Blue

Mystery Man

The music was blaring, the volume level made it seem different from the sensual, soft, alluring song that it should be. Jungkook stood at the bar, leaning against it, his second drink finished, the cool liquid gushing down his throat leaving a sheen on his lips. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he watched the performer on stage.

The man's stage presence was full of temptation, excitement buzzed through Jungkook as it always did, watching the mysterious stranger. Jungkook didn't have a clue who the person was, the costume of a hooded, floor length, black cloak and ornate masquerade mask, meant it was impossible to see the person's identity. Of course, he knew that the person was a man but that was all he knew. He had been coming to the club to watch this man for months now and was still no closer to finding out who it was. He'd asked the security staff, the bar staff and even slept with a few of them in the vain hope of getting pillow talk... but still didn't get the information he wanted. Everyone in the club were forthcoming... the barmen wanted to sell you drinks, the strippers wanted you to book a private dance, the doormen wanted you to enter... but no one was giving him what he needed to know.

Jungkook was a professional, he was a member of the local police force so he was good at getting information out of people... except in this one case. He was a regular face in the club and everyone knew him, he liked the staff and the atmosphere and had no hang-ups about going to a strip club alone... his friends had no idea he came here quite as much as he did and they were always mocking him for having this obsession with this mysterious man... but he didn't care.

The familiar ache in his groin started once the cloak was dropped, revealing black, sparkly, tight hot pants. They clung to his thighs and were low on his hips, his ass was so peachy and boy did Jungkook want to taste him. He'd had so many dreams about licking down that cleft and having the stranger moan as he penetrated him with his tongue. The way he moved on stage was captivating, the mask still perfectly (but annoyingly) in place, his bronzed torso shimmering with whatever dust he had used to shine in the lights, his blue hair just long enough to touch the top of his ears.

Jungkook crossed and uncrossed his legs at the ankles, trying to ease the ache, he ordered another drink and swallowed it in one go, then ordered another. He wasn't on the early shift tomorrow so he was okay to drink and he needed the alcohol, it made up for the fact that he still had no idea who the man on stage was... once while fucking into one of the bar staff he had asked about the masked performer and managed to hit his sweet spot at the right time because the barman told him his stage name... but all the Googling in the world had left Jungkook none the wiser as to 'Vante's' real identity.

**

"You were at the club again last night weren't you, JK?" Jimin sat at the desk opposite Jungkook and spun around in his chair, already bored with their morning in the station.

"You know I was there so why ask?" Jungkook had fallen into bed at 3am after having drank too much and still being clueless about Vante.

"I don't know why you don't just go backstage and seek him out? You've got a fucking cop badge JK! You could use it to gain access." Jimin huffed, he viewed the world with simplistic eyes and usually said whatever came to mind.

Jungkook let that filter through his head for a split second "No Chim, because then I'll look an arse of a cop and he won't want anything to do with me."

"He will think you're an arse anyway, when you tell him why you did it. That has to be the biggest form of flattery though?" It was simple to Jimin.

"Or he's going to think I'm some sort of weirdo."

"What? And being at the club, getting drunk, sleeping with staff, just to find out who he is... isn't weird? And you don't think he knows that is what you've done? Staff talk, JK" Jimin raised his eyebrows in an expression that told Jungkook he thought he was right.