Glitter and Gunshots

~Mouth to Mouth~

With a bone-rattling thud, your feet connected with the ground beneath you so harshly your knees buckled, and you ended up on your hands and knees in the new... room? You'd entered.

Gasping, you looked up to see Jungkook crossing the room, which you assumed to be the backstage of the performers. His hands raked through his raven hair, lips muttering incoherent words. Finally, he turned back to see you on the floor, and, as though he'd forgotten you were there, his eyes grew wide.

"Shoot, not here—y/n, get off your knees, now is not the time!!" He hissed, stalking forward with arms swinging.

Not the—wait what?! "Where are we—"

But Jungkook was already pulling your shaky body off the floor, glancing furtively around the colorful, prop-ridden area. A display of stage outfits and variety of cloths caught your eye, and then a table covered in everything from magic cards to matches to handcuffs demanded your attention.

So it was all just an illusion.

"Goddammit, y/n, hurry up if you will," Jungkook muttered, still dragging your whole entire body weight towards an individual dressing room.

Jungkook swished open the curtain to the entrance, then shoved you down onto a scarf-covered bean bag in the corner. Your mouth was open with confusion, yet nothing could come out as your eyes travelled around the room.

Walls made of something between paper and wood that allowed silhouettes to appear on either side of the enclosure. A vanity littered with makeup products, the mirror above it outlined with tacky light bulbs and postcards from around the world. Glitter was floating off the desk and onto the floor below, matching the color of the sparkles on Jungkook's face. Did these men have no makeup artists?

A woven basket in the corner was overflowing with clothes, the area beneath it occupied with an assortment of shoes. And the ceiling area above you displayed what seemed to be a whole nursery's worth of mobiles and shaded, colorful lights.

You returned your gaze to Jungkook, who was striding towards you again, lips pressed together and anger burning in his eyes.

"What did you think you were doing, by pulling that stunt out there?! Do you know how much trouble you just started? Ah, my hyungs are gonna killll me!!" The boy groaned, tilting his head back and dragging his fingers down his face.

"Calm down! You were the one who needed a volunteer, and to be fair, I had no idea you were participating in this circus!" You scrambled off the bean bag, determined to make yourself look a bit more respectable before you challenged the man in front of you.

Jungkook's eyebrows shot up on his forehead. "You're not even supposed to be in this city, y/n, let alone this circus, with this crowd, on this night!"

Now what was that supposed to mean?

"Okay, I'm not thrilled by this either, but I'll just slip out from the back, and you won't ever have to see me again, okay?" You glanced in the mirror, just to be reminded of the nick on your cheek.

"By the way, what the hell, Jungkook?! I would've thought you'd be a good enough shot to not accidentally slash my cheek open!"

"That was on purpose, stupid! I wasn't going to have you enter that crowd again after seeing what you'd been running from. You were way too outnumbered, let alone out of your league, to take on those guys."

"Out of my league?! You yourself said I'm the best the program has ever produced!" You bristled.

"So why, when I looked into your reports myself, did you have to b.s. your papers to get your mission approved as successful, hm?"