Seoul @ Night [Dark Dealings] // BTS f.f. [CLOSED]

[2] The Club

I don't know what's worse...

The music blasting through the speakers, or the creeps who think I don't notice their staring. I waved the bartender over.

"What can I get for you, angel?" He asked with a flirty smile. "Bring me your favorite drink." I told him with a sly smile, matching his, and inspecting his physical appearance. A black head of hair, monolid brown eyes, full lips, a soft smile, and ear piercings. "You sure you can handle such a powerful drink?" He eyed me back, pulling out two glasses. "I'm tough enough, I can handle any drinks thrown at me..." I saw the name-tag on his breast pocket, "Jimin." I addressed him by his first name.

Pouring the liquor, he spoke, "I haven't seen you around here before. Another escapee from a small city?" He handed me a cocktail, and I took it appreciatively. "How would you know if I'm not from around here?" I challenged, raising an eyebrow at him, and taking a sip of the drink. "I've worked in the club since my first year in college, and everyone in here," he looked towards the dance floor, "are my regulars, sweetheart. But you," Jimin took a sip of his own drink, "are a sight for sore eyes. What's your story? Daddy issues? Boyfriend cheated on you? Got caught in the wrong place at the wrong time and have been on the run ever since?" Jimin guessed. Charmed, I offered the observant bartender a small smile.

"I just wanted a change of scenery." He smirked at me, "Well congrats angel, you've got it. And you just might have become my new favorite customer for offering me a nice change of scenery." Jimin's eyes drifted downward from mine. I shook my head, rolling my eyes at him. "All the pretty ladies that come here must love your meaningless words, Jimin."

Jimin chuckled and downed the remaining liquid in his glass. "Right, princess, because every other woman who come to this club and order a drink from me are blessed enough to get a taste of my sweet charms." His voiced was laced with sarcasm.

"Your words can't fool me."

"Can't a guy get the only pretty lady's trust around here?"

"No sir." I let out a small laugh and finished up my drink. "Wha't your name, doll?" Jimin genuinely smiled. "(Y/n) (L/n), but you can just call me (Y/n)."

"Nice to meet you, (Y/n), and welcome to Seoul. I'm Park Jimin, one of the most well known men in this city." He held out a hand to me, and I shook it. "Thanks for the welcome, but why are you so popular?" I grinned, questioning Jimin.

"Now, now- we don't know each other that well yet. Keep coming back to this club and maybe one day I'll tell you why I'm 'so popular'. Everyone has their own secrets, (Y/n), and here in Seoul, we don't question them for their secrets." A cocky smile spread across my face, "Fine, Park Jimin. You'll see me often. Now, what are some fun things a girl can do around here?"

"Fun, huh? Are you a thrill seeker?"

"Kinda, but I'm really just in need of some interesting stories to tell." I shrugged, and turned my head back to where the creeps were. Still staring... Looks like trouble.

"Well, you should definitely come back tomorrow, and you can meet the most interesting group of people in Seoul." Standing, I shifted my attention back to Jimin and fixed my dress. "Anything for my new favorite bartender." I winked at him. Jimin's tongue glided across his lower lip, while discreetly looking me up and down. "See you tomorrow then, princess. Drink's on me." I leaned forward, purposefully, and slipped a generous tip into his breast pocket. "Bye Jimin." I smiled and turned. Leaving the bar counter, I felt Jimin's gaze burning into the back of my body.

Smirking to myself, I knew it wouldn't take long until something happened. My heels clicked against the floor, and I passed a mirror, catching a glimpse behind me. I know what I started... and I was well aware of the four men following me. Touching my thigh, I felt the knife strapped securely, hidden under my dress. 'Just in case', I thought to myself as I made my way to the club's exit. Hoping to lose the unwanted followers, I zipped through the crowd of dancing people. The group of four now became three, then two, then one, and I narrowed my eyes.

"Shi-" My body slammed into someone's arm, and I heard a surprised cuss. "Hey-!" The man exclaimed and grabbed my wrist. "What the hell do you think you're doing? You spilled my drink!" His brown-green eyes narrowed as he glared at me accusingly. His well defined jawline was clenched, his lips pressed in a firm line. It was as if his eyes were getting darker by the minute. "Let me go, please." I tried yanking my wrist away, but he held on, tightening his grip. "Don't you know who I am?!" I winced slightly at his growl and the pressure he had on my wrist. "I said," I spoke though gritted teeth, "Let. Me. Go."

The man looked up, as if sensing something. He suddenly pulled me close, and my face made a soft contact with his shoulder. "Shit- Look, as much as you owe me an apology for bumping into me and spilling my drink, you're being followed." His eyes drifted to each of the four men in the crowd, as he whispered quietly in my ear. "No dip Sherlock! Now let me go so I can lose the creeps and get the hell out of here!" I muttered into his shoulder.

"There is no chance that you'll lose them." The mysterious stranger lightly placed his large hands on my hips, barely touching them. "I know who they are, and you need to trust me on this. You're in danger. Play along, and I'll get you out of here alive." His breath fanned my neck.

"Why should I trust you?!"

"Because I'm Jeon Jungkook, one of the best damn smugglers this city has ever seen."

"Dammit-!" I cussed and finally decided to play along, placing my arms around his neck. I had no other choice but to trust him. If he turns against me, it wouldn't matter because even if I went without him, there's just as likely of a chance of me getting caught.

"Let's go back to my room, baby girl." Jungkook spoke louder, looking down at me seductively. To say this man wasn't attractive, I'd be a bloody liar. A terrible liar too, I can't help but blush at him. Jungkook knew exactly how to act, which made me wonder how many times he's seduced someone. I smiled up at him, "Okay, oppa~." I placed a light kiss on his jawline , and he led me by the waist to the staircase to the upper floor of the club. We made small talk as we pushed through the crowds. "Don't call me oppa." He hissed, "I don't like it..."

I rolled my eyes, and he spoke again, bending down to whisper in my ear as we walked. "You're good at acting, what's your name?" I giggled and playfully hit his chest to make it seem like he was flirting. "I'm (Y/n) (L/n). But, let's focus on getting to the room without getting caught, yeah?"

Jungkook smirked and nodded, opening a door to one of the private rooms. "After you, baby." He said gesturing for me to go inside, and looked behind me. "Thank you, oppa." I giggled and rushed inside, knowing he disliked it when I called him oppa.

Jungkook came inside right after, closing the door and locking it, giving me a 'I told you not to call me that' look. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. I felt the bed shift to the side as he sat next to me, "Who the hell are you, and what did you do to get thug operatives to follow you?!" Jungkook's face showed he was confused, and slightly cautious of me.

I shrugged. "I'm just someone who's looking for an interesting story to be apart of." His lips pressed together in a firm line, "Well, you've certainly found something. I assume you've been snooping around too much in places you don't belong." I nodded, "Yeah, apparently they noticed my curious interest..." Jungkook gave me a lopsided grin, "Well, I'm going to smuggle your targeted ass to my safe apartment for the night. You're lucky it was me who you bumped into, but I don't work for free, (Y/n)."

I stood and narrowed my eyes at Jungkook, "Fine, what do you want from me?"

"You, (Y/n), are obviously a lot smarter than you give off- especially if you've noticed four highly trained thug operatives trailing you. I think that you'd be useful for my friends' and I's... business." I raised an eyebrow at Jungkook. "And if I don't agree to join you?"

"Well, I'll leave this room, you'll never see me again, and those stalkers of yours will surely come for you." He paused with a small smile. "But, if you agree to join, we'll escape, you can spend the night at my awesome apartment with me, and you can get an interesting story by becoming one of the most powerful people in Seoul."

I perked up, especially when he said I'd get a good story out of this. He payed attention, and he knew exactly what I wanted to hear. "You're pretty damn good at persuading someone." Jungkook stood up and put his hands in the pockets of his slacks, and I realized how much taller he was than me. "I know." A knowing smile spread across Jungkook's face and he seemed confident.

"Fine, Jeon Jungkook. I'll play with you and your friends," I smirked. "I'm in."