Taekook In A Supernatural Saga
First Impressions (1)
Eunwoo
Come on Jungkook. The limo will be here any minute
My best friend blared as I hobbled on death stilts while glaring at the little dress that left a bad taste of easy is my mouth.
Jungkook
This is the shortest dress I've ever worn. To say I'm a little
apprehensive would be a profound understatement.
Eunwoo
Well get over it. This is my weekend, and this is our last night to get a
little crazy. My maid of honor is going to look hot as hell, and maybe he'll
entice a Seoulite to free his mature mind for one frigging night. We're
not going back to Busan until I know for a fact you've had a good
time.
I laugh a little as I wobble out of the room in the incredulous high heels
I've been forced to wear.
Jungkook
I can barely walk barefoot. What made you think these walking stilts of
death would be a good idea?
Her eyes widen when she sees me, and a blushing hue stains my cheeks
now.
Eunwoo
Wow! Sweet hot God in red! You look incredible. If you can't find a
partner in that, then Seoul is completely full of blind men.
Jungkook
This.. really isn't me
Eunwoo
I Know. That's why it's so frigging killer. You're a god in that outfit.
I don't know if your dark locks have ever looked so good. Your hair pops
against the red.
Jungkook
I don't want a man *grumble*
Jungkook
"I
sure as hell don't want a man from Seoul. Do you realize that sexually
transmitted diseases are at an all time high? The men in this city are
probably a cesspool for such. I wish you'd quit trying to get me infected.
He laughs wildly at my voiced concern, and I just scowl as we're joined
by the others.
First Impressions (2)
Ha Yoon
"Well, Eunwoo, in three days you're going to be a bride."
Eunwoo
I know, it's so exciting
The lavish surroundings we've spent the past few days in remind me of
how wealthy Eunwoo's soon-to-be-husband really is. The suite is embroidered
with luxury. The decadent folds of fabric that sway from the full wall of
windows leading to the wrap-around balcony probably cost more than my
entire apartment combined with all of its contents. Hell, the dining table we
have yet to use probably cost more than my car.
Jungkook
I don't suppose we could stay in and maybe order takeout?
The group of people glare at me with mocking disbelief. Eunwoo joins them
in their scowl, and I slump under their disapproving glower.
Eunwoo
You guys head downstairs, the limo must be waiting. We'll be in a minute.
Oh boy. I know that look. I'm in trouble. Eunwoo's third grade teacher face
has emerged. She's about to speak to me like a nine-year-old from her class.
The others quickly abandon me, leaving me alone with Ms.
Richards. Damn them!
Eunwoo
Okay. I know you're not usually the social type, but this is my last
weekend as a free man. Myung-jun has been too busy to have a bachelor
party, so he's living vicariously through me. I'm not going to let him down
by sitting in like a group of prudes. I want to enjoy my last night in Seoul with my very best friend since kindergarten. Please don't act so
miserable. Just have fun, for me.
Well, that's not quite the scolding I was expecting. He went with total
guilt trip instead. He's very good at chess, and he just moved the right
piece to capture my queen.
Jungkook
You're right. This is your weekend. I'll dance like a fool and enjoy the
Seoul air for one last night.
Eunwoo
Thank you. I wouldn't mind if you got laid while we're here. God
knows you need to. (mischievous)
Jungkook
You're so crude. Does Myung-jun know what a romantic you are?
Eunwoo
Why do you think he fell in love with me? (smug)
I just giggle with my soon-to-be married friend.
Eunwoo
"Tonight, you're not Jeon Jungkook. Tonight, you're not an assistant to a ball-busting
bitch for a marketing agency in Busan. Tonight, you're Jkay
- a gutsy, sexy person with zero inhibitions. You're not going to
overanalyze every possible consequence of every decision. You're going to
live for once in your life. Then when we get home, I'm going to introduce
you to Myung-jun's cousin... Irvin
Jungkook
I would hope he is young, because the mental image I have is of an old man
relying on a cane. (giggle)
Eunwoo
Let's catch up with the others, Jkay
Time Skip :
They reached downstairs entered the limo and were heading to a club in Seoul.
Jungkook
I am happy for you - very happy. I'm actually a little envious of the two
of you. You make it look so easy.
Eunwoo
I wish you'd give love another chance,
Jungkook
Well, the flavor I tasted wasn't quite as delicious as yours. As a matter
of fact, I'm still trying to rid myself of the lingering, rancid aftertaste which
refuses to go away
Eunwoo
It's been almost a year, and not all men are creeps like Jerry
Jungkook
Well, Jerry was just the creep who broke the camel's back. Picking the
wrong men at all the wrong times seems to be my niche. I don't feel the
need to continue letting Mr. Wrong invade my life, and they're all Mr.
Wrong when it comes to me. Don't worry. We can have a good time without
me being in love. I'll smile, drink, and dance - although it will be hideous
dancing with these death traps you've strapped to my feet.
A long, dreadful line wraps around the corner of a large building, and
my breath rushes out in a frustrated groan when I realize this is our stop.
I wore the wrong heels to brave this line.
Eunwoo
We should be on the list. Check for Kim MJ. (to the bouncer who checks the list and ushers the group inside)
Jungkook
Wow! Myung-jun really did pull out all the stops.
Eunwoo's eyes had a twinge of pride in them.
I can hear the music beating as my body jitters involuntarily from the
heavy vibrations. The dark lighting offers a perfect backdrop for the
colorful laser show splashing around. The bar extends across the entirety of
one wall, and waitresses walk around in dresses that look to have cost more
than my usual wardrobe.
Jungkook
I need a drink (yells over the loud music)
We got our drinks, bumped into a couple of sleazes, misguided them into thinking we were a couple and headed to the VIP floor which was supposed to be quieter.
The lessened blare of the music helps to alleviate the pressure inside my
head, and the congestion is no longer an issue. People are gathered around
several monitors overhead. Some people observe the view from the large
window that hangs over the dance floor.
It's like two different worlds in one place. The downstairs area holds the
wild, savage partiers, and the upstairs realm plays host to civility. I'm not
sure which one I should be classed in, but I prefer the quieter room to the
loud rage going on below.
Jungkook
(When I look up, I see a guy in his late-twenties propped against the wall
and staring at one of the monitors broadcasting the news.
Really? He's watching the news? And Eunwoo thinks I don't know how to
have fun.)
Jungkook
(His tall, strong body offers mystery beneath the perfectly tailored suit.
One hand holds his drink, while the other hides in his pocket. Of course it is
his left hand hiding, so I have no idea if he is married or not. Perhaps he's
hiding it intentionally because he's married but is keeping his options open.)
Jungkook
(Creep.
As long as I think he's a creep, I won't feel the need to approach him.
Considering he's a breathtaking slab of perfection, I need that creep-persona
to hold me back.
Damn, he's hot! )
Jungkook
(Another drink is set in front of me as soon as I guzzle down my
previous one, but my eyes stay fixated on the dark-haired masterpiece still
staring at the news.)
Jungkook
He's probably married
A waitress comes over and hands him a paper and pen. His left hand
emerges from its hiding spot to sign the paper for her, and Eunwoo smiles
deviously.
There's no wedding band. So much for that barring me from doing
something foolish. I haven't had a problem denying all temptations for
almost a year, but here I am crumbling for an absolute stranger.
Jungkook
There's no way he's single. He's way too hot, and it's pretty obvious
he's got money,
Eunwoo
There's only one to know for sure.
It's now or never Jkay
I guzzled down one more shot to gather all my courage that seemed to take the confident persona Eunwoo has weaved for me.
First Impressions (3)
Jungkook
(I slowly make my way over to the beautiful stranger, and I strut like a
confident predator. My sexy stalk is in vain though, because he doesn't even
take notice of my approach. I clear my throat awkwardly in a rude attempt
to draw his attention, and his eyes slowly cut to meet mine.
Seriously? He shouldn't be allowed to look this good because now I feel
all the more intimidated. It's as though I'm watching all my confidence run
away while waving a white flag.)
Jungkook
His perfect eyes are smoky blue, almost like the ocean on a cloudy day.
His face is so… wow - perfectly chiseled and strong. His body is so… wow - hard, lean, and fascinatingly postured.
Jungkook
(I am way out of my league here. What the hell was I thinking? Even
with my six inch heels, he is still towering over me. His dark hair is tousled
to perfection, but his snobby gaze offers me little welcome.)
Taehyung
Yes? (impatiently)
Oh no! I forgot my witty line I prepared for my opening.
He shows how unimpressed he is when his condescending stare scolds
my eyes. He turns his body to face mine, and I'm suddenly trembling like an
idiot.
Jungkook
I was wondering if you maybe you wanted to dance?
Jungkook
(I ask like a
bumbling loser.
I was wondering if you maybe you wanted to dance? Really? What the
hell is wrong with me?)
Taehyung
No thanks, sweetie. I'm not interested (Says with a laugh)
Oh my damn. How humiliating.
I quickly turn and take off back to my table. He resumes staring at the
news until a man walks up to him smiling.
Rain
Taehyung. Nice to see you. Are you ready to run over the schematics?
I listen and hear his voice warmly responding to the man. It almost
pisses me off to hear how smooth his tone can be shortly after he just
stabbed me in the eyes with his ice cold stare.
Taehyung
Yes I am, though it's quite the odd scene you've chosen for business
Rain
I like the young air in here. It reminds me how life
isn't always about work. I think a youthful surrounding is good for you,
considering you've forgotten how young you are.
I swear I think that bitch enjoyed watching me get my knees chopped
off.
Jungkook
Yeah. I know. I was kind of there,
Eunwoo sympathetically rests his hand on my shoulder as my humiliation seeped
through every orifice of my body.
Eunwoo
He has to be Asexual
I let a laugh escape, and I see him almost smirk. He couldn't have heard
him though. I have to stop looking at him. It's so hard to do when he's right
there, his ruthlessly sexy body right in my line of view.
Jungkook
Let's go dance. I'll drink on the way down
I pray I drink enough to forgot this ever happened. I'll gladly expel my
memories tonight. No matter how ungraceful or how undignified hugging a
toilet might seem, it'll leave me with more self-respect than his brutal
rejection did.
Eunwoo takes my hand as our group starts descending the intimidating
staircase that feels to be wobbling beneath my inebriated body which is
stilted by the absurd extra inches. My hand grasps firmly to the railing in
order to hold myself steady, given the fact I'm not used to wearing heels.
I'm happy when I feel the level floor beneath me, though it too feels as
though it's moving. As soon as my body starts swaying to the music, I feel
alien hands resting on my hips. I turn to meet a guy who is eye level with
me, and he's smiling with a seductive grin that's not seducing me in the
least.
I pull his hands off of me and dismiss him with a wave of my hand. I
roll my eyes and resume my dance with Eunwoo. He starts laughing against
the deafening music when a new set of hands find their way around my
waist, and I can feel someone's body pressed against mine from behind.
I remove myself from the clutches of the latest wolf and pull Eunwoo with
me.
Eunwoo
See. I told you that guy has to be Asexual. These men can't
stay away from the sexy Jkay.
"You're hot," a drunk guy yells in my ear.
The alcohol on his breath is strong enough to get a sober bystander
drunk. Holy crap.
Eunwoo laughs louder, and then an old, familiar song starts playing. I can
see the excitement budding in his eyes, and I immediately start backing up.
Eunwoo
Please. It's been so long. I need this
Jungkook
No. I'm not doing our eighth grade, made-up dance in a Seoul
club. It was bad back then, and now it would just be pathetic. I can't believe
they're even playing this old song.
Eunwoo
I asked them to. Please dance with me. We're never going to see these
people again
Jungkook
I can barely walk in these. There's no way.
He pulls off his shoes and hands them to Melissa. He motions for me
to do the same, and I follow his lead with my begrudged, defeated motion.
It's his weekend. It's not as though I haven't already suffered through one
humiliation. At least this one will make Eunwoo happy.
He makes a clearing on the dance floor, and we wait for our beat. Our
feet start mimicking the old dance steps we taught ourselves so long ago,
and I laugh with each turn and twist. Everyone is clapping as we chuckle
our way through our silly moves.
When the song ends, we take a bow to the crowd who are drunk enough
to applaud our sad little number. But a big, brawny man stalks toward us
with a very disapproving gaze.
Bouncer
You have to wear shoes. It's dress code
Eunwoo and I both giggle like embarrassed children from our scolding as
we pull our heels back on.
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