"Jin slow down," Jungkook instructed, already walking towards the hallway to go grab his coat.

Namjoon trailed behind Jungkook and Taehyung peeked out of his bedroom to see what all the fuss was about.

"How did he just leave? Why did he show up?" Jungkook asked as his mind started racing at the speed of sound, beginning to feel just as panicked as Jin was acting.

"I... I had a mental breakdown," Jin whispered into the phone, his voice quivering as he confessed to Jungkook.

"I couldn't handle it anymore Jungkook... all of a sudden it was just way too much and I outed it on Jimin like a fucking idiot..."

"Don't say that Jin, stop. You are one of the most amazing people I know, you slipped up it's okay," Jungkook said, shaking his head at Jin's negatieve thoughts.

"I can't fucking slip up with my brother Jungkook! He fled from me and now he's out there somewhere and he could be... Jungkook, you have to find him. Please, I don't think I can get through to him right now. Not when I'm the reason he ran off."

Jungkook was already thowing on his coat.

"Jungkook what's going on?" Namjoon asked, frowning at the way Jungkook had paled to white almost completely.

"Minnie ran away," he said, his throat going dry with worry.

Jin wouldn't freak out like this for no reason. Jungkook would be lying if he said he wasn't afraid.

"Jin where could he have gone?"

"He- he used to have a job at this nightclub but it's a horrible place," Jin explained, his breathing slowly becoming more stable. "I came by once and it's filled with the most vile kinds of people. I forbade Minnie to keep working there... but it's the only place I think he could be..."

Jungkook pursed his lips, trying extremely hard to stop his mind from imagening the worst of possibilities.

"Tell me the name," he said determinedly, his hand already on the doorknob to leave.

"Kook? Where are you going?" Taehyung asked after joining Namjoon in the hallway.

"I'm gonna get Minnie," Jungkook said, looking scared, but absolutely headstrong when he stared at the door.

Taehyung and Namjoon only needed to share a single glance before both men grabbed their coats from the coathangers as well.

"Where is he?" Namjoon asked, tucking himself into his jacket with a serious look on his face.

Jungkook stared at his friends, rattled completely speechless as he weakly held his phone against his ear.

"You guys..." he whispered, fluttering his eyes when he felt tears well up behind them.

"No, no, no, we don't have time for you to cry Kook," Taehyung interrupted quickly. "Let's go get your man," he said, hurriedly pushing Jungkook towards the door after he too put on his coat.

"Jin?" Jungkook called, entering the dark night and the howling wind as he left the appartement.

"We're gonna bring Minnie home."

~~~

The adress Jin had given Jungkook lead the three men to a weakly lit alleyway behind some tall buildings in the shadows of the city.

The footsteps of the men echoed through the narrow alleyway and their feet slopped onto lonely puddles of rainfall as they wordlessly walked towards the club.

Jungkook shrunk into his coat and dove his hands deeper into his pockets the closer they came.

Their creepy surroundings and the cold weather truly didn't offer much comfort during his distress.

What the fuck was he walking into? Was this really a good idea? What if he would only make everything worse by showing up? What if Jimin wanted nothing to do with him anymore? How could he get Minnie back home? He wasn't strong enough for this. He wasn't strong like Jin...

Jungkook abruptly stopped walking, halting his footsteps as his mind paralyzed him completely.

"Kook?"

Taehyung and Namjoon simultaniously turned to their friend with suprised faces that quickly changed into sympathetic ones.

"I don't know if I can do this..." Jungkook whispered, his voice on the verge of breaking. "I- I'm so fucking scared... I don't think I'll be able to handle it if he turns me away..."

Jungkook stared at the ground and watched a teardrop fall from his face and into a rainpuddle.

The water rippled as the droplet touched it's surface and blended into the liquid like it had never been seperate from it in the first place.

Namjoon placed a supportive hand on Jungkook's shoulder. "Well then don't let him turn you away," he said as if it were the simplest thing in the world, giving the young man a warm smile with fondness.

"Kook," Taehyung said, cocking his head sideways at his bestfriend and roommate.

"I know me and Namjoon haven't been the most supportive of your relationship... and we are truly sorry about that. But this month has shown us that Jimin makes you happier than anything or anyone else has ever done. So please... don't let him go without a fight."

Jungkook looked up to meet the eyes of his two bestfriends and smiled.

"You guys are so fucking annoying sometimes," he chuckled, wiping his nose before taking a deep breath.

"But I love you..." he admitted, allowing a wholesome silence to follow before the student suddenly perked up.

Jungkook's eyes grew wide as the most mindblowing thought he'd ever had dawned upon him.

"Love," he whispered, walking past his friends towards the entrance of the club as if all of his worries had melted like snow and there was only one thing he could focus on.

Namjoon and Taehyung frowned at each other for a moment but didn't waste much time lingering, following after their friend with the trust that the student knew what he was doing.

"Name and age?" A tall, broadshouldered man asked Jungkook the moment the student reached the entrance of the club.

The man stood before the closed door wearing a cheap suit and an in-ear piece, his hands crossed over each other as he held a stern look.

"Min Yoongi," Jungkook answered without hesitation, looking the intimedating bouncer straight in the eyes. "I'm twenty one."

Jungkook prayed to god that the bouncer wouldn't ask for his ID. He should've worn a suit or something, right now he looked like a highschool student fresh out of puberty.

Thankfully the bouncer nodded after seeing Namjoon and Taehyund standing behind Jungkook and wrote his name on what seemed to be a guest list.

The man asked Namjoon and Taehyung for their names as well, and Namjoon answered with 'Kim Jun' and Taehyung with 'Kim Renoir' which caused Jungkook to glare at his friend with a look that could kill.

But as if some holy spirit stood by Jungkook's side, the bouncer only pulled a sceptical face before writing the names down.

"My mother is french," Taehyung said with a smile, as if that could possibly make anything better.

The bouncer cleared his throat and gave all three of the men a look.

"Tonight is a special night that highlights different kinds of dynamics such as roleplay, BDSM and DDLB, but I'm sure you men knew that already..."

"DBSDLwhat?" Taehyung asked with a frown, looking at the bouncer as if the man was speaking gibberish. "Jungk- I mean... Yoongi... is that a gay thing?"

The bouncer didn't allow Jungkook to answer before speaking on. "Participation is not mandatory but this club is about inclusivity. If you step out of line you shall be removed from the premises."

The tall man gently knocked on the door three times before it opened, and loud party music immediatly errupted from inside of the club.

"Ju- Yoongi what is this guy talking about?" Taehyung asked, tugging at his friend's sleeve to get his attention. "Are we gonna be drugged and robbed of our kidneys?" He asked seeming genuinly worried.

The young student next to Taeyung was absolutely seething, taking shuddering breaths as he stared at the entrance.

"It's about dynamics in sexual acts I believe," Namjoon whispered to Taehyung, even though Jungkook was perfectly able to hear him.

"Oh..." Taehyung said, stealing a glance at Jungkook as he now understood the man's behaviour.

"Jungkook," Namjoon whispered, seeing Jungkook prepare to storm into the club like a raging bull prepared to tear everything down as he made his way.

"I'm gonna need you to fill up your lungs a few times and think clearly about what it is exactly that you're gonna do in there-"

"If I see one... just one guy lay a finger on him, I need you to make sure I don't kill him Namjoon," Jungkook said as his voice trembled with a sizzeling rage, balding his fists as he entered a hawk-like focus. "But don't hold me back until his life is hanging by a thread..."

And with those spinechilling words, Jungkook paced inside the club, aiming for his one and only purpose.

Finding Minnie.

~~~

Neon lights gave off just enough light to see where you were going and the faces of people close to you. But Jungkook didn't have to see much to understand this place was like a sneek peak into hell.

People grinded against each other and drank liquids that seemed stronger than just alchohol.

Fancy lazers occasionally blinded Jungkook's eyes and smoke that came from the dancefloor made him cough.

The three men stayed close beside one another, and they didn't have to speak to let each other know they had to stay that way.

Jungkook's only goal was to find Jimin and get the hell out of this freak house. He scanned the place and darted his eyes from one face to the next.

A guy that looked in his mid forties randomly came up behind Taehyung and groped the student's ass, giving him a wink and a smug smile when Taehyung snapped his head towards him.

"You touch me again I'll cut your dick off you sick fuck!" Taehyung yelled at the pervy man with fire in his eyes.

Namjoon nudged Taehyung's side. "Hey remember what that guy said. If he thinks you're being a buzzkill he's gonna throw you out."

Taehyung's eyes indignantly widened at Namjoon. "He assaulted me! What was I supposed to do? Smile and wave?"

Taehyung and Namjoon bumped into Jungkook at the exact same time when the young student halted completely of the blue.

"Jungkook?" Namjoon called, looking over his friend's shoulder in confusion, wondering why he had suddenly stopped.

"Shit," Namjoon whispered sharply, the sight he witnessed making him cover his mouth in shock as his heart stopped.

"Jungkook..." Taehyung said softly, the sympathy in his words getting drowned out by the loud bass in the background.

There Minnie was. There he stood. The leather jacket with the angel wings. The only piece of clothing people weren't despretely trying to get rid of yet.

Surrounded by a crowd of lustful men who horded around him like ants on a piece of desert. Their hands, they traveled everywhere. Underneath his loose shirt, from his stomache to his chest, until someone finally pulled it up to expose even his puckered nipples. The filthy large hands dived into his tight leather jeans to feel around and steal a touch. They grabbed his ass to pinch it lightly, and cupped and felt up the bulge in his jeans just because they could. They unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper, they grinded against him with drooling mouths and predatory gazes. They treated the man like an object that was all theirs to use and taint and play with. They used him like a toy, pressing their hard erections on his body as they pretended to dance to the music.

The words leaving their lips and the things they shouted made Jungkook's ears bleed even through the defeaning sounds of the crowd.

"What a slutty boy."

"Love seeing them so horny like that."

"Come here and take care of this cock."

Slut, bitch, whore, fag, each word sliced into Jungkook like stabs from a shard of broken glass.

It wasn't right. It wasn't fair. It was cruel, it was unjust.

But Minnie? Oh Minnie. Minnie was drowning.

He was lying still in a puddle like a lonely teardrop and couldn't even come close to reaching the surface. But no one in the club cared. No one in the club even wanted to care. Because the man looked like he wanted nothing other than to fit in to the crowd, and be exactly what everyone around him wanted him to be.

Just a simple desire.