Love Will Remember | Jikook [COMPLETED] 🔞

Chapter - 63

It was close to ten at night when Taehyung received that call. At first, he was left wondering why Alvira would call him with such urgency and ask him to come to the high-end club in Gangnam. However, he doesn't even pause to tell Yoongi or Hoseok where he was headed to when he grabbed his car keys from the glass bowl on the table on his way out. She had asked him to come alone and he knew her enough to know Alvie doesn't bullshit.

He had received at least three calls, all speaking in hushed tones of urgency that had him wonder whatever they were up to wasn't good. Following their instructions, he parked his car behind the club in a dimly lit lot and made his way into the club through the back door. He doesn't recognize the woman who let him in. She looked petite and shorter than him, similar height and build like Alvie. But something about her posture and the way she carried herself told him that she wasn't just someone.

When she stepped into the staff elevator, he followed her, gaze scanning her questioningly. The woman kept her head straight, shoulders squared and barely sparing him a look. She paused briefly when they reached the toilets, glancing around before pushing the door open. He stood staring at the 'under maintenance' board and mulling if he should enter because it was women's toilet. And what was he doing here?

His question was answered when the door creaked open, a hand shot outside to pull him inside. The woman released him and turned to face him with a hiss, "Took you long enough." Alvie smoothed her hair, her breathing irregular.

"Got caught in traffic. Why am I here?" He scrunched his nose, taking in the surrounding. It was surprisingly clean and dry, but the thought of someone walking in on them, especially him being in the women's toilet unsettled him.

Alvie jerked her head to one of the cubicle. The woman who led him there stood outside with her hands folded across her chest. He approached the cubicle with a racing heart and his eyes popped out of their sockets when he received the answer to all his questions.

He stood dumbstruck for a moment before slowly blinking and coming to his senses. A dark chuckle breached his chest as he thought if he wanted to hug and kiss the women first or do whatever hell he was here to do. He decided to do the latter first. Portia stood proudly guarding the dirty laundry that had slumped on the closed lid of the toilet, her head lolled to the side.

"What are my orders?" he asked smugly, his gaze landing questioningly at the new woman.

"We gotta get her out of here," Portia said. "Don't worry. That's officer Sama. She's a friend." She bent to move the unconscious looking Eunji.

Eunji groaned, mumbling something incoherent and he realized the model was just intoxicated.

"Take her to your car and drive to our apartment." Alvie threw him the key to their apartment. "She's just drunk. We figured no one would spare a thought if she left with you in this state. We will text her security from her phone once you are away from the club."

"Okay," he agreed, no questions asked because...he already had an inclination where this was headed to and hell be damned if he disagree to something like this. After all, they knew this bitch was one of the reasons Jimin suffered. The others would freak out if they had a slightest idea of what they were doing. But he didn't care.

He didn't even grunt when he hauled Eunji carelessly. So what if he strained a muscle or two? She didn't deserve his respect. He secured a hand around her waist, suppressing the churning nausea at her closeness. Sama went ahead, inspecting the hallway and soon he made his exit.

To his surprise, the extraction went without a hitch. Eunji barely stirred once she was strapped to his seat. He drove carefully and arrived at the women's apartment shortly, parking in the designated spot. He didn't bother much knowing there were no cameras.