(Hoseok's POV)

I stood in Jimin's bathroom, after I said yes he eagerly said he had everything at his house. I stood nervously, placing my hand on the door lever.

(Jungkook's POV)

"Jungkook, listen to meeee."

"Okay, just one more second~" I whined, trying to look around him to the TV. I was in the middle of a Deathmatch on overwatch and I needed one more point to win!

"You've been playing for 3 hours." Taehyung flopped onto the bed, my eyes not leaving the game.

"Two more seconds." I promised, I killed one last person before the TV sounded 'Match complete'

I turned off the game, looking toward Taehyung who rested his arms on his knees, looking back at me.

"You ready to do this now?" He bit his lip as I nodded nervously.

"You have to stay here, I'll change in the bathroom." I replied taking the big bag off of the bed. Taehyung's eyes didn't leave me as I shuffled into the bathroom, my heart beating quickly.

Black pleated skirt that probably wouldn't even reach my mid thigh, which Taehyung picked. A pink sweater which I picked. I put on my socks and the rest of the outfit. Taehyung even picked out this pink collar, but I definitely wasn't wearing that outside, even if we were going to a lgbt+ club. There were drag shows and several other events happening tonight alone so it was supposed to be judgment free. But I'm still never wearing that collar. I opted for my ear piercings instead.

I was already uncomfortable wearing the skirt which Taehyung told me I didn't have to wear if I wasn't happy with it but I know he really likes these things so I'll try.

I put my hand on the bathroom door, opening it only enough so I could stick my head out. Taehyung's naked back was facing me, his hands in his jean pockets, over looking his closet. He wore ripped black jeans that clung to his body well. At the sound of the door opening he turned to me, so obviously holding back a smile.

"You can't say anything." I instructed, nervous to come out and show him.

"Wha-"

"Can't say anything! Or else I'm taking it off." I glared at him as he laughed softly, eventually nodding.

I stepped out of the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I had put on a little bit of makeup, this eye stuff that I stole from Jin and that he taught me how to use. And lip stuff, I didn't know what any of it was called but I...kind of liked the way it looked. The way I looked.

Taehyung was staring at me. All of me. I shifted under his gaze, messing with my fingers. He didn't go against his word, he didn't say anything.

"C-can you help me pick out a shirt?" He tore his eyes away from me, looking back at his closet. I made my way over to him, picking out a white shirt and a pink jacket that kind of matched my outfit. When looking back at him I realized he was wearing his lip piercing. "Thanks."

I grabbed my phone and keys while he got fully dressed. I was about to open the room door when his arms wrapped around my waist, pressing back into his chest. I could feel his breath on my neck as he whispered,

"Can I just say one thing?"

"Fine, one thing." I smiled, resting my hands on his.

"You look きれいな (Key-deh-ee-nah)." Taehyung said the last word in a different language,

"What does that mean?"

"I think it means beautiful in Japanese?" He said more like a question than answer. I laughed taking the compliment anyway as he kissed my cheek.

***

"Are you ready to go in?" Taehyung asked, the wind blowing his nicely styled hair into every direction.

No

"Yes..." I interlocked my fingers with his, he squeezed slightly, leading me to the front. The line was super long but to my surprise Taehyung led us to the very front. I heard people complain about it, but when the guard saw Taehyung he let us in, no questions asked.

As soon as we were in I looked at him ready to ask when,

"Jimin and I have performed here before." He explained leading me further into the dimly lit club. It looked a lot like where Tae worked, the stage and bar, but there were two major differences. One was the crowd, the diversity was one like I haven't seen before. People of all ages (minus below 17), colors, sexualities. It like what I imagined University would be like.

Various different...interesting...outfits. One couple caught my attention. A built Latino man who must've been 6'2 stood next to a shorter leaner, pale person who looked about 5'6. I couldn't tell whether they were a boy or girl, maybe they weren't either one. The taller man wore a regular leather jacket and jeans but the shorter one wore a slim fitting crop top with leather shorts. But what caught my attention was the choker with a loop, connected to a chain which the taller one was holding.

The shorter one caught me looking and smiled at me, then looking away.

"Dom and Sub." Taehyung pointed out several things to me as we saw them. Explaining to me that one of the girls was a 'little' and that's why she had a pacifier in her mouth. He then had to explain what a little was.

"Oh and no drinks for you." He added when I glanced at the bar.

"Aw why?" I whined, yelling over the music.

"Well 1, you're underage. And 2 the last time you had a drink you got super drunk and hard to take care of."

(1 hour later)

"T-hen I said to bim, no! My socos are red!" I giggled loudly as the pretty woman laughed with me. She had hazel eyes and curly brown hair that kind of stuck to her forehead with sweat. Probably from dancing.

"Another Vodka on the rocks." She waved the bartender down. I picked up my drink that she had ordered for me and drank the last of it in one gulp. "Who are you here with Jungkook?" She took a hair tie off of her wrist and put up her hair, eyes set on me.

"Ummm." I tapped my chin, trying to remember. Where was I? Oh right, a club. And I'm with... "oh yeah! Wit T-Taehyung my boyfriend, but I run way from him, now I'm here!" I was giggling again, when Michelle I think it was put her hand on my wrist.

"Can I see your phone?" She asked, and I could already see what was happening. She wanted to call Taehyung, but he would tell me we had to go home and I don't want to go yet.

I shook my head and stumbled out of my seat while she called my name.

(Taehyung's POV)

"Hey are you Taehyung?" A girl suddenly asked me, stopping me from my search. At first I thought she may have recognized me from the strip club but then realized she used my actual name.

"Yeah." I gave her my full attention, figuring she might've seen Jungkook.

"Thought so. Your boyfriend went into the elevator and keeps going from floor to floor never actually getting out of the elevator and he's super drunk, thought you should know." She explained, as I tried not to sigh loudly. At least I know where he is.

The only reason I had kept it together for so long was that there hadn't really ever been much crime at this club but it was still dangerous for a drunk teenager.

"Okay, thank you." I quickly ran over to where I knew the elevator was. Just as I got it in my field of vision the doors opened. Jungkook.

(Jungkook's POV)

"Don't. You. Dare." He mouthed trying to get over to me, but it was a crowded place. And I had already hit the closed button. I smiled as the doors closed as he was two feet away.

"Hmm w-which floor now?" I clicked the number 2, leaning against the wall as it moved. I decided to actually get out this time. This floor was very different from the others. It was a hallway, huge rooms on either side with glass walls so you could see in. People were crowding around each one.

I skipped down the row, my eyes catching on one particularly.

"Food g-goes in your mouth, not on your b-body, sillies." I laughed turning to continue skipping when I hit something hard. I looked up, a bearded man looking down at me.

"Are you lost?" He asked my eyebrows furrowing.

"N-no." I stammered. He didn't look friendly like Michelle had. Especially when he grabbed my wrist.

(Taehyung's POV)

Shit. Shit. I'm never taking this kid anywhere ever again. If something happens to him I will- fuck! Where is he???

I hit the number 2 on the elevator. I had ran all over level 3, after 1, 3 was his favorite number so I figured that's where he'd go.

The doors opened, I jogged out looking around amongst the people.

"Hey doll, wanna have a good time?" A blue haired girl in a very obvious dominatrix outfit touched my neck.

"No thanks, but have you seen and Asian boy about this tall, wearing a pink sweater, he has black hair?" I asked, as she tapped her cheek.

"Actually, I have." My hopes rose. "I saw him go to one of the back rooms with a dude. Bout 5 minuets ago." She left after that, my heart rate at an unhealthy level.

Before she could fully finish I was running, at full speed. I no longer cared if I was hitting anyone or how I looked. I got to the back where several doors stood.

Please be alright. I thought over and over as I began looking in each room.