Let It Go- The Neighbourhood

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There's two parties that Cupid is having.

Day 1 and Day 2.

Friday and Saturday night.

Apparently from RM, Cupid will make his appearance Saturday night. Tonight is more so for his dealers to store in a few bills while exchanging what really matters.

Smart indeed, will have people coming back for more.

Tonight Jungkook and Jimin will navigate the area, making sure to study everything while being in this type of environment with more people.

And they were ready for anything.

Jungkook had a few guns stacked up on him meanwhile Jimin stacks up on a few knives, making sure they're all sharpen up to utter perfection.

His perfect babies, as how he calls it.

"Are you ready?"

Jimin remains with a firm look in his eyes as he stares outside the club, a perked snarl on his lips to the amount of people outside just begging enter the house of sins.

So unfortunate.

And amateurs.

"Let's go play with some love arrows," Jimin beams sarcastically, moving out of the car to get this over with.

The white tux he's wearing alines his body perfectly, going fairly well with his silver hair brushed back and away from his face. His piercings are still intact, of course, yet that still makes him look even more powerful and alluring.

Something only Jimin can pull off.

Jungkook went with a basic black tux, this one being from a much more expensive tailor, hugging his body to snuggle closely all around the right places.

Especially to his small waist, something Jimin has fought to not hold right now.

Without another word, Jungkook and Jimin enter inside after showing their invitations to the bouncer by the entrance, instantly being let in after giving an eye over to their outfits.

Guess playing dress up does get the job done too.

As they walk through the familiar dark hallway, they're blinded by pink and red lights the second they stepped to where all the good stuff is actually happening.

So much pink and red lights actually.

It felt like Valentine's Day just puked all over this place.

And Jimin was having a hard time not cringing in disgust.

"Well you both definitely look eye catching."

Jimin instantly snaps his eyes to look over to the familiar voice of the man, RM, standing beside Jungkook. A delicate smile is on his face, looking over the cast of people over the entire place.

And the grey suit does look so sexy on his body.

"I hope you two both know there's a reason that he sends out two invitations," RM suddenly snickers, forcing Jungkook to furrow his eyebrows to the amusing tone in RM's voice.

A tone Jimin instantly began to feel this nausea because he can already guess what he's about to say.

"Cupid is the name of a love matcher. So only love birds are allowed in here."

Of course that's the case.

And of course RM wouldn't have mentioned this sooner because he knew they would instantly back out of it.

This slithering snake.

The most uncomfortable scowl suddenly stretches Jimin's lips, stepping farther away from Jungkook, "I should kill you for not mentioning this sooner."

RM beams a bright smile and turns around, sending a smile to them, "Dont fuck it up, his men are still here and they're always watching. So don't make it seem to obvious of your little snooping."

Jimin snarls his lips at him, just about ready to risk it all and stab him with his knives, but freezes when a soft hand suddenly interlaces with his, snapping his eyes to Jungkook. The ravenette only stares ahead to the crowd, an unclear glare in his eyes.

"Don't make it too obvious. Just act like my boyfriend and we'll get this over with," Was all he mutters and yanks Jimin closer beside him.

This is ridiculous.

First of all, Jimin hates when his hand is touched because he won't have access to his knives like this, and second acting like someone's puppy love is stupid.

If he's going to pull off a show, it's going to be a fucking good one.

So he lets go of Jungkook's hand and moves his arm around his waist inside, keeping a firm grip on it and yanks him to his side.

"Don't touch my hand again," Jimin growls against his ear, feeling the shivers that ran down Jungkook's spine as he moves them through the crowd of people.

Jungkook didn't say a word.

Through the loud music and strippers dancing on poles, Jimin could see make out the sight of a few drug dealers exchanging their goods with drunken customers, whispering empty promises to their ears of how good they're going to feel.

Jimin knows that game very well and he knows when to and not to fall for it.

"So what are we going to do?" Jimin suddenly asks as they approach the bar to mind as well get a drink for this occasion now that they're here.

Jungkook maintains a cold eye around the sea of people and the tempting dancers on the poles, tugging his bottom lip with his teeth.

"Do you think we would be able to have access to talk to Cupid?"

This nearly made Jimin spit out his alcohol back into the glass, but he coughs a little instead with bewildered eyes to the ravenette.

"Are you dumb? Don't start getting bold now-"

"Perhaps I can be of some assistance."

That was definitely not from RM.

Jimin snaps his eyes from Jungkook to look where a figure emerged from the crowd, to stand right in front of them.

Legs.

That's the only thing Jimin has been able to grasp properly as his eyes skims up the pair of long golden legs.

Soft, shiny, and tempting to be marked.

There's a golden bead type of skirt on the male's hips, leave little to not imagination to reveal the golden thong under it to conceal his...... Very packed cock. Moving up to the slightly toned abdomen and chest, glistening in sweat despite the golden laced robe with the feathery ends by the sleeves.

When Jimin finally reached to his face, he had to practice how to fucking breathe again.

Familiar golden tousled curls, enormous puppy eyes that's coated with exaggerating make up of bronze and gold. Familiar strong structured face with red pursued lips in a smirk.

The only thing not there are the glasses.

What the fuck....

It's the same guy from the other day, that bumped into Jungkook when they left the club.

How.... What?

"Well don't you both look tasty," The man purrs, shamelessly raking down their bodies with eyes glittering under the lights, "Though I didn't presume you guys as the relationship type."

The two were in too much shock to say anything, let alone coax a sentence. Or a word, let alone a sound. They just stared at him.

And stared.

Until it finally sinked in what the fuck is going on.

"Who are you?" Jungkook finally asked, his eyebrows furrowed in that way he does to delicate authority with his jaw clenched.

A sight not many can resist, expect for Jimin who has mastered to throw all that dominance aside to make the ravenette weak for him.

But it's a cute attempt.

The other male only slowly smirks and grabs his glass cup, taking a sip of the bourbon with mischievous eyes.

"The person who can give you access to see Cupid, only is you play nice of course."

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A/N:
Guess that wasn't the last time we got to see this mysterious person after all.

I'm sorry if I haven't updated in so long for this story. I was really stuck on what to write next but now I have a clear idea and I'm update another chapter soon, today actually hahah

Time to see who this person is!!

Let's get it!

I PURPLE YOU!! <33