Sin City | Bts

Prologue

It was his first time inside. He actually just turned 19 and this was his week late birthday present to himself.

The lights inside shined a blinding purple and blue, making everything that could come in contact with it those two colors in different brightnesses and shades. The place was pretty packed, it would be even more crowded as the hours went on later and later; it was only 6 pm.

He slowly made his way over to the bar counter, slipping past workers that were in his path between the tables and chairs; serving drinks to booths full of drunkards and people stumbling and bumping into him as well as he made his way. He finally made it over to the counter, sitting on the almost too tall bar stool and looking up and down the countr line.

The seats were almost all full, the one guy working pretty busy but looked like he was gliding down each person smoothly with no panic or freakouts, getting orders and serving each with a radiating smile. It almost seemed fake. When he finished serving the crazed drunks, he turned his head barely as he was cleaning a glass, glancing over to the boy who was watching him wipe the inside of the transparent mug. The grin grew on his face seeing the boys stare. Putting the glass down, he walked down till he stood in front of him.

The man stood still but in seconds leaned against the counter, arms crossed and looking the boy straight in the eyes almost a few inches apart from each others face. He's never seen him in this bar, and he was curious who he was.

"Are you lost little one?" his grin grew with his own words till his cheeks hurt.

The said males' cheeks flushed soft, not used to that kind of talk from anyone. Especially not to anyone being this handsome in front of him.

The man was average height, 5'9 or 5'10, somewhere around there. His hair was a dark chocolate color, eyes a sparkling gold. He knew they had to be contacts, no ones eyes could shine so bright, especially that color. Lips full, broad shoulders, skinny; still muscular, biceps. He was almost an art piece.

His eyes slowly made their way to his breast, reading the name tag on his button up short sleeved shirt; seeing it said "SeokJin" in big bold white letters.

"Yah" the guy chuckled, snapping his fingers to get the guys attention. "Can I see your ID please? Then you can stare at me all you want cutie"

His cheeks turned red, nodding instantly and grabbed his wallet from his pants pocket. He struggled getting the card out of the stupid plastic, but he still finally got it out and showed it to the man.

Seokjin, the bar tender, grabbed it from him, looking at it closely and kept on glancing at the boy. "Is your name Joon Yejun?" Nod. "Are you 19?." Nod. "You're 6'1?" Nod. He smiled, handing Yejun his card back.

"Well Yejun, welcome to Sinners Night Club."