Drunk - Dazed - ENHYPEN (Literally had this on repeat while writing this chapter)

Hazy.

The world is fuzzy and hazy.

The red lights is becoming a blur, pounding music faint, sweaty bodies moving and shifting everywhere in complete trance to the tremors of the air; breathing fire into everyone's body of complete high of heat.

The group who came in can speak for themselves, maybe when they're not in another world mentally, to how the second they stepped in it was like they were sucked into a hookah pipe.

And every second, without even trying anything, felt like a string of worries faded and this narcotic of intense high fueled their bodies instead.

Even if they didn't want to.

Drinks were given, puffs of smoke were passed, and they are in this mess on the dance floor; jumping, laughing, seeing the world phase out before their eyes to only see colors. They weren't aware of all six pairs of eyes watching them, circulating where they were amongst the crowd.

They were too drowned to notice.

Yet no matter how high they could be, the three who were somehow destined to be rope tied to together not once left each other's side, no matter if their siblings did wander off for more drinks or somewhere to cool off.

Jimin, Jeongguk and Taehyung never left each other's side.

Not like they were sober enough to even notice, they could barely see their own hands. It was perhaps this instinct; they just knew where to be despite being so faded.

This feeling made them happy.

So happy.

They finally felt like they were floating.

At one point just as the music blared in a toxic stretch that felt like some adrenaline high, Jimin began to feel like the world was flowing in slow motion, barely keeping his eyes open as the room slowly started to spin.

Skin soaked in sweat, body moving slow to the music, Jimin felt disconnected to reality; and he still smiled to the sensation, accepting it.

And then he suddenly felt something.

On his chin.

Fingers.

Tender and soft fingers that caressed under is chin and gently guided his face to the side, almost like a feathers touch.

But when Jimin looked to the side, no one was there - only bodies dancing around him.

The wind, maybe that was the air or something.

Blinking feverishly, he shrugs his shoulders to brush off some tension, but suddenly feels that touch again.

On his back, across.

Snapping his head back, once again Jimin didn't see anyone.

He's literally surrounded by people, dancing, probably in the same state he is; how would he not get touched?

Ha, but he's losing his mind for sure as he slowly started to lose control of his body and just continued to dance just as the music explodes louder.

But he wasn't the only one feeling these touches.

Jeongguk was just moving his head side to side to the music with a wide drunken smile before he felt something soft move through his hair from behind, the sensation of fingers grazing his head as they dig through his hair. He grins to the touch, because he fucking loves it when people run their fingers through his hair, but when he turned around the grin drops when he didn't see anyone who looks of suspicion to who did it.

Another touch traced the strap on his shoulder suddenly, sloppily making him snap his head to where he felt it but once again did the touch disappear.

Gone.

Just like that.

Jeongguk chuckles to this little tricks his head is paying, tilting his head back with eyes closed with a stretched smile to how alive he feels.

So fucking alive.

Taehyung soon enough began to feel those similar touches graze the side of his neck, but he shrugged it off thinking it was a fly or someone accidentally touching him.

Then he felt what seemed to be like the back of a hand caress the side of his face delicately.

When he snaps his head to where he felt it, it was gone.

From one moment to the next.

Just like a touch softly grazing the back ear, making it like a soft kitten follow the touch with a smile before it disappeared.

Maybe if they weren't off their shits, they would be a little scared, but they just smiled along with it either way and felt like their bodies were bursting in euphoria . Feeling the ambient, minds distant from the world, they find themselves closer and closer.

Just as the people kept crowding more and bumping into each other, forcing the three closer together than before.

Unable to escape.

There's no way to pin point who was who for Jimin anymore, since his vision was zoning in a blur, but he did see somehow manage to see Jeongguk and Taehyung kiss in front of him. It didn't last long before a pair of lips were on his moments after they pulled away, and he smiled wider before it became giggles with hands clasping the face closer.

But it didn't last long before he felt an odd yank from his shirt, forcing him back and stumbling him to the sudden pull. For a moment he thought he lost his balance, only laughing to his own clumsiness before going back to dancing again with the other two.

Taehyung soon began to feel his body scorch in heat, being so overwhelmed by how hot it is here, unable to handle it before he actually gets a heat stroke; so he moves through the crowd and shoves his way through.

Well he tried, but ended up stumbling more to say with a giggles to his oopsies.

What didn't see in the midst of his mission is the hand that was out stretching to him from behind from an unfamiliar man - who's been watching him all night - but he quickly disappeared by a rough yank back just as Taehyung found his way to the hallway where it lead to the bathrooms.

He didn't go in, he just needed a moment alone to recoil his energy and get his mind out of the clouds.

It was difficult at first, since he found everything pretty funny and he was high as hell, but he slowly eased down with a small giggle here and there just to get it out of his system.

After a few minutes of him laughing to himself, cooling his body away from the heat, he began to feel ready to head back in there.

And just as he raised his head up, his heart kinda skipped to the sudden appearance of someone in front of him leaning against the wooden wall behind him.

Taehyung's lips dried, slowly grasping familiar features of the man despite the mask covering his mouth and lips and the red blazing lights creating colors in the dark room that could be a source of some hallucination.

Yet he whispered, "Minho?"

The man continues to stare at him, wordlessly, before looking around with cautious eyes and lowering his mask, confirming it's actually him when he looks back to him.

"You're so damn stubborn. If you wanted to party so badly, could've went anywhere but here-"

Taehyung wraps his fingers on either side of his neck and smashes their lips together, so hard that Minho is now pinned to the wall with head pressed back by the force.

The world just faded away at that moment, for once Taehyung feeling his heart slowly swell and be fueled away from that void he's been feeling for days.

As he always feels around Minho.

Or maybe he's just too high to tell.

But he did feel Minho press a hand on his shoulder, easing him back gently that left Taehyung to stare at the faint blur of his face with his glittering eyes.

Minho's jaw tenses, "I'm not going to take advantage of you while you're like this Taehyung."

"And if I was sober? Would it have been any different? Would you have stopped me?"

Minho didn't respond to that, only flickers his eyes away from his gaze.

This actually made Taehyung start chuckle once again, this time on his own will.

Why is this so funny?

Huh? He doesn't fucking know but it's so funny!

And he's so tired of finding it funny.

"You know what Minho, fuck you," Taehyung abruptly laughs, eyes sparkling, "I do not feel guilty for doing the shittttt I did. I was scared, for you. Call me a selfish prick for using you, say I betrayed you to make yourself feel better, but at that moment when I decided to agree to Boss, I was only thinking about you. You're not going to make me feel bad for what I had to do for your safety. So fuckkkkkk youuuuuu."

And Taehyung then sends a flying kiss to his direction with his middle fingers up, standing up right while adjusting his shirt and walks back to the blaze of the crowd.

Feeling proud of himself for being a fucking bad bitch.

Meanwhile where he left Jimin and Jeongguk off, Jimin was regaining more touch of his surroundings unlike how he was before. As strange as it is, he felt that by dancing he was growing sober? If that makes any fucking sense. His vision became more cleared, he didn't feel as loopy as he was before and he was regaining recognition to the crowd around him.

Perhaps his body is burning everything quickly? Don't fucking know, he's no doctor, but it's definitely drowning his mood.

Great.

You know what that means? More alcohol.

Ain't no way he's trying to get sober tonight.

He refuses to.

So he shoves his way through people to get to the bar, squeezing through sweaty bodies, nearly tripping his own damn feet while at it, before he finally escapes and manages to get to the bar.

Yet just as he was about to order something, movement from the corner of his eyes captures his attention.

No, not something.

Someone.

This person was stumbling over their feet with someone in their arms, moving to a corner to the far side of the club - away from people - where a black curtain is there to serve as some small wall. But before the person disappeared within the curtains, Jimin couldn't help but recognize that silhouette just for a brief moment.

He doesn't know if it's his mind still playing tricks on him, but the curiosity gnawed all his senses and before he knew it, he slowly follows to where the figures disappeared off to. Moving through the crowd now, with eyes focused on the curtain, Jimin looks around to make sure no one must've noticed this as well before mustering the courage and rounding the corner of the curtain.

He sees that silhouette figure there, dressed in only a black long sleeve and jeans, standing while still holding onto someone in their arms.

But suddenly a muffled choked shrieks the air, followed by a quick move of a slash by the mysteriously familiar person's arm.

And that's when Jimin's body suddenly grew cold when he spots a bloody dagger on the person's grasp, followed by the figure - who the silhouette was holding - dropping to the ground.

It's a man, neck sliced with blood spilling the floor slowly, eyes snapped closed with scarlet red spats of liquid on his face.

Dead... He's dead.

Jimin's breathing suddenly grew uneven, rubbing his eyes to make sure he was not fucking dreaming right now, but when he looks back to the body he realizes this is not a hallucination nor is he dreaming and there's a fucking dead body in front of him right now.

Killed.... This man was just killed.

In front of him.

Oh God.

Lips pursed tightly together with eyes widen in horror, Jimin didn't even realize when the mysterious person turned around to spot him standing there.

And when Jimin slowly fixes his eyes up, his body immediately tenses to the familiar pair of eyes staring right back at him.

Taemin...

Taemin's here..... And he killed someone.

Right in front of Jimin's face.

Strange enough despite being caught, Taemin didn't appear.... Caught off guard or shocked to see him there. His dark eyes are glittering, hand still gripping tight to the dagger with his body pumping with adrenaline from his kill. Maybe that's why he's not filled with so much guilt in his eyes, because this is who he is - a killer.

And he's so addicted to this high he's feeling right now.

Yet no matter how badly Jimin should right now, he didn't move.

He stayed still as Taemin takes slow steps towards him, chipping off bits by bits of Jimin's fear the more he lingered his stare into his eyes. It was like Taemin was sucking in that horror from his body, like how one inhales from a hookah pipe, to not feel that fear anymore. When he was standing in front of him now, Taemin slowly tilts his head to the side in such a ominous manner, raising the dagger close to the side of Jimin's face but not touching his skin.

Only close enough for Jimin to smell the thick blood from metal.

"Are you scared of me now, Gatita?"

Jimin gulps to the question, eyes moving quickly as he studies the man in front of him to make sure he's not imagining the fact that this is Taemin, right in front of him. Brunette hair is brushed back and away from his face by a pony tail to show more of his features despite the black mask, letting a few strands fall forward from the clear struggle he's had all night. He has more piercings on than what Jimin was use to seeing before, even a black hoop one on his eyebrow.

Taemin..... This is Taemin.

Right in front of him.

Taemin.

Slowly Jimin raises his hands from his sides, stuck in a trance, and inches it to his face. His fingers traces to either ear and carefully slides the laces off, removing the mask from his face.

No matter how badly Jimin tried seeing him as a monster, he couldn't the more he stares at him.

He just couldn't.

Maybe he still sees him as than who squeals when he did tender touches on his skin or smiles to literally anything that came out of Jimin's mouth.

Even though right now he's not smiling.

"No," He breathes, "I'm not scared of you."

Taemin tilts his head slowly up right, his gaze growing more and more fierce to Jimin's careful stare , unable to help himself from suddenly dropping the dagger from his fingers and grabs Jimin's face, crashing their lips together.

Just as the music exploded with the beat drop.

Jimin suddenly felt that high again. No alcohol or pen was needed, just kissing him back was enough to make him feel like he was in the fucking clouds. Everything felt like how it did, that feeling he kept pushing to the back of his heart to force him not to feel.

Now he embraces it.

Every single last layer.

His back was abruptly shackled to the wall after he was pulled further to the darkness behind the curtains. Hands trails his hips with lips finding his neck and biting hard on his skin in hunger to his familiar taste of his skin. Jimin was smiling in the midst of breaking out a moan, yanking the back of Taemin's hair to tilt his head back and smash their lips together once again.

He was going to enjoy this, every last fucking moment, because he knows once it's over they'll act like it never happened.

This is their only chance, their only excuse to push their pride and pain aside.

Jimin was so fueled with heat that it fucking drove him mad, especially when Taemin pressed his thigh right between his legs so hard that he fucking mewled with head pressing back to the wall.

"I can't get over you," Taemin growls against his ear, "Mine, just fucking mine. I'm so fucking obsessed with you."

Shit, what happened to sweet Taemin?

Not like Jimin is complaining, but seems like Taemin has had enough of the little baby attitude since Jimin has been acting like a brat.

Yeah, a brat. Sounds about right.

Jimin hums to the shiver running down his spine, pressing his lips against his once again, "Bend me over and prove it."

And that's exactly what happened, surprisingly.

Jimin was flipped over, chest pressed against the wall with fingers gliding to his pants, dragging it down. A rip of his fishnets caresses his ears along with something else that he couldn't tell what the fuck that was, and before he knew it, he felt the thick pressure from behind being pushed inside him. A shuttered whine forces out of him, slowly replaced by a moan and then a painful yelp to the pleasure he felt with the burn.

One of Taemin's hands holds his hips while the other is over Jimin's hand against the wall, interlacing them together as he kept going, breaking a sighing with this desperate groan to how much pleasure he's feeling right now to how tight Jimin is.

And when Jimin suddenly arched his back a little more, that was it for both of them.

So much built up anger, frustration, guilt, tension being released along with this moment, right now. They didn't care how badly this was going to effect them in the morning, or how this is not exactly a good method to coping with their current situation, but they didn't care.

They wanted this.

Just as badly as they wanted to hate each other.

But if only they were a little more aware of the time and place where this is happening. If only they cared a little more to who may see, then perhaps the pair of eyes that caught them wouldn't have been a future problem.

It wasn't in Yeosang's twin intentions to walk in on something like this, but he did see Jimin disappear off here and time passed with him not coming out, so obviously he got a little cautious by the sketchy area if something happened to him.

Oh but the sight that he came to caught him a little off guard.

But then it made sense.

Guess he found the one who took Taemin's virginity.

And it seems like it's someone much closer than he expected.

A small scoff perks his lips to himself, shaking his head as he turns around and walks away. Poor brother of his, so innocent sometimes. If he knew about this, most likely his heart would not only be broken in two, but in thousands.

The two have talked about pretty Taemin when they were alone once Taemin left a little after Minki arrived to see his brother at the park, and Yeosang was exploding in this squeals about how he got him ice cream, his favorite one, and now his sweater smells like him - typical beginner phase of a crush.

And that same little crush is going to be his one down fall, with his little best friend too.

Ugh, how unfortunate.

Yet that's not a story Minki will tell, after all, it's not his business.

But he will make sure his brother doesn't end up in the line of shot by finding out this way like how he did.

So Minki goes around to finally find his twin, making sure to keep him distracted.

While this all occurred, Jeongguk was left alone on the dance floor surrounded by only strangers. He didn't care though, or was conscious to notice - he was having a fun time letting lose and being fueled by the energy of this place that he felt effortless.

Happy, and that's a little rare coming from him.

But maybe he wasn't as alone as he expected.

All it took was for him to do one spin and coming back around to see suddenly a figure, standing in front of him; Black hoodie, mask, staring right back at him.

Oh shit.

And Jeongguk immediately stopped moving, not sure if he's somehow imagining the fact that this person seems so familiar, or it actually is someone he knew.

The closer he looked, the more he rubbed his eyes, and when he looks again the person is suddenly to his face. Mask down, eyes twinkling, Jeongguk suddenly let's out the breath he was holding in out.

Woosung?

He's actually here?

"You're not hallucinating," He suddenly spoke, hands suddenly moving to Jeongguk's waist, "And this harness needs to be a little more tighter."

Jeongguk gulps thickly, feeling Woosung's breath caress his neck as he leans more to him, "You're not safe here, feel this?" And Jeongguk suddenly felt something sliding to his back pocket, "Use this if you feel like someone's going to attack you, got it?"

And Woosung didn't wait for him to respond because he moves his arms off him and turns around, but Jeongguk grabs his sleeve and yanks him back.

Clasping their lips together.

It was briefly, only enough to ice the edge off, and that it did. Woosung seemed to have relaxed and that's when Jeongguk pulled away, staring into his eyes.

"Stay safe, I mean it."

The words made Woosung smile a little, glancing from Jeongguk's lips and back to his eyes, "Since when do I play it safe?" He purrs, a gentle lip bite tugging by his teeth, "Have fun, pretty Bambi."

The crowd suddenly roars to the change of music, more people jumping and dancing that Jeongguk was suddenly losing sight of Woosung and his grip faded. When the Jeongguk pushes through the people to get to him again, Woosung was already gone.

Leaving Jeongguk a little dazed to what just happened, standing there to recoil what just happened, but then he slowly reaches to his back pocket and takes out what Woosung left for him.

Pulling out a pocket knife - or better yet, a Swiss Army knife.

Electric purple, dark and shiny under the red beaming lights.

A knife?

Why a knife....

Jeongguk furrows his eyebrows, slowly reconnecting his hazy mind with the situation he's actually dealing with right now before looking around.

Taehyung and Jimin.

Where are they?

Now with this new sudden worry entering his body, Jeongguk shoves his way through the crowd more eagerly with wide eyes peering over every person around him. No familiar faces catch his attention, only making him feel like he's in some type of house of mirrors with no way out.

But he did, after being more determined and forcing himself awake with this new fear entering his body.

When he managed to escape the toxic pile, he suddenly collided to someone that same second.

For fuck sak-

"You need to be careful where you're going bun."

Jeongguk snaps his head up upon hearing those words, staring directly to a smirking Taehyung back at him. The man seemed to be in the clouds right now, but at least Jeongguk found him. That's all that matters.

He grabs him by the shirt, "Jimin," He hisses, "Where's Jimin?"

Taehyung looked a little lost but then rubs his hair with a shrug, "Thought I left him with you?"

Jeongguk's face falls, looking back to the crowd in desperation. He could spot his siblings quickly, but no Jimin anywhere.

Jimin has not been by his side for a while, like a long while.

Shit.

"Bun, everything okay-"

Jeongguk only takes his hand and drags him along side the crowd, eyes searching through every person he could see in hopes he could see the familiar male with orange streaks.

Ten minutes probably passed and Taehyung even started to get worried and had to slap himself a bit and drink water to pull himself together, meanwhile Jeongguk was growing hysterical and the whole dark music around him isn't helping the slightest.

Yet as though a miracle happened, becauseJimin suddenly stumbles through a pair of black curtains just as they were near a bar. He's wobbling in his steps, body shaking to the point he couldn't fucking stand properly but he kept moving.

Taehyung was the first to reach him, catching him before he fell to the ground.

He's still shaking.

"Jimin," Jeongguk immediately squeaks the second he got to his side, "Are you oka-"

And Jimin suddenly drops his head back, blaring an abrupt loud laugh. He's laughing so loud that despite the music, the two could still hear it loud and clear.

It wasn't that though that made the two grow a little unease despite the sudden reaction.

It was when Jimin snaps his gaze to them and there's these black tears stains gliding down his cheeks from the heavy dark make up. Even his black lip stick is smudged, talking all around his lips messily.

And he suddenly gasps when he sees Taehyung, clasping his hands to his cheek, "There you are! I was looking everywhere for you - okay no I wasn't, but I'm glad to see you alive-"

"Jimin," Taehyung mumbles, grabbing his chin to focus on him and searches his eyes, "What happened? Did you take something?"

Suddenly Jimin giggles again, slapping his hands away, "I took something alright. A big massive dick," And he hiccups, swooning, "And then he told me that this didn't change anything. That hurt my feelings and I cried like a little bitch and got high with a dead body- Oh wait no, someone handled it-"

"Jimin focus!" Jeongguk this time says, making him sloppily look at him, "Who was with you?"

For a second Jimin seemed confused by the question but then his eyes glittered, teary almost instantly as though he's recalling the memory, yet he still smiles, "Taemin.... H-He was right there a-and," He pauses, just as a tear glided down his cheek, "He left..... Me... A-Again."

Uh oh.

Before another word was able to escape his lips, his eyes suddenly rolled back clasped shut and he passed out in Taehyung's arms. Thankfully Taehyung was already prepared for that, so he just carried Jimin bridal style and looks at Jeongguk with a worried stare.

"We should go. I don't like the idea of being in the same building with the three heirs breathing down our necks."

Jeongguk only nods without argument and texted in the Group chat with the siblings that they're leaving, much preferably all of them in a group.

Those who responded agreed and so the three waited outside for them, and far away from that shallow air that barely allowed them to breathe. No one is outside, thankfully, all too busy inside the club, so it was definitely easier to breathe the soft night.

The twins made it out first, Yeosang a drunk mess in his brother's arms saying some stupid shit about ice cream. Meanwhile Lalisa, Valencia and Gikwang made it out seconds later, not too much in bad shape but still not police passable.

The second Gikwang saw his brother in Taehyung's arms though, he didn't spare a second to rush to his side with eyes widen in shock, "The fuck happened?"

We would like to know that too.

Taehyung frowns and keeps a tight grip to his body, protectively, "Got too high and-"

"Hello? Aren't you enjoying the party?"

Everyone's head suddenly snaps to the new voice that chimed in, eyes falling to a man standing there with a clean cut suit and a cunning smile to the group

His whole essence was slightly odd, perhaps even intimidating. It was such a powerful force that made Jeongguk stand in front of Valencia and Lalisa with a heavy stare.

Taehyung's inner little Karma from the streets sparked up, appearing calm with his chin up, "We were but had to leave. Party was nice though."

The man grins broadly, glancing at the entrance of the location with a heavy sigh, "I assumed it was, I constructed this place well."

Oh so he's the owner?

Well..... Not something they were expecting from the owner. He looks fairly young, maybe late twenties, hair brushed back with this sharp look in his gaze that would fool anyone in a warm honey stare.

Has the same vibe as Boss, but much more.... Threatening, if that's even possible.

"That's nice," Lalisa chirps, keeping a cautious stare around them, "Well, we should probably go."

The man fixes his gaze back to them, a frown now on his handsome features, "So soon? The party is just becoming so good-"

"Listen man we have to go-"

Gikwang places a hand on Taehyung's shoulder, silencing him. Taehyung gives him a look but immediately felt like scrunching away to the hard stare he's giving to the man, before he steps forward towards him but keeping a good distance back.

"You guys go, I'll have a chat with the guy," He says casually, "That is.... If it's talking you are looking for."

The air is growing tense now and no doubt the three body guards probably looking at them now are sweating bullets to the scene, unsure whether to shoot or wait. The thought of leaving him here sounded ridiculous, even if it is a safer option because who knows what could happen, and it seemed like everyone agreed since they didn't move.

They're not going to leave Jimin's fucking brother behind.

The owners chuckles to his boldness and steps forward, "Spokesperson of the group I presume?"

"You could say that," And he suddenly whispered something that no one heard from the group.

Only the owner.

It was a quick and hush growl, something that was hard to grasp if not paid with close enough attention.

And that must've stuck something.

The man's eyes widen, looking at all of them briefly before glancing down to Gikwang to pause right on his forearm.

Taehyung tried to crane his head to see what he was looking at, but the owner suddenly looks back up and smiles forcefully, "On second thoughts, I have a party to manage. I hope to see everyone here soon enough. Enjoy your night and get home safely," And he smiles at everyone with a respectful bow before looking back to him and then walking to the entrance of his club.

That's it?

Just like that?

Nothing else?

Everyone stayed silent, trying to grasp what just happened, but Gikwang only turns around with a scowl, "Move it, before more assholes test my temper tonight."

And he takes Jimin from Taehyung's arms and walks away, giving him a steady stare before walking down the empty streets, making everyone subtly glance at each other but slowly follow after him.

With Minki slowly smirking from behind.

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A/N:

Pretty intensive chapter.

It was definitely.... A lot.

Guess Jimin's brother is a little suspicious hm

Next day about to be intense-ish.

I PURPLE YOU! <333