Jungkook POV

I was more than just speechless when she walked out, she really is drop dead fucking gorgeous. "You want me to ride a motorbike, with this on?" She asked, raising her eyebrows in disbelief.

"Sorry sexy, we're already late, we can't be stuck in traffic."

I replied, she took a deep breath and gave up, agreeing to ride it. I handed her a gun.

"This is ONLY for emergency, if I have everything under control, you will not shoot. Understand?" I asked sternly.

"And where do you want me to hide it? Up my ass?" She spoke sarcastically, pointing down at her attire. "That'd be really uncomfortable, imagine you're in the middle of a fight and you need to reach up your ass to get the gun," I said jokingly before getting an idea.

"Lift your dress a bit."

"Excuse me?"

Instead of waiting for her, I moved up her dress a little myself. I took off my tie and wrapped it around her thigh, my cold fingers brushed past her warm skin, making her breath hitch, goosebumps raising. "Don't let me get you all hot and bothered love," I smiled to myself, looking up to get a glance of her slightly flushed face.

"And that's how you hide a gun while wearing a dress," I finished, letting her dress drop to cover it. She got on the bike, "drive calmly, I don't wanna have to hug you up and shit." She said, looking out into the distance. I got on and started the engine, she had pinched the edges of my leather jacket.

I smirked and purposely drove faster, making her be left with no choice but to hug me tightly.

"We're here, you can let go... if you want," I winked at her as she quickly removed her hands and got off. We walked towards the hall as I grabbed her hand.

"We're undercover, as a couple," I reminded her, she nodded and continued to walk in, head high as she oozed with confidence. I had almost forgotten she was a con artist who was an expert in this. You know, acting like someone she isn't.

We showed our invitation as the doors were opened. We walked in to see no one pay attention to us, just like I had expected. While Byeol was walking towards a table for us to sit at, a girl approached me.

"Hey, haven't seen you before," she flirtatiously spoke. I took a step back since she was closer than she needed to be.

"Am I making my oppa uncomfortable?"

"Don't know about your oppa here but my eyes are stinging and extremely uncomfortable watching this cheap melodrama," I heard a voice speak behind her, of course it was Byeol.

"What is it to you?" The girl spoke with attitude, already on the bad side of a very short tempered Byeol.

"He's my boyfriend," Byeol snapped back at her, the girl laughed.

"So you're trying to say, this man right here would date... that?" She looked Byeol up and down.

"That? I'm a that now? Am I really so perfect you can't even refer to me as a human? I take it as a compliment, you're too sweet." Byeol scrunched her nose, smiling to cover up the killer thoughts she was having.

A waiter walked past, I grabbed a drink to enjoy the drama better.

"Prove it."

Byeol choked on her own spit. "You want ME to prove that I'm dating MY boyfriend?" She uttered in disbelief.

"Do you realise how stupid you sound right now?" She spoke again, an idea crossed my mind as l mischievously smiled, stepping forward beside Byeol.

"C'mon babe, a little kiss would be enough to prove our relationship. Right?" I looked down at her, she tried to talk to me with her eyes but I completely ignored her.

"I do NOT need to kiss you to prove I'm-"

I grabbed her face, cutting her words off by placing a sweet kiss on her lips.

From the corner of my eyes I saw the girl stomp off angrily but I didn't pull away, and to my surprise. She didn't push me away either. After about 2 seconds she seemed like she came back to her senses, punching my chest. I laughed, wiping her lipstick off of my lips.

"You taste just like cherries," I chuckled, her face was flushed pink.

We finally sat down as she crossed her arms, turning her back to me.

"Why are you behaving like such a child? You're acting like this was your first kiss- no way, did I just take your first kiss?" I asked, bursting out into laughter. She quickly turned around to face me.

"Says who? I've kissed someone before!" She shouted in her defence. "Is it now, what was his name?" I teased, not believing her in the slightest. She thought for a while, trying to conjure a lie. "Fine fine fucking fine. You took my first kiss, do you want a trophy now?" She huffed.

"I'm not like those girls who kiss new lips everyday, I'm not like you who has a different girl in bed every night," she lectured.

"Wait wait wait, what the fuck, I'm still a virgin," I spoke in disbelief of this brave assumption, this time she laughed.

"Oh please, I'm not buying that," she said, getting up.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"Toilet, why? You wanna come?" She joked, I nodded with a straight face, standing up. She pushed me down on the chair, saying she was going to be back soon.

Byeol POV

I walked towards the toilets with my heart still beating crazy fast, flashbacks of him kissing me returned as a memory, replaying in my head repeatedly. On the way back I had to cross the kitchen, I stealthily grabbed some of the knives and slid them into the same place Jungkook had placed my gun.

I headed back to our table, only to see him flirting with a new girl. I put on a fake smile before sitting opposite the love birds on the circle table.

He informed me beforehand that we wouldn't be doing anything until the whole ceremony was over, the after party was where the whole mission was going to come into play. So I just sat there watching the two flirt in complete boredom.

"Is this seat taken?" I heard a deep voice speak beside me. I looked up to see a fucking sexy- a man. I shook my head calmly as he pulled out the chair next to me.

"I'm Jinyoung, and you are...?"

He asked, I looked towards Jungkook and he shook his head.

"I'm... Yoona. Nice to meet you," I lied. We continued to talk normally, he was a pretty nice guy, at least now I didn't feel like a third wheel. Of course Mr Jeon fucking Jungkook, can't stand to see me in peace.

"Oh Soyeon-ah, you've got something on your cheek." I heard him say to the girl, he grabbed her face and made sure to pull her so close that they would only have a 2cm gap between their faces.

"I-is it g-gone yet," she stuttered, blushing so hard a tomato would be jealous. My hands scrunched up into fists as I took a deep breath, if it wasn't for this stupid drug I wouldn't have given a flying fuck about him and his love life.

"Yoona? You seem a little stressed, do you want some alcohol to loosen up?" Jinyoung asked, opening a bottle of wine, Jungkook chuckled at his actions.

"Jinyoung-ah, don't you know that our Yoona here doesn't drink alcohol-"

I chugged down the whole bottle, letting some of it drip down my neck while both Jinyoung and Jungkook watched in awe.

"Who said I don't drink alcohol?" I said, already feeling like this was a bad idea.

"Shit," I muttered, already feeling tipsy.

"What's your name?" Jinyoung asked me again in a low voice, everything looked so, weird, and his vibe had completely changed.

"Byeol..." I whispered, releasing a hiccup before covering my mouth realising what I had said. "That's what I thought," he smirked, standing up, pulling me close to him.

"Don't move peaches," he whispered in my ear, holding a knife to my back, warning me not to make a sound, I looked towards Jungkook who was confused at his actions, I had uttered my real name so quietly he hadn't even heard me.

"You are the cause of my... Euphoria."

His knife stung my back to make me shut up but I still prayed Jungkook had understood me. I could feel blood dripping down my dress. We were soon out of sight, in a weird room I didn't even know they would have at a wedding venue.

"Miss Kim Byeol, our famous con artist, I knew I recognised you, you've killed way too many of my men for me to just let you go." He said, grabbing my face harshly. I took deep breaths, realising he knew about my low tolerance for alcohol, and that's what he took advantage of.

"Crazy bitch, you know he's gonna kill you," I laughed, pushing his hand off of my face, now fully drunk.

"Aw, is your superhero going to come save you?" He mocked. I reached for the knife I had hidden earlier while everything was still blurry. I pulled it out and swung for him, he grabbed the knife, cutting his hand open.

"Wrong move peaches." I heard him say, he punched me in the face before stabbing me in the stomach. I groaned in pain, covering the area with my hands to prevent blood loss.

"Your superhero is no where to be seen," he snickered seeing me fall onto my knees, he bent down to my level as I smirked through the intense pain.

"Turn around, peaches."