The Club Owner's Starry Night

The Underworld

Taehyung woke up with the smell of the coffee.

Jimin, he thought. He smiled imagining the blonde boy in the kitchen, placing the muffins he'd bought from the café across the street - a sweet old lady owned that place - and making fried egg for him. Jimin was such an early bird, something Taehyung would never understand.

He left his warm bed with agony, went to the bathroom, had an awakening shower and left there too. While checking the hour, Taehyung wore his casual white t-shirt and black jeans - fashion had never been his thing but he believed that he had his own style. Not forgetting the watch his father gave him, he leaned his gun on the commode. The shining heavy metal was cold with night winds filling the room through the window. He took his badge that SMPA letters, the first letters of the Seoul Metropolitan Police Agency, was carved on and walked to the kitchen.

"Good morning sunshine, c'mon don't get your coffee cold!" Jimin smiled Taehyung, making his eyes impossible to be seen.

"Me or you? You're shining today."

"Honey, I told you you're too sweet to be a badass cop," Jimin sang cheerfully , "You should have been a sing-"

"First of all, I'm not a badass cop. Second, should I take my keys back ?"

"C'mon I'm just having fun, don't be that serious."

Taehyung placed a creepy Joker smile on his face and hissed, "Why so seriousssss?" Their laugh filled the apartment with joyful sounds.
Jimin was like his sun shining on his darkness. His job wasn't easy, it had never been easy, he had to keep the darkest streets of Seoul safe. He could feel the responsibility of every citizen in his city, nearly like an obsession. He wouldn't be able to save everybody or prevent every bad action - first rule taught at the Academy - but if he was able to bring justice for one single soul, he would do that . Against all this heavy badge, all the stress on his shoulders, Jimin was like his wings. Without him, Taehyung knew that he couldn't fight with gravity. They'd been each other's side since childhood and when Taehyung had been finally appointed to a good position at the Organize Crime unit of the SMPA one month ago, Jimin took his hand and smiled to him, "Of course I'm coming too . I'll never leave you. "

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After the breakfast, Jimin took his dance shoes from his flat at the bottom floor of Taehyung's, and got on Taehyung's black car. The engine coughed as a welcoming; it was an old '67 model Mustang Shelby but Taehyung was a man of classics anyway.

When they stopped in front of the marvelous glass building of the dance studio, Jimin told him to be careful as always he did and kissed him on the cheek. Taehyung watched the small figure entering the building and quickly checked the environment as a cop habit before he hit the pedal.

Taehyung checked the hour, the hands of the watch were indicating 10 am. There were still hours to his shift so he parked his car at a park to just listen to some music and watch the passers-by. It was a bright day in Sinchon, birds were flying around and college students were lying on the grass under the morning sun. A usual view. Sinchon - a.k.a University Quarter with Hongdae neighborhood collectively - was the home to some of Seoul's most prestigious universities and therefore was popular with students and younger generations. Unlike home, Taehyung thought remembering his home, Daegu. Of course younger generations were meaning big malls, fashionistas, loud crowds and night clubs. Party animals. That was what Taehyung do, making sure they live it up legally, and the club owners don't become drug lords.

He was going to go out on a patrol at 4 pm and when the sun set, his mission was going to begin: Yeomra. The biggest night club of Sinchon. Not just Sinchon, also of the Seoul city. A three headed dragon owned the place besides many other clubs of theirs : 3 male of Jeon Family, also known as the emperors of the night. A fire that has to be kept under control. Money would bring power and power would bring hunger for more power. The illegal trade would be inevitable in most cases; drug, women, gun.

Taehyung was going to the place and monitoring the people, mostly one people, Jeon Jungkook. He remembered his eyes. Dangerous, he thought, too dangerous. He could barely resist not to go take his file from the car and look his photo. Jungkook had taken the management of the the club 3 months ago. It was the time to show himself as the only son of Jeon family and the inherent of the family business. He looked like he knew what's he doing, no doubt he was talented. At least he had a good dj, this boy from Daegu, Agust D. And a handsome bartender that could steal every young girl's heart with his wide shoulders, Kim Seokjin. aka the bar-door-guy since in the daylight when the club is empty, he was standing on the door and sending kisses the passersby girls he know. Taehyung had the files of each one of them. They were not just a part of entertainment business, they were also close friends of Jungkook. And hands of Jungkook.

The music has stopped suddenly and his cell phone started to vibrate. Taehyung looked at the cute face on the screen and smiled.

"My favorite chief!"
"Taehyung I know you're still off-shift but I really need some help with these paperwork. I'm about to drown in a file ocean," Namjoon puffed, "And you're my favorite dongsaeng."
As soon as Taehyung had seen his name on the screen, he started to walk to the car already. "I know hyung," and added "I'm on my way to save you, boss!"

Taehyung imagined him dealing with paperwork, fully focused, slightly frowned, his index finger on his bottom lip. He was the smart guy of the station, the brain of the team, and he was born to be a leader. He knows to listen, Taehyung thought, like every good leader, he listened to people.

They'd met at the Academy on a windy Autumn day. Namjoon was sitting on his bed, reading the Trial by Kafka, his index finger on his bottom lip. Taehyung threw his worries about his new roommate in the first second he was him; Namjoon had the warmth of a trustworthy man in his eyes. He'd shook Taehyung's hand with a smile revealing his delightful dimples and started to collect the Ryan plushies all over the empty bed next to his, "Don't mind them, if they scare you I can remove them somewhere else."

Taehyung smiled to the sweet boy and said "Don't worry, they are cute. Let's align them here together!" Namjoon had a good feeling about this brown-haired boy and Taehyung felt the same way too.

Of course as the brightest student of the Academy, Namjoon had been chosen to work at the S.M.P.A. After one year, when there was finally an open position at the O. C. Unit, Namjoon took the chance to advise his chiefs a name ; a promising rookie from Daegu, Kim Taehyung. And now he was in the Seoul city he had always dreamed.

In the afternoon, Taehyung and his hyung dealed with the paper work, a bothering detail of working for the government, bureaucracy. He left the station at 4 pm for his patrol and soon to the evening darkness, he drove his car to the heart of lights and loudness. When he finally saw the neon letters of Yeomra, 염라, he felt the butterflies in his stomach. It'd been one month and he couldn't figure out why but those little wings in his stomach still weren't leaving him alone.

No word else could describe him better than that word written by neon letters, Yeomra, the King of the underworld in Korean mythology. Taehyung checked himself quickly, shook his head, licked his dry lips and stepped into the underworld.

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Hello, that's my very first story *omg*, sorry if I messed up anything and thank you for reading 💜 Comments are very welcomed 😇