Yoongi and I walked through the green neon lit entrance of 'Drinks on the Boulevard' - a bar that was well, on a boulevard. I was ready as I'd ever be to get smashed and inevitably kidnapped by fictional versions of the world's biggest boy band, and I was kinda excited, for both, to be honest. 

That just made me sound like a 14 year old.

Take it off now girl, just take it off...

I heard RM's voice echoing through the club in a sweet, sultry tune and choked on my saliva.

  Who is in control of the music here? I thought to myself distastefully.  I looked over to Yoongi to see if he'd react to the music, but he seemed uninterested, too busy floating through the dancing by standers as we walked towards the drinks bar.

Dim the lights down, baby, just dim the lights....

When we got to the bar, I sat down on one of the red leather lined breakfast bench seats.

 "I'm glad Jungkook is paying for my drink because I don't have a single cent on me right now." I commented as Yoongi sat down beside me, getting comfortable on the small seat.

 "The drink is spiked, of course it's going to be free." He scoffed loudly. He turned and looked at the numerous people dancing around us. "These people better pray they don't sit on me." He huffed. 

I giggled, patting him on the back. "That's what you get when you're invisible." 

Yoongi's eyes turned to literal fire as they narrowed towards my hand that was on his shoulder. "Don't . fucking . touch . me." He hissed lowly. He looked like an angry cat but I wasn't going to anger him further by mentioning it.

I took my hands off him slowly, pulling them up in surrender. "Hey bruh chill." I laughed casually. Yoongi ignored me and laid his head on the bar. 

"Wake me up when Jungkook spikes your drink."

I sighed, kind of bored, "Will do."

It seemed like hours of me waiting at the bar, sitting next to an apathetic sleeping Yoongi while the bartender sussed me out for Jungfuckingkook to make his entrance. Dressed in a black and white suit, dripping in gold, coat off, and sleeves of the dress shirt rolled up revealing his tattoos, he was a dead giveaway. Everyone knew who he was. The whole bar went silent and moved out of his way like he was a king.

Whelp, here it comes, Briar.

I watched him closely as he made his way to me, a growing smirk on his face, like he was thinking he was so sneaky and subtle. Dumbass. Hot dumbass. He ran his tattooed hand through his inky black hair before leaning his elbow against the bar beside me. 

"Well, would you look at this little butter-"

I wouldn't usually be pissed, seeing as though this was the one and only Jungkook in front of me being a hotass meal, but bro made me wait too much to care, and after all I'd been through I needed that drink. 

"You're late." 

His face contorted into a confused frown, "Late?"

"Just hurry up and buy the drink, I'm thirsty." I motioned to the bar as I leaned my forearms against it in boredom. Seeing my reaction, his beautiful doe eyes crinkled in the corners. 

"I've never heard a girl say that before." 

I winced. Gosh, please don't say that. I'm having cringey fanfic flashbacks.

He whistled to the bartender, motioning to me. "You heard the girl, she's thirsty!" The bartender immediately made his way to the bench, looking between us in wait.

Jungkook turned to me and leaned down into my face. His breath smelt of fresh mint, his pearly whites on display. "What drink you lookin' for, babe?" He whispered into my ear.

"Canadian club, thanks." I deadpanned. 

His smirk grew wider at that. "Nothin sexier than a woman who knows what she wants." He commented.

"Ehh, cringe but ok." Just hurry up and buy the fucking drink. 

 He let out a hearty laugh, "I'll be back, luv." And then he ran off somewhere. 

Guess this is where he manages to sneak some drugs into my drink 'without me knowing.' 

Looking over to Yoongi, I attempted to shake him awake. "Did I not say to not touch me?" He growled from under his arms. 

"Yeah," I replied, "but Jungkook's going off to spike my drink."

"Not my problem."

"But you said-" I was interrupted by Jungkook making his way back to my side with my drink. 

"I got the drinks on the way back." He smiled, pulling his own drink up to his lips. 

I shot him a mix between a scowl and a smile and grabbed the drink. Looking into the swirling liquid, I began to wonder what exactly he had put in it. Either way, judging from the obvious sinking ice, he hadn't been to inconspicuous with it. 

Out of nowhere, that weird screen popped up again beside me. Right on cue, time stopped too. I could see Jungkook's frozen figure in my peripheral vision as I glanced towards the screen. 

The screen read: This drink is spiked. Your options are limited.

1.Drink

Wow, which option should I choose?

Rolling my eyes, I pressed on the first option - the only option - and as time came back into reality, I sipped the golden juice. Within moments of consuming the drink, everything started to slow right down. The people dancing and lights in the background started going fuzzy; darkening. Jungkook's blurred face came into view.

"Goodnight, Y/N." I heard him coo before everything went black.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed reading:) Sorry if the writing is a little non-descriptive...I'm kinda using wattpad as a tool to help me improve my writing and I promise it does get better and I will edit it lol when I get the chance to...Baii