MONSTER | VKOOK

┌THIRTEEN┐

10:13 PM.

Rome, Italy.

"The clothes feel weird!" Jungkook squeaked out, trying to cover his revealed leg by pinching shut the slit. Taehyung narrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head to his boyfriend, a look of confusion on his perfect features. "Oh." Taehyung let out, voice small.

Jungkook's cheeks kept burning bright pink and he chewed his inner cheek, shy by the way he was dressed overall. A black dress that revealed his body too much, and lips tinted crimson red with lipstick. He was wearing makeup too and blond hair tied in a bun.

Taehyung took his leather jacket off. "Cover yourself." He handed Jungkook the jacket, who absentmindedly nodded, hating the cut of the dress that ended to his hip. He wrapped the jacket on and gulped.

Taehyung seemed cool with the fact that he was wearing a short skirt and a white shirt over―typical edgy, emo high school girl with a bunch of chains around his body and a necklace around his neck that had the sign of the cross.

"T-Thanks!" Jungkook smiled warmly, standing closer to his boyfriend. Taehyung didn't reply anything but hummed―he then commenced to walk again, trying to hold his smile back when Jungkook wrapped himself around the older's arm, getting every sort of negative thoughts that'd been bugging him since he found out he had a stalker was after him out of his mind.

"You're welcome, love." Taehyung husked back and Jungkook giggled―the nickname. Those stupid nicknames that Taehyung started to call him since the very first day the blond-haired boy gave him a blowjob on that night out of lust. They always warmed his heart and made him feel butterflies in his stomach. Taehyung made Jungkook feel complete.

"Is following Daniel really that nice of an idea?" Jungkook asked after the brief silence that fell among them. They entered the club where they followed the driver after―who sat down on a stool before the countertop, laughing about some shit to someone the couple didn't know.

Apart from that, Jungkook's attention was mostly drawn by the apparent strip club. There were dancers―beautiful dancers, both men and women were dancing, flirting with the audience on the way by winking or smirking at them.

Jungkook blushed by the view and stayed close to Taehyung, whose eyes never left the suspect. For sure, it was hard to recognize they were boys. Taehyung himself had a black-colored mask on, to cover himself and Jungkook's face was full of makeup. They pulled the disguise of two girls out well, after all.

"Ehi, bella-"

"É lesbica." Taehyung cut the sentence of the blond-haired man that approached Jungkook off instantly and the man raised his hands in surrender before walking out of there. Jungkook's eyes went big in amusement and he gazed at Taehyung curiously. "You can speak Italian?"

"Not exactly. Just the basic." Taehyung replied hastily, focusing on the sensual music that played in the background. Slow, reverb, and passionate yet chilling. Just the way he liked it. One of the best things Taehyung had experienced by coming onto clubs like this was everything was just pleasing, unlike in regular clubs.

The taste in music, the dancers who knew what they were doing―sensual and artistic moves of the people that worked here. They just always understood their assignments of what to do and how to depict their intentions through movements and actions―turn the audience on. Mostly in gentlemen clubs, the artisans only showed, touching wasn't allowed.

Explained why Taehyung's first experiment was so dull in a strip club―he was turned on, really was. They showed him their everything and then left saying they weren't allowed to let him touch them―and until Jimin introduced him to a rendezvous.