SECRETARY ||VKOOK||

CHAPTER 15

Drinks. Sex. Darkness. The typical atmosphere of a club. He clumsily drank one entire glass of whiskey, as he glared at the bartender to give him more. Bartenders weren't usually bothered about how much one drank, it enhanced their business afterall.

But seeing their customer with bloodshot eyes, unsteady breathing and ruffled hair...they weren't so sure. He didn't look his usual self. He looked...different.

Ever since crying his eyes out for hours, he decided to chuck it and go grab a drink. He hadn't ever been to a club, even though one was really close to the cafè he worked in. He never liked clubs, nor drinking. Today was a first.

It began with him sipping at first. He hated the smell and taste of it. Yet, it made him feel oddly relaxed. And before he knew it, he had crashed the bar and was 4 glasses down.

He couldn't help it. No matter how hard he tried, Taehyung's words did have an effect on him. He knew Taehyung was not an asshole by nature...maybe it was just Jungkook who brought out that aspect? Which technically means that there's something wrong with Jungkook?

Maybe he really was a man whore afterall, who was just trying to get into everyone's pants...

Perhaps, he did deserve to be an orphan, he did deserve to get bullied, and finally, he deserves getting mistreated by Taehyung.

He wasn't sure if it was him or the heavy alcohol thinking for him.

All he knew was that...he was stupid. And useless. And a slut. And a stu-

"Hey, cutie...you alone?"

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Taehyung lazily walked around, trying to figure out where to go. Afterall, he couldn't be at home when Jimin and Yoongi would get all lovey-dovey.

It was a no-brainer that he'd be going to a club, obviously. He somewhat craved for a good fuck anyway. Hence, he decided to head to his most frequently visited club. The club was known for being the most expensive one around town.

After about 20 minutes of driving, he reached his destination. He felt a strange sense of excitement, as he saw the club buzzing with life and and music.

He got down and walked in, like he owned the club. No one asked him anything, since everyone knew him for visiting the club often.

Taehyung didn't have to worry about journalists and reporters, as he maintained a low profile anyway.

He scanned the people in the club, looking for a potential fuck. But it was too dark to make out any. The only thing that emitted light was probably the disco ball above.

Taehyung headed for the bar, and ordered the most expensive drink. The bartenders, who knew him by now (due to his frequent visits), didn't have to be told anything. The moment they'd see him approaching, they'd be ready with the drinks.

Taehyung let out a satisfied smile, as he sipped on his drink. He scanned the crowd again, who were mostly gathered on the dance floor. Sighing, he pulled out his phone and scrolled through his social media accounts. He heard a loud squeal and giggle from the crowd and instantly looked up.

His heart dropped when he saw a familiar coconut head guy with his back turned towards him. The guy was thoroughly enjoying as he danced away with another guy.

No no no no no...

That couldn't be who he was thinking it to be. A guy like Jungkook could never be in a club...

Taehyung almost laughed at how pathetic his thoughts sounded. Of course it wasn't Jungkook!

He forced his attention back to his phone. Yet, he looked up 2 seconds later in the same direction.