Glitter and Gunshots

The Thrill of the Chase

Jungkook POV

Fire. 

It burst around the circumference of the arena, sending jets of blazing heat tearing through the air. The shocking oranges and purples blinded the audience, revealing the true miracle that was taking place. Sparks dazzled the crowd's sight as the Bangtan Boys leapt about, defying death, gravity, and reality with their every move—their every move they allowed the crowd to see.

Shadows of the dancing, performing mysterious trickers flickered and loomed around the tent, their silhouettes enlarged drastically by the strobing black lights.

Members of the crowd were screaming, pleading, reaching into the pit as the music and ringleader cued up the next act.

The leader's deep voice rang throughout the darkened chamber, the dangerous tunes ceasing if only for a moment to ensure total attention was provided to the speaker.

"Ladies and gentlemen... May I introduce to you..."

The young performed bounced on the balls of his feet in the cage beneath the stage, his sweaty hair curling in rebellious strands around his face, his lips murmuring the steps of the dance move he knew so very well. His eyes were firmly shut, his heart thudding, as though pounding to escape from the prison that was his ribcage to leap onto the dance floor and express itself freely.

One foot traced a circle behind him, one hand practicing the hand gestures he'd nailed to a point of painful perfection, as the introduction boomed above him, the wooden floorboards reverberating with the voice of the ringleader, followed by the leading notes of his number.

"The most famous, sinfully attracted act of ours..."

In, out.

"The notoriously sensual performer, stuntman, and dancer you have ever not only witnessed but experienced—"

He shook the rest of his nerves out, his eyebrows setting low on his forehead, the music beginning to pound in his bones as it had so many times before.

"The Bangtan Boys' one and only Jungkook!"

The performer's dark eyes shot open, the absolute midnight hue of his pupils and irises in the dark cage contrasting with the purple and pink eyeshadow, dotted with multicolored, rainbow reflecting, glass-like sparkles, and flecked with golden specks that danced under the beams of light that cut through the floorboards into the cavern below.

This was what he lived for. The screams of the crowd. The hammering of his heartbeat and the song in his chest. The thrill of the chase. The way the risk of death and dangerous set his body on fire and sent his heart into overboard, as though it had to make the most of this moment in case the plan failed and it could beat nor perform no more afterward.

"Ladies and gentlemen..." Jungkook's figure was raised out of the ground in a hissing of velvety midnight and violet smoke, his back turned to his audience.

A spotlight fixed upon the silhouette of the man who seemed to be constructed from shadows, billowing, twirling smoke, and complex purples, pinks, flecks of gold, and flashes of iridescent white.

"Welcome to the show." The corner of the performer's mouth turned up ever so slightly as the deafening gunshot rocketed through the air, the gun kicking back as Jungkook kept his arm extended upwards towards the sky, the crowd gasping at the sound.

Jungkook just hoped the timing had been perfect enough to cover the simultaneous firing of another one of his brother's guns in the crowd.

After all, show business wasn't show business without a plethora of magic, a closet full of skeletons, a known but undiscovered heap of secrets, a tad of scandal, a toast of wine so red it may very well be blood...