BLACKLISTED | TAEKOOK ✓

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟠

PROMPTS USED:

- "Why, why do you keep risking your life? To prove a point?"

"Yes"

- "Let it hurt until it can't hurt anymore." - Liam Ryan

Before you read this chapter - Trigger Warning: Recreational drug and substance abuse take place in this chapter. Read at your own risk and skip if uncomfortable. If you decide to skip but want to know what happens - Jungkook gets drugged by the client that he's about to visit, but he retrieves the files that he was supposed to get.

"You've got this Jungkook," Jimin reassured him as Jungkook was about to exit the minivan.

He was about to walk inside when Taehyung grabbed his hand. "Stay safe yeah? We're right here" he muttered. Jungkook nodded and with a small smile filled with happy feelings of how Taehyung cared, he walked inside the bar, climbing up the stairs to the VIP club rooms.

"Okay, you're in position. Now go to the bar and order something," Yoongi ordered from the minivan.

"I'll have a cognac," he said to the bartender who nodded.

"Boy's smart," Namjoon asserted. Taehyung nodded in agreement, but all he could think of was whether Jungkook would make it out safe and sound.

The lilac haired grabbed his drink that was slid to him and headed over to the dance floor, swaying his hips a bit.

"Jungkook, he isn't here yet, so I think the dance floor should do some good for you to get attention in case he has some men around," Yoongi said into his earpiece.

The younger nodded as he proceeded to dance a bit, grooving to the beat as he acted like he took sips from his Cognac.

"Target is approaching, he's at the private booths," Namjoon announced. Jungkook glanced over and sure enough, their client was there. All suited up with a smirk - cigar in one hand; drink in another.

"Hello handsome," he purred out as he slid into the booth.

"Well, when they said that they were going to send someone to discuss a deal, I wasn't expecting a pretty boy," he replied, smirk widening. "Byeong-chol," he added, sticking his hand out. Jungkook didn't shake it though.

"I save that for after the deal," he said with a fake smile plastered. Looking at his expression, Hoseok was right, he might have to keep the dagger in handy.

"So, I heard that you wanted the catering position at our gala that we're hosting in two weeks."

"Yes sir, a member of our team, Kim Seokjin is the best person for the task you see," Jungkook answered as he slid over Seokjin's resume file."You see, he's really talented, and he even owns a restaurant. We'll be accompanying him of course, and you'll have the best services of food that you could ever ask for."

"Will you be accompanying them, beautiful?" Byeong-chol asked as he placed a palm on Jungkook's knee, which made him squirm a bit, although he knew this was coming.

"Uhm, yes I think I will," he said as he grabbed the Cognac and took a sip. Biggest mistake ever.

"Well, I think it's settled then. We'll be having our gala at The Palm in Atlantis in two weeks' time. This has your VIP passes for your caterer, and I've added a special few for you pretty," he said with a wink that made Jungkook cringe.

"Yeah thanks," he said as he took the bag that contained all the stuff needed.

Suddenly Jungkook started to feel super sweaty. It felt like he wanted to take his shirt off; the nets being itchy, the leather being too tight.

"You need something dear?" Byeong-chol asked in mock concern as his hand started to travel a bit higher.

"Yeah pretty much. I need air, and I need to go. Nice to meet you," he replied in a daze as he rushed out of the booth. He sprinted down the stairs and was ready to go out of the door before the other caught his hand.

"Not so fast, you don't look like you're ready for a cab yet," he smirked a bit more, as he let his hands graze the tips of the see-through shirt. Jungkook felt like he could collapse any second, but he felt a bit conscious enough, so the first thing he did was kick him in the balls with his knee and jabbed his stomach.

"I told you I need to leave!" he yelled as he started to take a few steps.

"Tae, Tae, Tae," he chanted like a mantra. Fortunately, he heard him.

"Jungkook? Jungkook, sweetheart? What happened?!" he asked in concern.

"Cognac, drugs, goods," he replied as he rested himself against the wall for a second. Byeong-chol didn't seem to have it though, because he came right at him after that punch.

"You-" he said raising his hand that was blocked by another.

"Tae," Jungkook breathed as he held his head, walking towards him. Jimin caught him as he stumbled a bit.

"You have two options - tell us what you put in his Cognac, or I can just make you into mincemeat and ask you the same question," Taehyung said furiously. His eyes were flaring and he wasn't ready to be messed with.

"Just a bit of ecstasy, he-he looked beautiful, so I sneaked some in,"

"You prick!" Jimin roared.

But before Jimin could do anything, Jungkook had fished into his pocket and threw the knife onto Byeong-chol's shoulder, causing a mild graze as it barely touched him.

"I'm drugged yes, but I'm sober enough to do that with precision," he said as he stared at Taehyung.

"Leave!" Taehyung barked at Byeong-chol. The man picked up the aura and ran away from his sight.

"Jungkook. You-you can save everyone, but who's going to save you?" he murmured as he looked at his staggering frame that was walking towards Taehyung, who caught him instantly.

"I've got it Jimin, just gimme a second. Did Hoseok bring the spare car?"

"Sure did. I'll ask him to ride with us," Jimin said as he walked away.

"Why, why do you keep risking your life? To prove a point?" he asked, tucking a lock behind his hair.

"Yes. It's to prove that I want it to hurt until it can't anymore," Jungkook said curling into his warm embrace.