Key (BTS fanfiction)

Nights Like These

"Another fight won without a hitch, Lucifer I really don't understand why you'd ever want to leave this place!"

"It's Demon, not Lucifer. I'm no devil, just one of his advocates."

I say to my boss as he hovers behind me, counting the money I made with one knock down. I'm handed my cut with a little extra, a silent thanks to cover the horrible threat he made days ago. I spit on the ground beside him just barely missing his polished shoe, growling when he goes to grab my throat. My eyes flash red, one fight not near enough to tire me, and his fear tastes sweet like burnt sugar when I breathe in. With a hellish laugh I push past him, alcohol making me stumble as I leave for the alley. Blond hair flashes in the corner of my eye and I whirl around, arousal now coursing through my adrenaline filled veins.

"Hello."

I say to myself, flowery perfume leading me to follow a stranger through the club to the overcrowded bar. I order a strong tonic a few seats away, finally getting a good look at the blazing blond hair on the beautiful girl. She glances at me, looking away fast when our eyes meet. I sip my drink, wondering what I must look like to her. I'm freakishly tall, grey hair in boxer braids and a fake gold metal hanging around my neck proclaiming me champion. She glances again and I smile, tongue darting out of my mouth and running over my top lip, the sweet blush on her cheeks all the encouragement I need to push my way over, ignoring the cat calls from the men.

"Hello beautiful."

I whisper in her ear before sitting down, her black eyes watching me like a hawk as I finish my drink. She is Korean, but I don't think she's from around here, nervous energy apparent when she jumps at every passing brawl. She recrosses her legs and I force myself not to glance down, distracting my mind with another hard drink.

"So why are you in a fight club, wearing that?"

I say, finally letting my eyes roam up and down the areas that the cocktail dress isn't covering, and believe me, not a lot is left untold. I slide my drink over to her, watching her take a cautious sip leaving her lipstick perfectly stamped on the glass.

"I'm l-looking for f-fun."

She says, coughing after the alcohol. I gesture for the bartender to bring her something less strong and a flirty orange drink is quickly sent our way, enough ice in it to reverse global warming. Blond hair is pushed back over her shoulder as she quickly snatches the more feminine alcohol, much more eagerly putting back the cocktail.

"A-are you fun?"

She stutters, giggling after. I raise an eyebrow, mentally cursing when she slowly recrosses her legs again. Now she's blatantly flirting, eyes sparkling as she orders another drink. I bite the inside of my mouth, wishing I was more of a dirt bag than I am.

"How old are you beautiful?"

I say, ignoring how her face hardens. It's immature, someone legal would have laughed and said something like 'how old do you want me to be?' Heck even someone close to legal would have. No, I doubt she's more than eighteen.

"Old enough."

She says, rolling her eyes at her phone that's incessantly buzzing. I shake my head, about to stand up and head back to the dorm when I feel a heeled shoe running up the inside of my leg, stiletto heel tugging at the thin legging material. My breathing catches in my throat, mouth instantly dry as I force myself not to make a move.

"I'm old-old e-enough."

She says, hiccuping part way through. A few hundred scenarios involving her and a wall flash through my mind as I grind my teeth, sucking in some air before speaking.

"Give my your phone."

"W-what?"

She says drunkenly, foot falling from my leg. I snatch the iPhone from her manicured hand, pushing her away when she tries to clamor over me to get it back. I pull her drunk ass back onto me grabbing her wrists as I read through the texts, diverting my mind from the long legs now on top of mine as she struggles to get off my lap.

Where are you?!?!

Goddammit Micki! You can't run off like this when things don't work out!!

I'm going to call someone soon if you don't show up, I'm worried smh

Babe? Babe I'm really worried, please respond.

Babe?

The texts keep buzzing in, from her boyfriend I believe, messages coming from a heart studded contact. She finally snatches it back from me, hand shoving me backwards weakly. I still doubt she's old enough to be in here, and the stares she attracts with that innocent stupidity make my skin tingle. I can't leave her here, legally of age or not. I also can't bring her home with me, or screw her, so that leaves me with the wallet draining choice of calling her a taxi. Fun.

"Let's go beautiful."

I say, taking her hand and pulling her away from the bar, snapping at anyone who so much as glances at her. We reach the front door and I wave down a taxi, now she won't get in.

"I'm not leaving! I'm here to have fun! Let go!"

She shouts, kicking at me until she loses her footing and falls into my arms.

"Let's take separate taxis beautiful, I'll meet you there."

I whisper into her ear, eliciting giggles as she gets in. I press the boyfriend contact while getting out my wallet. There goes tonight's paycheck. Great.

"This should cover getting her home, here's the guy who should be able to give you directions. Don't mention me."

I say to the taxi driver handing him the phone and the cash. He goes to say something but I close the door, not having time for a heart to heart with a drunk girl and a taxi driver. Instead I wave down the next taxi and direct myself back near home, running the last few blocks to work off some steam. Once I'm back the apartment is pitch dark, computer light leaking out from underneath the door of two rooms. I open one planning on quickly snatching a towel and hitting the shower before the couch, but when I flip on the light switch I'm greeted with Jimin absorbed in a porn film, one hand fisted in his hair while the other one is otherwise occupied. I curse, grabbing a towel and ignoring his desperate attempts at trying to cover himself up.

"I cannot catch a damn break!"

I say loud enough to wake the light sleepers before storming off to the shower knowing there definitely won't be enough hot water left for me to release any frustration so I switch it to cold and focus on scrubbing the dried on sweat off before falling onto the couch, amazingly able to fall asleep in less than a half an hour. I think I hear something coming from one of the rooms before I drift off but I throw a pillow over my head and ignore it, mentally reminding myself to get myself earplugs for nights like these.

Really just had such an easy time writing this so surprise update y'all...actually probably just on time...anYwAyS. And there's a part two stay tuned. And the bonus chapter is Hobi Focus. Love y'all.

~R.