Be Mine | Jikook 🔞 [COMPLETED]

Chapter 9

Hope you all enjoyed your Christmas weekend!I went out and spend my time with my family. Today I binged Iron Man with my bestie all day. He heHere's another chapter. Many might have caught on the clue I left in the last chapter. Everything is revealed in this. TW: Fights, mentions of sex trade, club scenes and killing

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To the outside world, Club Red Velvet celebrated its status as Russia's economic elite. Their security would easily compete with the international airports. It was exclusive and expensive, well known for its security and notoriety with access to a lavish dining room, three well-equipped bars, and dance floors. With live entertainment and trained dancers, it was one hell of an experience for anyone.

No visitor was allowed inside with weapons while armed guards were guarding each exit. One of the security guards checked Jimin, who eyed him with a boring look on his face. Jimin, Taehyung, and Seokjin were dressed for the occasion.

The club was a neutral zone for any gang member and they weren't allowed to fight inside. If they did, they'd be thrown out. He didn't mind the pat-down and lifted a brow when the guard's hand lingered too long around his ankle boots.

The guard left him to check Taehyung. Jimin never went anywhere without a weapon. Even now, he had two weapons strapped to his body in places only he knew. Not that any of them would ever find that.

The club was spacious yet crowded. He headed directly to the VIP section. Occupying one of the sectional couches, he scanned his surroundings.

The music suddenly stopped and the crowd's excited murmur reached him. The lights dimmed, leaving them under a reddish glow of the lights. His eyes were trained on the dark stage where he noticed some movements.

"What can I get you, sir?" A waiter approached them.

Taehyung placed the orders while Jimin scanned the crowd, his eyes zooming in on the owner of the club, differentiating the scum easily. Suddenly lights flooded the stage, falling over at least ten dancers clad in glamorous outfits. Upbeat music boomed through the speakers followed by a sensual voice that demanded attention.

His gaze snapped to the stage. He crossed his legs as he watched the performance unfold. It was a stunning performance, he'd give them that. The dancers were on fire right from the start, so was the female singer, belting out the lyrics combined with heavy movements. It stood out to Jimin because the performance was nothing like that he had witnessed in any other clubs.

It was sensual, yes. But there was more. It was artsy and he could tell the singer was passionate. He could feel it in her voice and movements. The power with which she commanded the audience was incredible. He looked around, noticing no one batted their eyes, watching her with extreme interest.

Sometime during the performance, the waiter brought in their drinks. A full bottle of premium whiskey with a bowl of ice. The waiter poured their drinks, handing them one glass each. The ambiance was good and Jimin couldn't help but think Jungkook would enjoy this. Perhaps, they could even hit the dance floor.

His thoughts were on all the times he would tease Jungkook with random dance partners, relishing the attention the younger one always gave him. It felt like everything has happened recently. The not-so-subtle glances Jungkook often sent his way, those meaningless fights and banter to just get his attention, those intense staring. His baby was just so precious.

Jimin sipped the drink, feeling the familiar murderous rage once more. It was several times worse than when his father took Taehyung. His best friend wasn't hurt this badly, yet Jimin killed everyone involved. His fist clenched on his thigh and Taehyung squeezed his knee once as if sensing his rage.