The Torment Of Kim Taehyung | BTS fanfiction | Part Two

Chapter Seven

Hyunjoon took her by the hand, helping her out of the automobile. His ever so peculiar smile still hung at bay to keep the skies clouded. The ring on his lip echoed the light streaming down the tubes panning the ceiling. Inadvertently, as one might say, her foot stomped on the floor, reminding her of a billiards club room. Jangmi apologized and huddled to her stance, regretting the height of her heel.

Hyunjoon guided her a step ahead to close the door of the car. Her fingers were numb inside Hyunjoon's grip and the smirk eclipsing on his face when he saw her adjusting the top pre-booked a show of this to replay her screens every night for next twenty years.

Did she look funny? Not that it mattered after Hyunjoon offered his choices in suggesting what would look better on her. Any blow would be his to take too. Even so, the color in her cheeks would not die. The embarrassment was almost tiring her skin. The sound of her sandals collaborated with the cluttering of Hyunjoon's shoes were beginning to mess with her confidence.

Jangmi swallowed, still miserable from all that was enveloping her. She clutched the end of her jacket for moral support as they walked out of the lot, towards the entrance of the bar. The sky was all shades of purple.

A gasp spoke aloud when she encountered the beauty of the building. It had thick tube lights for pillars, all in pairs of pink and white. The entire skin of the beige walls was covered in star-shaped lights.

"Buonasera capo." Hyunjoon cropped his brow and revealed his teeth like a conniving feline at the men standing by the door.

The bouncer peeked at Jangmi before silently letting them inside to her pure amazement.

"What did you do? Why were we not asked for IDs?" Jangmi whispered desperately.

Hyunjoon continued meshing his way inside, "With power comes great advantages."

Power? As in the power of the Mafia? But was he recognisable only with his face? Wasn't that not supposed to happen? Jangmi followed him through the corridor entrance, now being wounded by the thumps of music in her chest.

The ghost of an all knowing smile appeared on Hyunjoon's lips, "Let me show you something."

The periphery of his words drowned in the delirious roaring of the crowd and the bombarding music. Her grip on Hyunjoon's hand grew tighter as her eyes began spectating the room. It was still in melodramatic pinks and whites, now in another hue of glowy magenta to bridge the gap between the opposite colors. On the glowing table in the centre, women cruelly slaughtered the hearts of men by seducing the pole. Their bodies shimmered with a form of glitter that Jangmi had never seen before. Her heart was sore. Sore with all the beauty galvanizing the floor and the bosoms of everyone waiting at their feet.

She looked back at Hyunjoon who was guiding her through the suffocating mounds of people. A few apologies turned into warm greetings when they met eyes with the ravishing man. She was momentarily surprised but then understood that maybe this place was a regular to people like him. Of course they knew some of them.

To the four ends of the room were white couches around dark glass tables. Jangmi hid her face when she noticed the couple on the couch pounding upon each other like doughs. A warm blush succeeded on her cheeks and she blinked away, drawing in some breath to process that.

"Watch this." He muttered with a proud grin and looked ahead, using his free hand to snap his fingers. "Ehi piccola, lets get you a room now."

Needless to say that the words couldn't compound into any sense or fashion that Jangmi could take in. She stared at the both of them who had raised their heads, frozen from the delicate moment.