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"do you have a wig?"
the stripper girls looked at jungkook as if he had escaped the mental asylum.

"w-well, yeah, all accessories are over at that table." one of them said.
"why?"

"mind if I borrow some?" jungkook went over to the table, searching through. "I promise to bring it back, I need it for a couple of hours."

"I mean..." the other said. "okay... I guess."

jungkook knew he probably sounded insane to the girls, but didn't care.
out of all accessories, jungkook chose a black wig, a necklace and some lacy dark red robe. he wrapped it over his clothes and pulled on the wig along with the shiny, pearl jewelry piece.
"sick." jungkook looked in the mirror and immediately cringed at himself for sounding like a sixth grader.

on his way out, he put on his sunglasses and got back to jackson, who just came back from the backstage, after handing taehyung his coffee.

"ma'am, the circus is that way." jackson laughed, pointing in some direction.

"listen, this is my only option." jungkook mumbled. "looks convincing, right?"

"you look like the embodiment of a street rat." jackson said. "you sure taehyung won't recognize you?"

"I am pretty damn sure he won't mistake me for an old lady." jungkook said and grabbed his whiskey glass from earlier.

"well, we're gonna test it out now."

"what do you mean?" jungkook gave jackson a confusing glance, but understood everything as soon as somebody took a seat next to him.

jungkook sipped on his whiskey, trying to carefully steal glances from taehyung, who was sitting right beside him.
a transparent, black blouse was lazily unbuttoned halfway, a silky tie hanging loosely on the neck. jungkook was happy he was sitting, otherwise he probably wouldn't have been able to keep standing from the sight of this taehyung.

focus, jungkook! he said to himself. don't forget what he had done. you're plotting your revenge, not thinking of ways to fuck him.

taehyung placed his finished cup on the bar table and jackson immediately took it away, placing it in the sink.

"hey, why don't you ask for a day off?" jackson asked the younger. "you look like you could use some rest."

"can't." taehyung looked at jungkook and turned away, thinking this weird lady was high or something. "by any chance... has jungkook come by–"

"nope." jackson gulped. "why would he suddenly get back from abroad without telling you?"

"we kind of... had a fight." tae explained, his head lowered. "I didn't even get the chance to apologize."

"text him?" jackson said. "what's the problem?"

"I...lost my phone."

there was silence, neither knew what to say. taehyung hoped to hear words of comfort from at least somebody, but knew, that in his situation, people would have nothing to say.

for the rest of the evening taehyung danced away his sorrow. despite the lack of emotion on his face, people still adored him and came to see his show every time.
he already got some complaints from his boss about the lack of emotion, but said he could do nothing about it for now.

as he wiped off his makeup in his little changing room, he looked at himself in the mirror.
the mirror reminded him of quite a few things: the countless encountes with both yoongi and jungkook. they were good and bad memories... or better yet, good memories that now we're just painfully nostalgic. as he wiped down the foundation, he wondered if he'll ever be able to get back into the mental state he once were in. will he be able to forget jungkook? will yoongi start treating taehyung like before? will namjoon and him make up?

jungkook watched taehyung through the window as he stood outside. he saw tae take off his makeup while looking at himself in the mirror, his mind elsewhere. jungkook furrowed his eyebrows upon noticing bruises on tae's face and body.
what the hell?
jungkook hoped that it was probably after some mission, and nobody was physically abusing taehyung.
jungkook heard some weird noises and turned his head, catching the sight of some young woman with long brown hair disappear behind the club. jungkook rushed to the corner, but found nobody there.
he stepped back, sensing somebody else's presence.

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at this point, it became a routine – visiting the geomeun gang every once or twice a month.
the guards already recognized jimin and hoseok, letting them pass without any extra questions. hoseok smiled to himself, knowing his plan was slowly starting to work.

"we brought you cookies." jimin winked as soon as he entered yoongi's office and placed the bag with cookies on yoongi's table.

"thanks, I'll never even try eating them without being sure that you've done nothing to them." yoongi fake smiled.

"about time you start trusting us at least a bit." hoseok frowned and took out the tray with cookies out of the bag. "we'll be eating them all together."

"what if you already know which ones are safe to eat and will leave the poisoned ones for me?" yoongi crossed his hands over his chest and leaned on his chair.

"for god's sake..." hoseok exhaled. "lets mix them all up and you will distribute it between us."

"what if–"

"fucking eat the cookies before I shove them down your throat." jimin muttered immediately getting looks from both yoongi and hoseok.

"babe, chill." hoseok chuckled and gave yoongi a glance as if he was actually considering taking one of the cookies and pushing it into yoongi's mouth.
yoongi gulped and asked someone to bring in tea through the phone.
"anyways, how have you been?"

"fantastic!" yoongi fake smiled once again. "before you sat your asses on my chairs."

"I can sit on you instead." jimin smirked.

"over my dead body."

"I'm not a necrophiliac." jimin chuckled, and slid down the chair a little. he let his shoe fall off his foot, sliding it up yoongi's leg afterwards.
yoongi was busy having a conversation with hoseok, but he gave jimin a glance. it was an intimidating one, but jimin found something sexy in it.
jimin's smirk grew. yoongi wasn't pushing him away, in fact, he looked like he was enjoying this more than he should be.

"sometimes I wonder..." yoongi proclaimed. "if you actually want me to sign a peace contract. looks like all you two wanna do is fuck me."

jimin didn't stop, letting his foot go higher, tracing yoongi's inner thigh.

"you don't look like you'd mind." jimin grinned.

"at this point, you'd probably put some aphrodisiac in the cookies instead of poison."

"gosh, what is this? snow white?" hoseok complained. "we are not trying to poison you. think about it, we'd prefer to fuck you alive."

"oh now you're fully admitting that you wanna fuck me?" yoongi raised his eyebrows. "that's great news, but– ahh."

"oops." jimin smirked. "that was accidental."
jimin let his toe slide across yoongi's dick once more, making a muffled moan escape the elder's mouth.

"s-stop and leave." yoongi stuttered out, pushing his chair away from jimin.

"b–" jimin was about to say something but was interrupted by hoseok.

"alright." hoseok stood up and grabbed jimin's arm. "have a nice day, min yoongi."

with those words, hoseok dragged jimin out of the office, leaving yoongi in a bit of a stupor.

"why, hobi? it looked like he was about to give in." jimin whined.

"patience, jimin." hoseok chuckled darkly. "in a matter of time, yoongi will be the one begging for us to fuck him."

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