He's a.....Criminal?: A Vkook Fanfic

He's a shooter?

Taehyung's POV

"Wow. Look at the two of you. I hate this bitch, but I must say you two accompany each other pretty well." Mister Hoseok nods his head at Jungkook and I.

"Yeah I agree. Sadly..." Jimin looks at us bitterly.

I look at myself. Then at Jungkook.

Disgusting. We're matching.

Black Cowboy hat: Check

Black trenchcoat: Check

Black Timberland boots: Check

The only thing that's different about us, is the fact that I am a fake female! He has on a black shirt and black pants while I am wearing a black dress that exposes my legs!

I can't believe it.

"You look constipated." Jungkook looks at me concerned.

"If you have to shit, make it snappy. I got a schedule." Jungkook looks at his watch and points to a door, most likely the bathroom door.

"I have no intention of exerting my waste. I just don't want to be here. I don't want to wear this atrocious attire and be here with you of all people!"

"Okay then. Go back to your mommy. As soon as you go back, she'll turn your ass in for the money." Jungkook ties a black bandana around his neck. The bandana covers his mouth and neck.

I sigh deeply.

"Where are we going to now?" I reluctantly ask.

"You're finally admitting your defeat. Ha." Jungkook's eyes crinkle up indicating he's smiling.

"Whatever. You brought me into this disgrace of a mess." I am certainly upset about this situation.

"Yeah yeah. You don't have to remind me." Jungkook rolls his eyes.

"Okay here. Take this and fucking go. Don't come back unless that bitch dies." Mister rude Hoseok, hands the sinner an object.

"Thanks Ho."

"Its very rude to wish death upon someone." I glare at Mister Hoseok.

"You better get going Kookie. It's 10pm." Jimin informs.

10pm? I should be sleeping!

"You're right. Let's go Tina." Jungkook laughs.

Absolutely appalling. I have to go under a false name. And a false gender to add to it!

"Where exactly are we going?" I ask as we start to ascend from the rundown house that Mister Hoseok sadly lives in.

"You'll see. Just move your pretty legs and follow me."

"My legs are not pretty, you homosexual fiend."

"Fuck you and your christ. Just shut up and walk."

This place is certainly in need of financial help.

Each building is chipping away or has graffiti and paint chipping off of it.

Yet people proudly sat on doorsteps of the rigidity houses and puffed in clouds of cancer.

After an achingly long time, Jungkook finally stops walking in front of a building. The building has lights emitting from it and loud boisterous music plays.

"Good heavens! What is this place?" I cover my ears.

"A club. Something you're too young to go to. Or something that is a sin for you." The sinner glares at me.