
"Uh." Jungkook raised an eyebrow, "Jimin what are you on about?"
"I don't know." Jimin laughed, brushing off the embarrassment.
"Doesn't my man look good?" Jungkook said, making jazz hands around me as he showed me off.
"You do look good." Jin said, high fiving me.
"Hands off." Jungkook growled playfully as Hoseok touched my face.
"How are we getting there?" I asked, swatting Hoseok's hands again.
We walked out of the house, Jungkook instructing one of the servants to lock the door behind us and telling them what time to expect us.
"Chauffeur. One of the lower downs is driving us." Jungkook said, pointing to the guy waiting outside.
He waved, "good evening gentlemen, for those who don't know me, my name is Kihyun and I'll be driving you tonight. I work in the trade section, lower down in the gang."
He was short and had pastel pink hair, smiling brightly.
Jungkook smiled in return as he opened the door for him, allowing us all to get in before closing it and walking to the front.
He started the car, driving smoothly and turning in a way which meant we weren't thrown around.
"Are you picking us up?" Jungkook asked.
"No, my duty ends at nine. It'll either be Minhyuk or Shownu."
We all sat quietly as the two talked, none of us knew the guys lower down. We only knew the groups on the side, such as Jaebum's group or Taeyong's. We didn't know anyone else who worked in the mafia.
"Okay. Are you on timetable this week?"
"No. I'm only working today. I did a full week of shifts last week to cover for Taemin."
My ears perked up at 'Tae', thinking he'd said my name or Taeyong's. He didn't. Jimin laughed quietly at my sudden attention to Kihyun's words. I smacked him on the leg quickly, earning another laugh.
"What happened?"
"He got attacked on a drug run. Some goons from the Busan district."
"I bet it's Jung-hyun. Bastard."
"Who's that?" I asked Yoongi quietly.
"His brother. He runs a small gang in Jungkook's hometown. He's too scared to do anything to Jungkook, so he picks on lower downs." He explained, not disturbing Jungkook's and Kihyun's conversation.
"He's got a brother?"
Yoongi nodded, "The Jeons moved to Seoul when Jung-hyun went in the army so they could focus their attention on the mafia more, since Jungkook was still young."
"Jackson heard rumours that he was out of the army last year, which means it could be him" Namjoon explained.
"Will he attack us?" I asked.
"Probably. He won't attack Jimin as he's too close to Jungkook. He doesn't know who we are. To him, we're just servants. Him, Jungkook and Jimin grew up together, so he knows Jimin well." Yoongi replied.
"There's a chance he knows who Yoongi is, but we're not certain on it. Jungkook swears that he once saw him when he and Yoongi were out one day. Jungkook only walks around with his main servants, which is us." Namjoon said.
I opened my mouth, ready to reply but was interrupted by the car coming to a stop.
Kihyun got out, opening the door for Jungkook, helping him out. He walked to the back door, coming to get us.
The door opened, all of us at the back being greeted by Kihyun's smiling face.
"I hope the drive wasn't too bumpy. Have an amazing night, gents." He bowed, holding his hand out for us to use to get out.
"Jungkook, phone Wonho when you're ready to go home. He'll then send whoever is free to come get you all. There's two on night shift, so it doesn't matter what time you phone, they'll be up."
"Thank you, have a safe drive. If you see Taemin, send him my love and tell him I'll see him this week."
"Will do." He bowed, getting back into his car and driving away.
"Let's go!" Jungkook ran, dragging me to the club doors.
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As soon as we got in, Jungkook and Yoongi ran over to the bar, ordering loads of shots.
Jimin laughed, shaking his head.
"We'll go find a table to drink at." He walked around, chatting to Hoseok until we found a corner booth.
"There's people in it." Jin groaned.
"We need Jungkook to tell them." Hoseok laughed, pretending to be Jungkook by pulling an intimidating face.
Yoongi came over, "why are you stood over here? Find a table."
"We can't. Where's Jungkook?"
"Convincing the bartender to make fancy shots. I tried to stop him but he insisted." Yoongi laughed, pointing to Jungkook.
I held my head in my hands at slight embarrassment. What was my boyfriend?
I looked back to Jungkook leaning in to take a photo with the bartender, throwing up a quick peace sign before going back to their conversation. Jungkook nodded, shaking hands with the bartender before pointing to us, the man nodding and holding up three fingers, shooing him away jokingly.
Jungkook walked over, "we're doing selection shots. There's seven of each flavour, so we can have one each, eight times." He clapped.
"Are you trying to give us alcohol poisoning?" Jimin raised an eyebrow.
"Yes." He laughed, "why are we all stood over here?"
"We can't find a table." Jimin replied.
Jungkook nodded, walking over to the occupied one.
"Scatter." He said in an intimidating voice, the group of underaged teenagers flocking quickly.
"They were children." I said, shocked.
"High off their faces, check it." He swiped his finger on the table, licking the powder, "cheap cocaine. There's a shop in Daegu that sells half pure cocaine for dirt cheap."
"How would you know?" Yoongi asked.
"I used to buy it, claim it was pure shit and sell it for hundreds. I became a small drug dealer in my spare time. The people would claim that it was good shit and come back, offering to pay in thousands. Sometimes I'd mix it with heroin if the customers were wanting something to keep them on their toes all day."
"Aish, honestly. Only you, Jungkook." Hoseok laughed.
"Did you ever do it?" I asked, looking at the powder lines on the table.
"Occasionally."
"Weren't you'd scared you'd die?"
"I wasn't bothered if I lived or died at that moment in time, so no."
The bartender interrupted the conversation, by bringing a tray of seven shots, followed by other men bringing more trays.
"Okay. There's tequila, vodka and whiskey ones. The pink ones are vodka and raspberry, the blue ones are vodka and sour raspberry. There's Jack Daniels by itself, mixed with energy drinks and some mixed with cola. That one's tequila on it's own and you insisted some had everything in. That's that tray, I'd recommend that one last."
Jungkook cheered, thanking the men.
I think he was slightly buzzed on the cocaine, as his pupils had dilated.
"Let's drink!" Jungkook picked up the one with pink liquid in, everyone following.
"Uh, how do I drink this?" I asked him quietly, embarrassed.
"Don't be embarrassed, baby. Just drink it all in one, as fast as you can. I'll cover up for you if you slip up." Jungkook pressed a kiss to my cheekbone, smiling.
I smiled brightly in return, holding the glass to my lips.
Jungkook counted to three, everyone drinking on three.
Jimin and Hoseok pulled the same face, Namjoon pulling a face like he was sucking on a lemon. Yoongi exhaled sharply, putting the glass down. Jin screamed quietly, rubbing his throat.
My eyes watered slightly as the burn hit, the taste of raspberry masking the sourness.
Jungkook slammed the glass down, shaking his head slightly.
"That's strong." He said as he picked the next one up, the blue one.
We drank again, everyone's reactions slightly stronger this time.
We kept on going.
The tequila one was pretty gross, so was the single whiskey one. The ones where it was mixed were pretty nice though.
"Now, the big one." Jungkook picked up the shot which looked slightly purple.
He was pretty fucking drunk, slurring his words and almost dropping the glass as he drank it.
Yoongi's left eye twitched as he swallowed the drink, "holy fucking shit!"
Jimin shuddered, Jin copying.
Namjoon and Hoseok both made a similar screech.
I licked my lips, feeling like my throat was on fire.
Jungkook was even drunker, stumbling as he stood up, falling over.
I didn't feel that drunk, considering I had spilt most of the shots due to the cups being tiny and my hands being fucking huge. I'd probably had two or three full shots, whereas Jungkook had had all seven full shots.
He was wasted. And possibly slightly high on the cocaine, although I'm not sure how much you need to be high.
Jungkook stood up, brushing off the dirt on his knees, pulling Yoongi and Jimin by their wrists to the dancefloor, claiming it was their song on.
"Jimin had his first kiss to this song!" Jungkook shouted loudly, dancing.
"Fuck off Jungkook!" Jimin laughed, joining in with his dancing.
I turned back to the group, seeing Jin and Namjoon doing rock paper scissors before running to the bar and Hoseok looking down.
"Hoseok, you alright?"
"I don't know. I swear I've just seen Jung-hyun but I can't be sure."
My eyes widened, immediately looking around.
"Have you got anything on you?" I asked, regretting not picking up my blade or gun.
"Nothing. As far as I know, no one has. Yoongi has no pockets, so there's nothing to be carried and his trousers are too tight to even have a blade on his ankle. Jin and Jimin rarely carry. Namjoon isn't trusted with a gun when he's drunk, so he's got nothing. You've got nothing and neither have I. Did you see Jungkook pick any up?"
I shook my head, recalling when he was getting dressed, "even if he has, he's way too drunk."
Hoseok rubbed his temples, "he's known to attack public places, so even if he doesn't see us or Jungkook, we're still at risk."
Suddenly, all of my senses heightened. The music seemed louder and footsteps seemed closer. Jungkook's and Jimin's laughs seemed higher pitched and Yoongi's chuckle seemed deeper.
"Fuck, you're not drunk are you? You've paled." Hoseok asked frantically.
"No. I spilt most of my shots. I think Jungkook drank a few anyway."
Hoseok sighed, "thank god."
"There's no point worrying. If he sees us, he won't attack."
"He'll attack us, just not Jungkook or Jimin."
Hoseok looked over to Jungkook, who was overdoing a slut drop, tripping as he stood back up. Jimin shook his head, re-doing it but slower. Jungkook shouted a noise of understanding, copying Jimin's dance move, Jimin and Yoongi bursting into peals of laughter.
I looked at Namjoon and Jin dancing in the corner, talking to a group of people dressed strangely. I heard Hoseok click his tongue, pulling a face at the outfits.
A pretty lady sauntered over, a tight pink dress hugging her body. Curly blonde hair sat at her shoulders and blue eyes complimented her tan skin.
If I was straight, I think this would be the type of girl I'd go for.
"Hey there, gorgeous." She purred, looking at Hoseok, "I saw you from over there and couldn't resist those pretty lips. I can't go home without having a taste of you, fancy coming to the back with me?" She pointed to the doorway which presumably led to storage room.
That's classy. Fucking a stranger in a sweaty club, in the mouldy storage room. Can't imagine anything better.
"I'm sorry, I'm here with my best friend." Hoseok apologised politely.
"Oh, that's alright, he can come too." She leaned in closer, her boobs ready to pop out of her dress, "literally."
Hoseok laughed awkwardly, "he's taken."
"But you're not." She said, sitting on his lap.
"Can't deny that. Let's go." He held her hand, running to the storage room.
Nice. He clearly found her attractive. Attractive enough to leave his friend.
I walked over to the bar, sitting on one of the spinning chairs.
"What'cha wanting babe?" The bartender asked, the accent rough and common. Not creepy, but the typical accent that comes up when you think of a woman with overdone makeup and extreme hair extensions.
Fake, for a lack of a better word.
"Berry cocktail, please."
She tapped at the counter with excessively long nails, looking at a piece of paper as she popped her chewing gum.
"This on Yoongi?" She showed me the piece of paper, a picture of Yoongi with multiple pictures of us underneath, like some sort of identification.
I nodded, "Yeah. Kim Taehyung."
"Got'cha. Sunny'll make it for ya." She called her over, repeating my order.
Sunny looked like a younger version of my mother. Pretty with large brown eyes and long black hair, short in stature.
"Are you wanting any spirits in this?" She asked, "vodka or gin will go with it."
"Uh," My heart slightly clenched at the thoughts of my mother and how much I missed her even though I didn't really like her, "vodka please. Extra."
"Sorted." She shook the mixture, pouring it into a glass and adding a berry in the middle, "enjoy."
She walked away, leaving me alone at the bar.
I sat, mindlessly spinning the berry around with my finger.
I wonder what berry this is.
I began to think of literally anything to get my mind off my mother.
Why did she have to look like her?
I didn't particularly like my mother, but I still loved and missed her. And my brother, even though we never got along too well. Our personalities clashed a little too much.
He was well-liked, smart and popular. I wasn't popular, but I was smart.
But I'm smart in the way that it's not seen as cool. It's seen as nerdy.
Being openly gay didn't really help my situation either.
I'm just thankful that my brother never told my parents that I was gay.
He knew because I had a crush on his best friend.
So, in order to keep my secret a secret, I'd do all his homework and chores.
But to be honest, I'm not sure it was kept a secret. Why would my mother kick me out?
"What's a beauty like you doing here?" A gruff voice sounded, knocking me out of my thought process as hands gripped my shoulders.
"Not interested. Sorry." I shrugged their hands off.
"My heart." Jungkook groaned, appearing from behind, his identity being masked by the fake gruffness, "thought you loved me."
I laughed, not looking at him as I continued to spin the berry.
"What's the matter, baby?" I heard his voice change, sitting next to me.
"It's nothing."
"Come on, I know you better than that. What's up?" I felt him stroke my ear with the backs of his fingers.
"It's just, I don't know. I feel annoyed, I think, because you left me to go dance. It's totally fine, I'm not that annoyed, they're your best friends, getting married. I d-" He cut me off, pressing his lips to mine.
"I'm sorry, baby. I thought Hoseok was with you."
I grimaced, "no. A girl came up and asked us to go to the back with her. Hoseok went."
"You got asked to a threesome?" Jungkook laughed, tears forming.
"It's not funny! I was mortified!"
"Maybe one day." Jungkook murmured, thoughtful.
"Jungkook!" I jokingly slapped his arm.
He seemed like he'd sobered up a bit.
I don't quite know how, but somehow.
"Are you still drunk?"
"No."
"How? You were fucking wasted!" I looked at him shocked.
Wait.
Were his pupils dilated?
"Cocaine kills off the drunkenness."
"So you're high?"
"Technically. I'm still fully in my mind though, it just gives you energy and keeps you awake."
"Where in the living fuck did you just go get cocaine?" I asked, shocked.
"Literally anyone in here will sell it."
"Did you buy it off those teenagers?"
Jungkook laughed, "would I ever! No, I bought it from a friend of mine. He runs a shop in Daegu but comes to big clubs to get a bit of profit. Want some?"
"I don't think I do."
"You won't die, this is pure shit. You only die when it's mixed with stuff."
"Maybe after a drink or two."
I was willing to try it when I was a little tipsy, maybe after a beer or two. Not shots. Never again.
"Let's have our own mini party." Jungkook put his hand up, attracting the attention of the trashy bartender, "a round of shots, please."
Fuck.
"We are not getting drunk. You already got me wasted two days ago on some shit." I pressed down on his hand.
"Please?" He pouted. "That shit was my speciality drink."
"What is it?"
"I dunno. Usually vodka with a mixer."
"Jungkook!"
"What?"
"You told me it was lemonade."
"Is lemonade alcoholic?"
"I don't know, my mother used to tell me we couldn't have it because it would rot our teeth, like alcohol."
"Your mother is a fucking weirdo." He rolled his eyes, smiling at the bartender as she put down the tray.
"I got told that it's extra strong for Jeon." She winked.
What a shitty rhyme.
I glared at her as she attempted to make small talk with Jungkook.
"She was so flirting with you."
"Got free drinks out of it though. Yoongi's reservation doesn't include the club's special drinks, only some spirits and beer." He picked up a shot, handing one to me.
He tilted his head back as he drank the shot, squinting as it burned.
"That's good."
I looked at the purple liquid in the glass, "does this have glitter in?"
"She mentioned something about glitter when she was eye-fucking me. I was trying my best not to look at her black teeth."
I laughed, drinking the shot.
"Stick your tongue out."
I looked at him, confused but did it anyway.
"Your tongue is glittery!" He laughed, pressing a kiss to my tongue.
"Ew, what the fuck?" I giggled.
"Romantic." He picked up another shot, "let's do a love shot!"
I giggled again, wrapping my arm around his, downing the shot.
"You feel drunk enough to try some coke?"
I nodded, "yeah. I kinda want to try a bit."
Jungkook pulled the bag out from his jacket pocket, pouring it onto the counter.
"Excuse me, noona?" Jungkook shouted her over.
"Yes, what's up?"
"Would you mind getting us a bit of card and some notes?"
She looked down at the powder before nodding.
She went through the till, passing us two notes and a random credit card.
"The card is dead, do what you want with it. We'll add the notes onto the bill if you don't return them." She bowed, leaving.
I watched as Jungkook chopped the powder into finer particles, arranging it into lines. He rolled up a note into a cylinder.
"Okay, watch what I do." Jungkook placed the note near the line, pressed one side of his nose shut and hovered a nostril over the top of the note, sniffing as he moved the note down the line.
He sat back, rubbing his nose.
"Does it hurt?" I asked, holding the rolled up paper.
"Of course not, baby. Would I ever put you through pain?"
"Never." I copied his actions, breathing in the powder. I shut my eyes as it went down my throat.
"Holy shit, that's good." I breathed, my head spinning from alcohol and the drug.
"Isn't it just? You can also rub it on your gums." Jungkook rubbed some on the back of his teeth and onto his gums.
I copied, feeling the kick.
Third person's PoV;
Jungkook dragged Taehyung to the dance floor, the two totally wasted on alcohol and high from the cocaine.
"You look like you're in dirty -hic- dancing." Taehyung laughed.
Jungkook winked back at him, continuing to dance on him.
Yoongi and Jimin looked over, Yoongi pinching the bridge of his nose. They were slightly tipsy, leaning towards sober.
However, on the other hand, Jungkook and Taehyung were the complete opposite.
"They're fucking wasted." Yoongi sighed.
"Don't they look cute though?" Jin came over, Namjoon's arms hugging his waist as they stood beside the short couple.
Hoseok staggered over, waving goodbye to the girl he'd just hooked up with, telling her he'd call her.
"You're such a womanizer." Jimin laughed at Hoseok.
"She was trying to get me to pop pills." Hoseok exhaled, laughing slightly.
"Did you?" Namjoon asked.
"No. I pretended to. She believed it."
"Aish." Jimin made a sound in reply.
All five watched as Jungkook made Taehyung laugh by doing an over exaggerated dance, somewhere between a dab and a whip. No one was totally sure what it was, but Taehyung's laugh and Jungkook's wide smile brought a smile to everyone's faces, warming their hearts.
"Okay! A slow song coming on for the couple!" The DJ announced, pointing to Yoongi and Jimin.
Hoseok latched onto a random girl to dance with for the slow song.
Namjoon and Jin hugged, swaying to the slow beat.
Yoongi wrapped his arms around Jimin's waist, Jimin's arms around his neck. They murmured loving words to eachother as they swayed slowly.
And then there was Jungkook and Taehyung.
Jungkook dipped Taehyung over the arm excessively, the two singing the lyrics loudly, Taehyung occasionally being spun by Jungkook about fifteen times.
"We don't know them." Jimin laughed, turning his gaze away from the two, everyone else copying.
"They'd have an amazing marriage." Namjoon commented as they looked at the two giggling in a close embrace.