Heart Throb// Jikook Playboy-ish

Cat Trapped In A Mouse Trap

Jhope pov:

"How is he?" Jungkook asked. I lousily laid on the couch.
"He's sleep right now... haha." I chuckled thinking about a flustered sleeping Jimin.
"He had a lovely time with himself a few hours ago but, I won't tease him about it." Jungkook laughed.

    "How's the mission coming along?" I asked curious. I heard a deep sigh.
    "Honestly this is one of those missions I wish I could forfeit. The only thing keeping me calm right now is your voice." He laughed but, I could hear the nervousness in his voice.

    I wonder what he has to do?
I yawned into the phone. "Well whenever you get paid let's go celebrate with a chicken feast." I tiredly wiped my eyes.

     "Sounds like a plan." Jungkook chuckled.
"Also, come back in one piece." I looked up at the ceiling. It went quiet before he spoke again.

     "Come back in one piece huh,..... I'll try my best." He spoke in a enthusiastic tone. I ignored the weird feeling in my chest and wished him good luck before hanging up.

     As for someone whose known Jungkook for years, I'm 100% sure this mission is something that could make or break him. I just hope the coin he flipped lands on his side.

    I closed my eyes trying my best to push past the worry and sleep.

   Jk pov:

   There's no way I could possibly fail this mission.
I walked into the nightclub. The lights were dimmed down to a dark shade of red.

       Ass, breast's, nipples, latex, high hills and masks were all I could see around me.
    I quickly slipped on my lion mask with shiny crystal's. The only part of my body that could be seen were my mouth and upper nose. If I was gonna find this bastard I need too act like him.

    I tried my best to blend into this weird ass club. I occasionally held my breath as I passed through clouds of smoke or when I suddenly got a whiff of cheap cologne and way too sweet perfume.

      As I looked around I tried to stay focus.
The tie to my tuxedo was harshly pulled down before pain shot through my lip. I groaned pulling away.

   "Ahh fuck..." I trembled as I felt warm liquid slide down my chin. I looked down at the half naked chick dressed in a leopard outfit.
She. Just. Fuc*ing. Bit. Me! What am I a piece of fuc*ing meat?!

  
     I sighed. "You're one crazy ass person." I laughed looking at the tail sticking out of her lower regimen.
      "She likes you." My shirt was forcefully ripped open, exposing my chest.

    I looked at the zebra masked man in front of me.
"That doesn't mean she can just bite me fucker." I swiftly turned around and walked away.

How many times will I get harassed tonight? I sighed.

  "I didn't know we had new strippers." I was roughly pulled back.
     "Don't touch m-." I turned around but the Zebra dressed male was no longer there.
   I looked up at the tall man with an overwhelming presence.

     He wasn't wearing a mask either. I stared at him speechless as I gathered myself together.
    He quickly leaned forward, wiping my lip.
I felt sick too my stomach as I watched him lick my blood off of his finger.

   "So as I was saying.... are you a new member or are you visiting?" He drank some champagne.

This could be a trick. What if he hires new members directly? This club is private so there's no way I would've gotten in without a connection.

    "I came along with someone but, I left them." I relaxed as I let the words smoothly roll off my tongue. He smiled.

    "You're one of the most intriguing people I've ever met. Why don't you join me and have a few drinks." He smiled and lifted his champagne glass.

This is him!! Kim Taehyung. Undercover Mass murderer and a psychotic killer. If I kill him that's an easy 250,000.

    I smiled as I pulled back my ripped shirt and lowered my pants, slightly showing my v line.
Now, if there's something that would trigger a killer to pick a victim. This is my best bet.

   Expose myself, be carefree but careful. Kim Taehyung. You're not getting away!

I walked closely behind him.