VENDETTA | VKOOK

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"So, what's the plan?"

Taehyung turned to Jungkook ever so slightly, but quickly looked ahead to keep his eye on the road. "No clue."

They were currently on their way to some big nightclub in downton Busan where Mark Tuan supposedly was going to be, dealing something with an American drug lord. This place was a lot more polished than that nightclub they went to to find Jimin. They had to look rich.

So, they did. Silk shirts, tight pants, fur coat, the lot. Taehyung looked so handsome, but Jungkook tried not to think about that too much.

Okay, here's the thing. Jungkook kinda hasn't been able to stop thinking about Taehyung since the night before, when he stood up for him in front of Namjoon. No one ever does that for Jungkook. He'd always been rejected and told to 'go to his room' and stop bothering the older boys.

And Jungkook couldn't do anything. It's not like the boys were a year or two older! Namjoon was ten years older than Jungkook, and Hoseok and Yoongi were eight years older. Jungkook was always treated like a baby, like a fragile little doll. So, he inevitably became one. It's really not his fault.

"What do you mean? We're just gonna waltz in there and look for this Mark guy?" Jungkook asked, and Taehyung snickered.

"Pretty much. Listen, we might get more information and follow it up tomorrow. I know how to do this. Relax. There's gong to be tons of people in there, so we won't look suspicious." Taehyung said, and Jungkook huffed.

At least they're not searching to kill someone this time.

Jungkook and Taehyung finally reached the club (where a valet took their car) and then entered. Taehyung was right, the club was full. It was actually owned by the Wang family, so they used some made up ID's.

"Why's my name Rebecca Lee? That's not a guy's name!" Jungkook scoffed, taking a look at his fake ID. Taehyung chuckled, fixing his jacket and looking around.

"Hey, it could be." Taehyung said, and Jungkook pursed his lips. The two walked over to the bar, where some people were seated. Everything was so fancy, Jungkook felt a little nervous and out of place.

Funny thing is, he's seen some of these people at parties at their home. But they probably don't know who he is (probably because he was never allowed to leave his room during these parties).

"One Old Fashioned." Taehyung said to the bartender, who nodded and then started whirring some drinks around. Taehyung turned to Jungkook, who was looking around.

"And you, Kook?" Taehyung asked, and Jungkook blinked in confusion.

"Huh? Oh- nothing. I-I don't drink alcohol." Jungkook said, and Taehyung chuckled.

"Really? I started drinking when I was 14. Hm." Taehyung said, and Jungkook shrugged.

"Dunno. It tastes funny. And-and sometimes the boys get drunk and they get really scary." Jungkook said in a small voice, and Taehyung let out a soft smile.

"You're cute," Taehyung said, tickling his fingers under Jungkook's chin, and then turning back to the bartender. Jungkook felt his cheeks tint, and bit down onto his bottom lip to suppress his smile.

Suddenly, a man walked to the bartender. He was tall, slender, blonde hair slicked back and a tattoo that Jungkook had seen before on the side of his cheek. He was handsome, really. His eyes were dark, looking around the room quite cautiously.

The man leant to the bartender and exchanged some words quietly, and then the bartender looked around and said something back, and the man nodded and then walked off. Before walking off, he looked at Taehyung and Jungkook, but then continued walking.