Leopolitan [Jung Jaehyun NCT, 18+, Bodyguard AU, Hybrid AU]

crude

(adjective
1.in a natural or raw state; not yet processed or refined.)

You slipped of your blazer as Johnny opened the door for you. The venue was very secretive, with ID checks and guards at the gates and everything.

It truly looked classy and as you stepped in you realized that there were way more crazy wealthy hybrids than you imagined.

Not everyone was a hybrid of course, some were just wealthy people who had different tastes. But either way, this was going to be completely different from the last hybrid club you were at.

You paid for both you and Johnny at the entrance, indulging in Golden Priority entrance tickets which gave "unlimited access to all available entertainment for the ensuing 12 hours".

You passed the more common crowds following a serpent hybrid who lead you to the upper VIP floor. There were around twenty different rooms behind black and gold doors.

"Please feel free to check around and engage wherever you prefer, ring any of these golden buttons if you need assistance and I will arrive, I'm Yangyang, VIP Butler and I will leave you to your privacy for the time being," he slowly dissappeared among smaller doors marked "STAFF".

"In that case, Y/N, I'll leave you to it," said Johnny, "I'm going to check out all the strong beverages they have here, nothing has made me drunk in around ten years but I hear they have a promising bar. If you need a ride call me, they also have hirable cars and driver's I think."

And with that Johnny also dissappeared through one of the further doors, "SPIRITS" written above it.

You stood for a moment trying to decide where to go. You stepped into the first door, "CIRCE," stepping back out after seeing mostly men occupying the seats and females sauntering on small stages. That wasn't what you were after tonight. On impulse, instead of trying the second door, you walked to the last door on the series, "SPELLS".

As you walked in the room was empty.

A valet appeared from a corner, "Apologies ma'am, but the replacement entertainment for this room will take a while." You guessed that the previous occupants had taken the entertainment home with them. You hummed and turned back. Today wasn't your lucky day.

You went back to the second door, "STARS", stepping into a less crowded room, occupied by around three other people. You sat down near the back, observing the slim toned figures of hybrid felines dancing on stage in provocative clothing.

They were absolutely stunning, beautiful, as they nimbly swung around, their hips and arms moving to the enticing music but you felt an overwhelming emptiness. The man in front of you signalled a Butler from the corner, soon leaving with one of the dancers clinging to his arms.

You observed the rest, one beautiful Siamese hybrid caught your attention, his bright pink hair contrasting with everything in the room, but even as his dance tried to entrance you, you didn't feel attracted, or pleased.

Your mind kept straying to Jaehyun, his strong arms comparing to the agile arms of these dancers, who were slim but Jaehyun's build was incomparable. They're faces were angular, incredibly beautiful but Jaehyun had a softer but stronger aura, dominating, he was unchallenged.

You felt suffocated, and you stepped out of your seat and walked towards the door. Your excitement had died down and you felt like shit again. You rang the bell for Yangyang, requesting for a drink even though your tolerance was sky high, and you went back into "SPELLS," to wallow alone in your hatred.

There was only one row of seats, so you went and sat in the center, throwing your head back as you tried to think of anything but Jaehyun. And that's when a butler appeared next to you with a cart.

It apparently had an assortment of objects.

"Enjoy the night while it's still young milady," he whispered as he backed away, and dull tones of music began to play.

At first you were offended, thinking he was suggesting you masturbate or something, but then the burgundy curtains in front of you began to open, slowly.

As the curtains opened revealing what had been hidden a moment ago, you couldn't help but curse under your breathe, your core exploding in warmth.

The man in front of you was kneeling on his knees, his black pants obviously tight and the buttons on his white shirt close to popping off.

Sweat was dripping down his beautiful face and collecting at his chin where it dropped onto his slightly exposed chest, dribbling down inside his shirt. His lips were swollen and gave rise to a series of shallow breaths.

His hands were tied to the roof with what appeared to be some rope, limiting his dancing arena, and his eyes were blindfolded in a black satin cloth. You could see him, but he couldn't see you.

And thank goodness he couldn't, because kneeling before you, his spotted ears twitching and his tail dancing slowly to the beat, was Jung Jaehyun.