💜 YOUR FATE IS WHAT WE MAKE 💜 (18+) TAEKOOK {complete}

Chapter 6

Standing like a sore thumb on the edge of a small, abandoned parking lot, the club is an eyesore. Too much neon pink, too many angles, Jungkook thinks.

Enough angles to justify the name, The Octagon. The once bright, occasionally flickering lights are now tinted with a depressing sense of dull yellow from too many years of being on all day and night, through the scorching, abrasive sands and the cool, refreshing rains.

The dark, cracked tarmac underfoot is still wet from the last rains and the puddles reflect the pink lights. Over the dilapidated carpark, the ginormous towers of metal and glass fill almost the full view of the sky. Jungkook feels infinitely small.

He thinks the city still smells the same. Dust. Rain. Metal. Dirt. Greed. Darkness and lies.

The only thing that reminds him of the fact that Man hasn't always been here infesting the desert are the timeless, lifeless, blinking stars staring down at him in between the drifting dark clouds.

To them it matters not if they all live or die.

Jungkook is on high alert, even though he looks entirely relaxed on the surface.

He scans the perimeter, locates the exits, counts the guards. Figures out the likely distance to the nearest Security Force station in the case there is an issue and they are called to intervene. He does not want to be found in a place like this.

The music is already loud and he isn't even at the entrance.

The security at the front consists of two very large men, heavily armed. Jungkook knows there is another one at the back door.

Both much taller and wider than Jungkook, the men are dressed in black, each supporting a semi-automatic rifle dangling at the hip, attached to a shoulder strap. It would take Jungkook 5 seconds to take them both down. If that.

It would take no effort but it would ruin what he is here for. Subtlety is required. The last thing he wants to do right now is to attract attention.

"Good evening." He says instead. "I was sent here by an acquaintance." He shows the card given by Verni and is surprised when the men let him in without any problems.

Intense, pulsing noise and bright moving lights attack Jungkook's senses as soon as he enters the club. It's dark, mostly lit by strips of neon lights drawing every edge of the place.

The club is much larger than its external dimensions suggest because it extends down, into the ground. Jungkook follows the lazy spiral of stairs until he lands in between a large bar and the dancefloor.

A spectacular sight of dancers catches Jungkook's attention. They are in gigantic, human-sized test tubes on the wall, misty and tinted with green neon. The humans are like trapped little test animals -but instead of pain, they are writhing in pleasure. Some are men, some women, there are not many clothes between them.

The artificial smoke billowing over the rest of the room is frequently sliced through by green, blue and pink beams of light, flashes, pulses, glows. The bass sounds like it has a life of its own, it beats in invitation.

Jungkook's heart beats with it, a little faster, a little deeper.

He tells himself it's just adrenaline.

He scans the crowd for weapons and is not surprised to find a plethora of them. Not on anyone suspicious though, they are just ordinary folk carrying their everyday protection.