This one's not an x reader.
Basically a crack fix
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Yoongi was beat, and after an entire day of working on a drug smuggling case, by a guy named Enzo Hall, all he wanted to do was go home. However, there were still files to file and then he could knock off and get to the club.

He quickly filed his work, sorting it and finishing some of it before putting it in the filing cabinet.

Then he grabbed his duffle bag and walked out of his little office. After a thought, he walked back into his office, almost forgetting his gun. Then he walked out to his car, telling his buddies to stay safe and rejecting their offer at going to the bar tonight.

It was raining when he reached his sleek black car. The streetlights reflecting off the hard, wet cement. He could hear his co-workers cars being pelted with the ongoing sheet off cold rain.

He quickly took his duffle, covered his head and ran to the car, unlocking it along his run. Before throwing the bag in the back and jumping in the front. He sighed then put the keys in the ignition and started the car.
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When he pulled into the drag club's parking lot the rain had subsided, leaving only wet walkways and dripping roofs.

He grabbed his other duffle bag from the back seat and pulled it onto his lap, unzipping the side pocket to make sure his wig was in there.

Then he opened up the door and got out, locking it as he strolled up to the front doors armed with security guards.

"Hey Suga, good luck tonight." One said from his post next to the door.

"Thanks boys." Yoongi answered, as he walked into the doors of the club.

Inside the club was already alive even though open drag hours had only just started.

In the dim light of the club dragged up waitresses carried trays and took orders in their stilettos. People sat at the bar next to the runway stage ordering drinks. Background music played from the hidden speakers as people waited for the actual show to begin.

Yoongi weaved around people, some occasionally stoping to wish him luck, which he thanked them for, before he made his way backstage.

"Hey Suga," the backstage entrance guard, Hoseok, said.

"Hey Hoseok, so...you gonna perform tonight? You know we've been waiting for you to come and join us." Yoongi said, laughing, before slinging his duffle over his shoulder.

Hoseok laughed, "No, not tonight. Besides I'm working, maybe next Saturday."

"Maybe I'll have to sweet talk Jin into giving you next Saturday night off." Yoongi tried mocking seriousness, but ended up laughing.

"Yeah, good luck with that." Hoseok laughed good naturedly.

"Alright, it was fun talking but I have to go get ready, bye Hoseok." He smiled, before walking past him into the stairway that let up.

"Yeah, hey have fun tonight." Hoseok called from over his shoulder.

He quickly walked into his dressing room, saying good luck and patting other drag queens backs as he went.

He set out all of his supplies, his foundation, eyeshadow, lipsticks and liners, plus much more. Then he went to work, blending, powdering and applying makeup products before he settled on a final look for his police drag getup tonight.

Oh damn. He quickly put on all of his padding and pulled the stockings over top before carefully getting dressed. He had to buckle up the excessive belts and chains that went along with the outfit before he put the wig cap on and then the blonde wig after.

He stepped into his stilettos, took one last look into the mirror, fluffed up his blonde wig then walked out into the hall outside of the dressing rooms.

He could hear claps and cheers as another drag queen, Ginny, danced around the stage, lipsyncing to "Toxic" by Brittany Spears.

Yoongi was up next, he could hear Ginny getting the crowd riled up, people screamed In laughter as Ginny walked down the stage steps and sat himself down on the lap of an older man.

After teasing the man, Ginny stood up and made his way to center stage, as the last notes of the song played he go into her ending pose and the lights when out.

Ginny walked off the stage as the crowd cheered and screamed.

"Nice job," Yoongi said as Ginny passed him.

"Thanks Suga. Break a leg." Ginny replied back, flapping her super long lashes.

Yoongi got in a ready position, rolled his shoulders back and stood up strait.

The song started, the lights came up and started pulsing as he sashayed out onto the middle of the stage.

Yoongi lipsynced his heart out, Lady Gaga blasting through the speakers.

He shimmed and shook his stuff. He was very extra with his movements.

He kept his eyes on the crowd, looking at people's reactions as he sang and danced.

People's laughed and sang along with him. A girl in a group of four 20 something girls, wasted girls, shouted, "Yes Queen! You're serving!" Very loud before busting into a puddle of laughter.

It took everything in yoongi not to start laughing.

Suddenly, as he was looking out into the crowd, he saw a familiar face.

The face of Enzo. Short brown beard, brown hair, lanky build, roughly 5'7 stalking out of the club bathroom. He kept his eyes down to the floor, something was in his pocket.

Oh hell no.

Do not tell me he was about to sell these drugs here.

With "Bad Romance" playing in the background, Yoongi walked down the etaget stairs with a purpose. He was about to arrest Enzo.

He shimmed his shoulders as he walked up to the man who was now watching the show. He flirtatiously looked into his eyes, grazed his hands over his shoulders and chest, before grabbing his hands and pinning them behind his back.

The man made sounds of surprise

The handcuff props that yoongi was using with his outfit were enough to hold him for now.

As the last words of the song played and the lights went yoongi smiled, before pulling the man down to him and whispering in his ear, "You're going to jail dirt bag." He said over the sounds of cheers and claps.

"What are you talking about?" He half yelled, pulling on yoongi's grip.

"Save it for the judge." He replied.

He fastened the pink fluffy handcuffs around his wrists and pulled him up.

"Hoseok!" He yelled to the man standing guard.

Hoseok looked surprised, probably thinking this was part of the show.

"Can you please go grab my phone?" Yoongi asked.

"Yeah sure," Hoseok said slowly, confused.

"Be quick. Please." Yoongi said as he started marching Enzo out to the front of the club.
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Police lights shinned on the wet cement.

Enzo had been taken away, pulled into the squad car and held by surprisingly good quality fluffy handcuffs.

Yoongi's was still here, standing out under the clubs awning, watching the criminal being taken to jail. In Enzo's phone they would find out where he was keeping all the drugs. But for now, this was enough.

Yoongi was still in his drag costume.

He had called his buddies who were on duty to come and pick Enzo up.

Jerry, his senior by five years walked up after he put Enzo away.

"Nice job Yoongi." He said.

"Thanks." Yoongi replied, "I'm just glad he's off the streets." He continued.

Jerry looked at him funny, "I can't believe you're a drag queen." He laughed a little.

"Ahh, it's fun. I'm glad I came out tonight. Otherwise we wouldn't have got him." He said back, smiling.

"Yeah, well, goodnight." Jerry said, before walking back out into the rain.

Jerry pondered as he walked to the squad car. Mayb I should take up a cool hobby. It works for yoongi. "
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What the fuck did I just produce? Ahh well, it's cool.

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