The Last Boy Scout

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After parking his car in the casino parking lot, Jungkook didn't know what to do or where to go. He'd never been to a club before, only once before when he was finally old enough to go; Yoongi and Namjoon dragged him along. Jungkook could remember how disappointed Jin was when they arrived back with a really drunk Yoongi.

Jungkook cuts in front of the line and looks the bouncer straight in the eye.

"Where's your ID?"

Instead, Jungkook holds out a stack of cash in front of him and peels his mask away from his face. The bouncer's eyes widen as he grabs the money and immediately pushes the door open for him.

Inside the club was worse than Jungkook could ever imagine. He needed to find Seokyeon immediately.

A cold hand brushes across his shoulder. Jungkook whips his head around; he hated being touched, especially by people he never met before.

"Hey there, Handsome," a woman looked him in the eyes. "Care to dance?" Her hands move down to his hands. Jungkook was struck dumb. He couldn't move or speak.

"Hey!" A familiar voice spoke up behind him. "He's with me,"

Jungkook turns around and sees Seokyeon standing there. She wore a peach collared shirt and black skirt.

"Thank you..." The woman storms off. He grabs Seokyeon's wrist. "Now let's get out of here,"

Before making their way out of the entrance, a large crash was heard, followed by several screams.

"Wait," Seokyeon wriggled free and ran toward the stage. Jungkook tried his best to keep up. The two pushed their way to the front. Distinct chatter dispersed through the crowd.

"Oh my goodness, is he okay?"

"Someone call the ambulance!"

"It was probably just a prank,"

"What was he doing?"

"Wait! I think he's about to do something!"

Jungkook stepped closer to get a better look. He couldn't see who it was, but the body form looked familiar, even if it was in a heap on the floor. It was when he turned his head that Jungkook could see who it was. The signature white hair was matted against his forehead, and his bright red lips were slightly open.

"Shhh, he's about to say something," a man standing across from Jungkook spoke up. The crowd went silent again. Even the people at the bar turned their attention toward the commotion.

His lips curled upward into a half smile. Jungkook now knew exactly who it was.

All of a sudden, what once was a crippled man on the ground was now full of energy; he sprang up from the ground, flipped in midair and landed on his feet. He viciously thrusted his head into the crook of his arm and began to make a chopping motion with his arm while leaning downwards. The speakers were brought back to life and the now infamous man started to sway his hand around as if he was wiping an imaginary window.

The club started to chant and pump their fists into the air, cheering and bouncing up and down. Jungkook knew his friend wouldn't hear him if he called after him. Besides, Jungkook only came here to pick Seokyeon up. He grabbed her wrist again.