𝗥𝗲𝗱 | JJk ✔️

53| Tae-Proof

"We've gyatt to stay focused, brothers."

Taehyung tries not to gawk at a cherry-headed woman's ass as she walks by him with a supermodel stride.

The strip club is dark, with every hint of neon blue, green, and magenta lights flaring. This place is huge. It reminds you of that one scene from Batman where Catwoman does the iconic walk.

As the owner of the strip club, Jimin granted the three of you VIP access to food, poker, casino, pole dancing, and spa. But the three of you are here for other reasons.

"Just A Lil Bit," by 50 Cent is playing in the background, and the bass of the music hammers against the sole of your feet, making a rush of excitement pulse in your body.

The scent of weed hovers in the air briefly. Nowhere was the predatory behavior of men more obvious than here. There were addicts everywhere, smoking a joint while ogling at the waiters dressed in thongs. 

White smoke clouds the floors above you, and you stare up at the massive ceilings, admiring a gold disco ball that twirls above, glistering like million jewels in the sun. It felt so out of place.

Jungkook's walking in front of you with long strides. You and Taehyung are following him like lost puppies. And you try not to stare at Jungkook's ass too much.

The ground you're walking on is transparent. Below, you could see a crowd of people hovering at the bar and playing poker.

Until now, you never realized Jungkook walked with the slightest limp to his left leg. He must have gotten that limp 18 years ago when a light rail ran over his leg.

A grim feeling of sadness caves in your chest and you swallow. It pains you more because you scorned him for victimizing himself and you just know he'll never treat you the way he used to. You'll never be his red again.

You avert your gaze past Jungkook to catch sight of a woman slithering on a table with a martini balanced on her bare stomach. There's a crowd of men floating around her like chickens, cheering and flinging dollar bills in the air like money grew from their asses.

"Goddamn," Taehyung admires, following your gaze. She was arching her back now to lick the whipped cream off a plate above her head. The crowd of men whistle and jeer at the sight of her long pink tongue that flicks against the plate.

Your nose hits hard against Jungkook's back, and you swallow when he turns to narrow his eyes at you with contempt. "Too distracted, aren't you?"

Taehyung smirks at Jungkook. "I'd be jealous too," he teases, making Jungkook turn to the brunette man with a look that kills his cheeky grin immediately.

Jungkook is about to start walking again when his eyes catch something above your head. His expression changes like quicksilver, making you crane your neck up to follow his gaze.

At first, you're not sure what he's looking at because the second floor was filled with a sea-change of ghetto people smoking meth and pipe. But when you will your eyes to see past all that red smoke, you catch a small TV screen above the bar.

The NBC news was playing and your heart ravels into a skein of paranoia when you realize you're freaking face is on national television.

Jungkook's lemon green Porshe and the yellow taxi that you were just abducted in is projected on screen. On cue, your phone vibrates in your pocket for the hundredth time and you finally take it out, staring down at the 56 missed calls from Jihoon and 15 text messages from Lisa.

You look back at the TV screen that now displays a close up of your face. You try not to cry after reading the news headline. "Girl Abducted in A Yellow Taxi By the Grim Reaper. Now Identified as 29-Year-Old Jeon Junghyun Who Appears Missing."