The tires of Jisoo's Volkswagen convertible roll peacefully on the road as wind nips on the passengers' skin. Jisoo is sitting at the front with Lisa, gold and obsidian strands of hair woven into a tangled mess as neon lights pass by them in a beautiful blur of purple, pink and blue. With one hand on the steering wheel and the other supporting her head's weight, Jisoo makes small conversation since she notices Jimin's unusual quietness while the car steers into a broad but not too vacant alleyway. Jungkook is mumbling something while pressing his fingers onto the communicative earbuds Taehyung handed him before which Jimin guesses it's probably something related to the positioning of police cars surrounding the area.
"I don't know how or why but it seems that your friend is there too?" Jungkook talks to Jimin so as to release a bit of the tension. Of course, he knows what Jimin is feeling at the moment since he's doing his first mission and a bit different from drug dealings on the grounds of carrying a weapon beside him all the time.
"Hoseok?" Jimin unbelievably raises his eyebrows as questions fog his mind. "Wait, does it mean that he's currently at the station with Taehyung?"
"I just made a call and heard his voice so I guess it's a yes." Jungkook affirms, his eyes are glossed with multiple colors from the luminescent lights. He recalled having introduced Hoseok to Taehyung since he might be useful as much as Jimin is to the case and what a coincidence it might be that the two seems to have known each other before as both of them stared at each other wide-eyed and spluttered "It's you" in sync. Jungkook wants to tell Jimin but he stops when the tires come to a halt in front of a normal club house with old dusty neon signs and peaceful Rhythm and the Blues in the background. He makes an entrance as the heels of his polished shoes hit the rocky ground and steps outside the convertible.
A gentle man with raven hair and black suit hugging his frame aesthetically. One of his white-gloved hands is caressing the golden bulb of his cane and the other one adjusting his collar in a gentleman-ish and elegant way. He swivels and a pink-haired male follows him after. The latter is covered in a black sleeveless vest which shows off his clean white shirt, rolled-up cuffs and indigo necktie. He's standing face to face with the taller male as the younger one smirks playfully while eying the pink-haired male in front of him, a faint blush on his cheeks.
"Not bad..." Jungkook lifts his hyung's chin up to observe his chiseled face and plush pink lips which he wants to devour them so badly and the attire he's in. Jimin looks great would absolutely be an understatement for Jungkook, he's an underrated beauty and Jimin literally takes his breath away, whether it's him confidently dancing on stage or standing suited in front of him all shy. His lips can't be controlled as he utters, syllables ring in Jimin's ears. "You're beautiful tonight."
No one has ever called Jimin beautiful.
Surely, he was called sexy, seductive and so on but there's something about being called "beautiful" makes him grin from ear to ear as he gives the younger his nefarious crescent eye-smile. Butterflies start to flutter frantically in his stomach when Jimin finally realizes: Once you've fallen, there's no going back.
"Okay you two quit the lovey dovey act." Lisa fakes a cough and reaches out a hand, slender fingers holding the invitation in a careless manner while Jisoo looks at them with interest in her eyes. Jungkook and Jimin looks at each other smiling sheepishly which looks as if they were going to attend prom night and before that, they were listening to their parents' rants. Jimin holds the invitation as he and Jungkook wears their mask and giving a thumbs-up before Jisoo's convertible rolls off elsewhere near the clubhouse.
By the looks, it seems as if it was just a normal wrecked clubhouse with dust-covered neon signs and heavily reeks of alcohol just by standing in front of the door. Smoothly muffled Rhythm and the Blues was playing in the background when both of them step inside to be greeted by a burly bodyguard towering over them. Jungkook hands him the invitation when he feels Jimin's grip around his arm tightens a bit due to nervousness and they finally get inside after the bodyguard stepped backwards, revealing a secret passage which leads to where they need to arrive. Jungkook and Jimin nod at each other one last time as they step on the escalator leading down the underground bar, where the soothing R&B begins to blare louder the deeper they go. Once they've reached the end of the escalator, Jungkook hands the butler waiting outside the double doors his cane and they step inside.
The odor of alcohol greets them and Jimin scrunches his nose at the heavy aroma reeking the club. Light-headedness embraces them as various hues flicker continuously. Girls are gripping onto golden poles as their bodies glowing hot with glitter in the bright stage lights while gentlemen adore them with predatory eyes, arms packed with other girls playing with their collars and eyeing their precious watches. Ladies handing each other brands of alcohol and scarce cigars while others are smooching with nameless pills between their parted lips. All of the prominent businessmen, the lawyers, the wealthy come here to have their night with masks covering their faces helping their identities sealed.
Jungkook looks around, his head fighting the light feeling of whatever aura wafted across his nose until he secretly digs in Jimin's pocket a pistol he secretly smuggled into the clubhouse and one for him, safely hidden in his vest as he nudges Jimin's shoulder to observe the figure upstairs, heading towards the microphone that's facing the frenzied audience beneath him.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Cygne Noir's Masquerade ball La Ravissement!"
A round of applause begin to bombard them from all sides interlaced with affirming howls and whistles from over-excited tycoons as lights shone on him, revealing the figure with crow-like plague mask, adorn with various feathers and diamonds. His black-gloved hands waving at the people who are eagerly clapping for his presence as husky warm syllables escape the speakers.
"I, the Crow, will be the host for your party and please, enjoy this party to your heart's content!"
Lights begin to dim after the short speech of the party host when Jungkook squints his eyes to get a closer look at the host, who is talking to another woman with a flaming red quiff and icy cold gaze hidden behind a crimson mask but surely enough, Jungkook can make out her facial features in no time. Chiseled jawline and a burn scar like no other that trails down her face onto her pale bony neck.
Alice - The CEO of Reaxys Pharmaceuticals, nefarious for her incredibly toxic and poisonous drugs which can be healed only by her self-invented medicines.
Jungkook suspiciously frowns at both of the figures escaping the light that shone on them and walks along the dark corridor where a handful of other rich people inhaling some other type of drugs he didn't know. Both of his hands grip Jimin's shoulders tightly making him wince under the mask and he lowers himself down to meet his hyung's ear level.
"Stay here."
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𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒 ✦ jikook
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