[I want your bite
Wanna feel your teeth on my neck
Wanna taste the salt of your sweat
Gonna rock your body all night
It's lust at first sight]

The club was dim at first until the bright purple spots moved from one side of the room to the other, highlighting the smoke that swirled in the air, stemming both from indoor smokers and the smoke machines perched right next to the bar. Jungkook weaved his way through the crowd with one hand slid into his front pocket and his other cradling a drink that sloshed half of its contents out of the cup it was confined in.

His eardrums pounded along to the beat of the music and he could vaguely recognize the Spanish song that would be the reason for his ear's demise. The earplugs he had in didn't stand a chance to the horrible lyrics that were accompanied with a catchy melody. When Jungkook arrived at the bar to fetch yet another drink, since his current one was almost empty – thanks to most of it ending up on the floor – he ordered another, less sticky one.

While the bartender was fixing him his beer, a guy at the counter caught his attention. He was chatting up some lady with a charming smile entertaining his lips while his eyes were a bright blue in the spots of the club. Jungkook figured the boy must have been wearing contacts but he didn't dare stare for too long since the boy was obviously already aware of the new attention that came from the stranger at the bar.

Jungkook accepted his beer and turned his back to the counter so he could examine the room. For once he wasn't in a club for some lame job but he had been dragged by his friend to, quote, "loosen up every once in a while". While Jungkook still hadn't loosened up, his friend Namjoon was surely loosening something as he had disappeared into the bathrooms with another man.

Jungkook grimaced at the mental image that flashed through his head.

Something tapped onto his shoulder and when he looked over, he was surprised to find the guy from before standing right next to him, just a tad shorter than he was. Like before, the boy's eyes were a stark blue and his hair was a dark brown. He wore a tight black shirt that was tucked in even tighter black jeans which ended with dirty converse – courtesy to the club's floor.

"Hello."

Jungkook hadn't expected to talk to anyone tonight. He had thought he would have only needed to listen to Namjoon's adventure of the evening and grunt when he thought the other wanted to hear him talk. Now, there was a boy standing so close his arm was brushing against his own and Jungkook almost took a step back if it wasn't for the boy's eyes burning into his own.

"You're not much of a talker are you?" The boy once again spoke since Jungkook hadn't. He decided to change that.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help but stare."

At that, the boy's lips twitched into a smile – one that could have been mistaken for innocence but Jungkook was trained to look past the façade. He had seen a lot of them, a lot of fake smiles, fake looks, fake promises. This boy knew how to be fake and it immediately elevated Jungkook on his tiptoes, though he couldn't help but be that little bit more interested in the boy because of it.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were flirting with me."

Jungkook outwardly smirked while on the inside he was forming a little plan. He brought his right hand, tattooed and bruised, up to the boy's chin and whispered. "I'm afraid you don't know any better at all sweetheart."

It had all been fun and games for Jungkook, until he eventually ended up at his place, with the boy on his lap, both holding a glass of wine as they chatted about things. Jungkook wasn't sure how they had ended up at his flat. Maybe his pride had been too much and when Taehyung – the boy's name - asked him to take him somewhere – he hadn't thought about giving up the little game he had been playing.

He didn't want to stop flirting, even when it started as a joke, and when he had offered Taehyung a glass of wine purely to avoid the embarrassment of small talk, he had watched the boy casually walk over and sit down in his lap. His cute bum perched comfortably on Jungkook's thighs.

Taehyung watched the dark liquid swirl in the pristine glass and hummed. "I was wondering. What's your body count?"

Jungkook stopped his body from flinching at the question. So he had been right. There had been something suspicious about Taehyung since the beginning. He was way too skilled at being perfect... and fake. But to just ask Jungkook about his body count must also make him have a skilled eye. He had the confidence Jungkook found highly attractive in a person. Jungkook set down his glass.

"I have never met anyone with a body count higher than mine", Jungkook commented, staying vague for the moment in case Taehyung wasn't someone he could remotely trust. Not that Jungkook trusted anyone except his hyungs.

"That's impossible", Taehyung played with the top button of Jungkook's shirt. His finger slid across the shiny button before his other effectively made it pop open. "I admit you're handsome, but to have a higher body count than mine, I'm sure that's a lie."

"And why would I lie?" Jungkook's left hand softly wrapped around the boy's waist. His right hand wandered over to the boy's back, hovering above the boy's bum. "I'm quite skilled." To accentuate his words he grabbed the boy's ass, pressing his fingertips into the texture of his jeans.

"And you think I'm not?" Taehyung playfully scoffed, fingers dancing lower to the second button. "Tell me, has yours reached triple digits yet?"

Jungkook arched an eyebrow and when Taehyung looked up at his face, he could have come by the mere expression on the man's face. Jungkook's face was sculpted and his eyes could have killed and what Taehyung would give to be given Jungkook's full attention. He wasn't sure if he'd ever be able to handle it. Jungkook seemed like a closed-off individual but once you had his heart - he'd never let you go. It interested Taehyung.

"Not yet, you?"

"I'm close."

"To the triple digits?"

"Don't get cocky now", Taehyung smirked.

Jungkook leaned back, spreading out his arms, "How do you usually start? Where do you find your victims?"

"Victims? I wouldn't call them that way. I show them quite a good time before they get added to the count", Taehyun hummed, "I find them in clubs or bars. It's easier to take someone home that way. Drunk people are so willing."

"And how do you take them out?", Jungkook questioned.

"I ask them to step outside."

Jungkook raised an eyebrow again, "And you just do it there?"

"What?" Taehyung almost looked offended by the question, "I'm a gentleman. I bring them to a nearby hotel or to my home – but I don't like the latter one too much. It's too much of a hassle to get them out the next day."

"A hotel? How do you dispose of them then?"

"I don't. I'm the one that leaves in the morning. I sometimes leave a note when it is needed."

This took Jungkook by surprise. A note? Taehyung must have worked with revenge killings a lot. Notes weren't often written when it was for professional kills.

"What about you? How often do you do it?"

Jungkook shrugged and examined one of the two rings that adorned his fingers. One belonged to his dear friend, the other was a sign of trust. "When I get asked. Depends on what price they're offering."

Oh fuck. Taehyung's dick twitched at that. Jungkook offered his body in return for money? He wasn't sure why he found that so hot. Jungkook was a chiseled man, a handsome one as well, and to think people gave him money to spend the night with him – Taehyung almost wanted to shove a dollar bill down his trousers to prove a point.

Taehyung popped another button and at that Jungkook stood up, effectively bringing the boy up with him. "Where are you taking me?" Taehyung asked him, his legs wrapping around the man in an instant. It had been a while since he hadn't been the one on top but for a god-like Jungkook, he'd take it up the ass in a blink of an eye. "Adding me to your body count?"

Jungkook chuckled and he kicked the bedroom door open. "Let's see about that."

Chapter dedicated to your_local_charlatan.
Whose triple digits message led to this story because I got confused.