Fall (Bangtan Sonyeondan BTS Alternate Universe)

8. Dangerous

When we got into the car, he turned to me with a knowing smirk.

The moon was rising in the sky, surely we were headed home now? Then why did Namjoon look like the teenager about to go to a party on a school night?

I looked at him, raising my eyebrows.

"Where to now?" I asked him, staring while he motioned for me to get into the back seat.

I complied, crawling into the backseat with the bag of clothes.

He didn't respond, instead handing me a bag with a few boxes in it. It looked like it was from the same shop we, or rather, I, had gotten all the clothes from.

I opened it to find shoeboxes.

"Wear the red ones," Namjoon suggested, and I stared out at him while he pulled out of the lot, once again gunning it down the road.

"For what?" I asked, my stomach beginning to churn. Were we going clubbing?

"For the underground of course. Wear something fit for an American music video. I'll be competing and you're going to be by my side," he said, and I scoffed at him.

Taking a breath to calm my crazed heart, I shuffled through the clothes before grabbing a ripped black corset tank top and a frayed black silk and red lace skirt with a sewed in black studded belt, along with black stockings and skull garters.

Is this American slut enough, I wondered dryly.

I will admit that it looked like a hot outfit, even if it was more on the risqué side.

Now for the hard part-getting dressed.

I huddled behind the drivers seat so that Namjoon couldn't see me-the last thing I wanted was for him to see me struggling to pull on a skirt and falling all over the place. The outfit was hot, but that would not be.

I pulled on the clothes with reasonable difficulty, my head pounding from repeatedly slamming into the door on every swerve that Namjoon made, as if he was unaware of the struggle he was causing me.

Pulling on the red heels like Namjoon had asked, I sat up, running my hands through my hair and seeing us pull into a crowded lot. There was nothing out here except a very decorated building.

Strobe lights and neon banners from the inside of the building cast an inviting, fun glow on the outside, luring people in.

There was a neon blue light hanging from a very lopsided metal bar, reading The Underground.

I locked eyes with Namjoon through the rear view mirror before exiting the car carefully.

I stood up, smoothing out the clothes before holding my arms out for Namjoon to see.

"How do I look?" I asked, waiting nervously for his response.

What if he hated it?

His face pulled into a smirk, his eyes boring into mine in a way that made my knees weak.

"Perfectly sinful," he said, and I smirked back, doing a slow spin for him. The skirt was snug against my butt, and I couldn't help but feel like I was sexy.

"It's perfect. That's the best money I've spent, and it wasn't even mine," he said, and I laughed.

I never imagined being bad would feel this good. I felt alive, I felt desirable, I felt full, I felt on top of the world.

He held an arm out to me, and I gripped it gently, excitement growing in my chest as we walked into the booming, glowing building.

When I stepped through the doorway, it was like entering a whole new world filled with excitement, lights, lust and luxury.