Another night, another club. It had been the third week in a row of the Joker wreaking havoc on the city of Gotham. Anywhere where there was a vast majority of people is where he set his sights.
He wanted to cause disruption. He wanted to plague the streets with chaos and fear...and he was succeeding. He and Jimin were succeeding.
The music pulsed through the air as the Joker sat in a booth at a club. It wasn't just any club, however. It was one that belonged to a particular friend of theirs. Across from him, directly, was the stage. He smile when a familiar leg comes out from behind the curtain, teasing the audience.
It was then he noticed the fabric that covered Jimin's thighs. His thighs had become one of Jungkook's favorite parts of him, so he was a bit disappointed that they had been covered.
Once Jimin finally steps out on stage, the audience look at him in awe as he struts toward the pole. His eyes scanned the crowd before landing on Jungkook. A smirk appears on Jimin's face.
The music seems to grow louder as everyone is entranced by the way the man moves his hips and limbs; his facial expressions only aided in riling up the many men that drooled over him.
However, Jungkook knew the performance was only for him. The way Jimin's glare pierced his being let him know that, in his mind, they were the only two in the room.
Jungkook becomes lost in his lover's look, until he sees his hands trail from his chest to his hips. The younger couldn't help but to sit up.
Suddenly, Jimin grabs the fabric covering his thighs and pulls it off, throwing it off stage.
Jungkook loses his breath when he's met with a number of tattoos that hadn't been there before. The black ink against his skin made them look that much more glorious and it earned hoots and hollers from the crowd.
He would have analyzed the tattoos more if it wasn't for him noticing the gun holsters strapped to Jimin's thighs. Jungkook finally remembers why they're there and chuckles before standing up. As he does, his minions do the same.
With a smirk, Jimin removes a gun from his holster and begins to shoot mindlessly.
As if it was a cue, the minions began pulling out their guns and shooting up the place. Jimin pulls out the other gun and twirls himself, letting bullets fly everywhere. Jungkook smiles at him as he gets closer to the stage.
Like some corny romance movie, bullets fly past and avoid him. As if there was a bullet-less path guiding him directly to his lover.
When Jimin runs out of bullets, he places the gun Jungkook gifted him in his holster as the other his discarded to the side. He turns his head over and smiles when he sees Jungkook come close.
"Did I make it pretty for you, daddy?" Jimin asks as he falls to his knees. Getting in his hands, he crawls toward The Joker, sensually. Jungkook chuckles.
"So pretty, honey. The greatest masterpiece." Jimin giggles at the compliment before biting down in his bottom lip.
"Did you like my surprise? I got them for you." Jimin asks. He reaches the other and raises up on his knees. It gives Jungkook and chance to get a good look at the tattoos.
On one leg, there were random placement of triple diamonds, along with his signature 'HA HA HA.' On the other leg, there was a heart with Jungkook's initials inside. Next two it was the word 'puddin' and other doodles.
"Did you do them yourself?" Jungkook asks, noticing the way they were facing. Jimin nods and giggles when he earns a kiss.
"My talented baby. Daddy'll have ta treat you real nice." The sentence makes Jimin moves closer.
"Oh? What kind of treat? Will it be sweet?" He asks, a wide smile on his face. He laughs when Jungkook wraps his arm around his waist and pulls him in until their bodies pressed again one another.
"The sweetest..." he says before hooking a finger under Jimin's chin. He pulls him close and kisses him deeply, still ignoring the ongoing shots and screams in the background. When they part, Jimin stands and grabs his hand.
"Let's go home." He says barely about a whisper. Jungkook chuckles.
"As you wish, Princess." They begin to make their way toward the entrance when they hear yelling.
"You fucks!" They both turn toward the stairs and see Woohyuck ties to the stair railing, where they left him. Jimin smiles and turns back around, ignoring his spouts of anger.
"This...this club was my life! I swear I'll kill you! Next time I see you, you're dead! You and that bitch!" Jungkook stops walking at the last insult and glares at Woohyuck.
"Then how about I kill you right now?" He says, his tone rising from anger. Jimin stops him, his smile still on his face.
"Leave him. He's nothing but a pitiful man...and that's all he'll ever be." Jungkook looks at him and sighs before turning back around. Jimin grabs his hand and starts walking him to the entrance. When the shooting stops, all they hear is Woohyuck's sobs.
Outside, a shiver runs through Jimin from the cold wind that blew. He gets closer to the taller to get some sort of extra warmth. Jungkook chuckles as he begins to remove his jacket.
"No matter how insane you are...I always have to take care of you." He jokes as he places the purple jacket over him. Jimin doesn't hesitate to slide his arms into the sleeves.
"Maybe I like being taken care of by people just as crazy as me." They both laugh before hearing the rumble of an engine. It catches their attention when a certain vehicle pulls into the club parking lot. Jungkook begins to laugh as Jimin's excitement begins to become overwhelming. He licks his lips when the shadowy figure emerges.
"Well look who it is..." Jungkook says, cracking his neck. Jimin giggles.
"Basty Basty came to play..."
