<HORNS>|| BTS x Jungkook ~Mafia AU~

Reality

"Calm down Taehyung, tell me properly," Suga asked drowsily.

Blocking his right nostril and sniffing two lines of white in one smooth motion, Taehyung closed his gorgeous eyes and breathed in heavily, crunching his nose before rubbing the tip with his index finger continuously.

"She - she's fucked him. I know it. I know, I know, you know?"

The mint haired boy grunted for this was all Taehyung had been blabbering about this whole time, "I know."

Taehyung leant back on the plush leather sofa, pushing two strippers away absentmindedly as the club music was deafening and hurting his ears, even from inside their VIP booth.

"Kill him, why don't you kill him instead? Can I kill him?" Taehyung pleaded.

"I'm afraid not Taehyung. But soon enough, he'll wish he was dead."

Taehyung pouted his lip out, "I just want her. Just her. Her. Mina. Taehyung and Mina, sounds good, huh hyung? Huh?"

The pale boy clenched his chiselled jaw and nodded curtly, he knew the younger was extra high today yet didn't appreciate him talking of anyone else like that. Oddly enough, amidst his cold exterior and grumpy moods (usually resulting in a killing), Suga found solace in the box smile, the ethereal wide eyes and the deep giggle.

"Fuck her Tae."

"I wish."

Just then, another figure walked inside. As smoothly as he does, with five guards trailing behind him.

"I thought I'd find you here Yoongi."

The said boy darted his feline triangular eyes up to the deep voice and smiled precariously.

"Anja Woobin."

Relaxing his features, he made to sit down, only to turn at the sight of a young boy messily creating lines of powder, trying to neatly align it with his tongue poking out in concentration. The boy wasn't older than twenty and from what Woobin could see, he was handsome yet looked tired, depressed, stressed and his movements were untidy.

"Who's the rookie?"

Suga turned and placed a heavy hand on Taehyung's shoulders before nodding at the four strippers to get out of the booth.

They stumbled out and gazed hungrily at Woobin who didn't so much acknowledge their presence.

"It's my boy, my favourite Kim."

"Is that so?" Woobin got up and sat in between Suga and Taehyung who was now leaning his head back and shaking his leg violently, the cocaine effects kicking in and delivering a high he wanted to get to.

"Another flower boy," Woobin scrutinised him before turning to Suga, "To be trusted?"

"With my life."

Woobin nodded before another silence ensued.

"You don't call me hyung anymore."

Another silence.

Suga laughed, "How's Jungkook doing?"

Woobin furrowed his brows, "Don't change the topic. Why have you become so distant from me?"

The pale boy ruffled his hair and shrugged his shoulders, "Things happen."

Woobin turned away angrily, but Taehyung was in his own alternate world of high and it was basically them alone.

"Get out," he ordered the guards as Suga sat up, eyeing his once best friend.

"Tell me. What's going on? We were once-"