Enigma II : Magic Card

/6/ Jungkook

Y/N's P.O.V:-

Jackson warily walked before me, eyeing the surroundings even more cautiously than I did. His protective shield that subjugated me beneath, I couldn't but sneer under my breath. I wasn't needed to be protected, rather if chances came and worst things happened, my shield would work better than him and would protect him instead like inferior going superior, only if he knew that but okay.

The greater section of what the place what it was called, Cheongyangni 588, was abolished to a deserted place with a bigger construction site at a side inactive at the moment, covered under a big blue polythene cover. We were moving along the line of a rickety footpath at the side with tip-toe steps, no one should be watching or discerning us in this dim red-blue and black darkness. Jackson seemed to know this place better, actually a lot. Lack of presence of enough lights didn't pay him difficulties as he advanced quite swiftly escorting me by side.

"See that red-light door screen?" He pointed at the front direction. Red and pink garish neon lights flaunted over the rectangle glass piece, cursive bold nameplate bickered at the darkness around with its entity, the name it held, Seacrets. "That's our place," said he.

"Now you're gonna stay with me." Like holding a kid who had just got lost and found, he protectively gripped my wrist and held it within his jacket as if I were the kid who would be lost again. I stifled a laugh, back in those days, he had been, just the same.

"Jackson, you don't seriously- I know it's a strip hotel living in the abandons, okay?" I mocked his puerile attitude, "Not that no girl ever comes to a strip club, you are acting like people inside will-"

"It's. Not. A. Normal. Club, Y/N." He spoke with an intimidatingly deep tone as to chastise me for my relaxed current self, "You know nothing about this place, do you? There's a history, a reason why the whole area was banned like this."

That gravy pitch of his voice which I was never acquainted with left me startled. I shushed myself and looked at his eyes questionably. What was exactly up with this whole dadgum thing? And then, how was Jungkook connected with all of this?

The red cross on the door flashed upon receiving a push. The duo of us slowly took a pace inward. The 'welcome' sign tilted, the noise of the booming speaker inside reached our ears, which had no trace of existence just a foot away from that lighted door when stepped outside. Secrets of who-knows-who came here to indulge youthful lust, secret of that cryptic BTS member who was gone for two years from his home. Seacrets. The name surely had a success.

The foyer decoration was awing, bright and showy but definitely enticing. The front deck held two skyscraper suited guards standing on both sides, a facade of indifference from the face. A polished archway paved to the inside leveled with thick carpet, an alignment of LED colorful lights emblazoned the ceiling, it looked nothing like of a restricted zone but the reception of a nice, cozy hotel to welcome their guests. A girl was sitting behind the table at the corner, legs pulled over resting above the desk and a magazine held her attention unwaveringly. Lacquered murderous red nails and same red hair had flames ongoing in the buns above her head. Jackson knocked on the table, on the second time, she shifted her eyes.

"Yes? What kind of service are you looking for?" The way she articulated that was leaver of a cringe, her banal voice whispered in an overly honeyed seductive manner especially directed to the male standing beside me. She might have taken us to be customers from the appearances, "Show is for twenty each, an hour costs thirty, if you want full night then-"

"A room." Jackson interrupted, "One hour."

"Available," She scrupulously stripped both of us with her vigilant examining eyes, especially me from foot to head more than once, I cocked my eyebrows to stipulate a 'what?' at her briskly moving up and down orbs, she smirked at that and replied. "Never seen a girlfriend brought here before. An hour would be enough?"