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11:50 PM - Day 1, City X, Arirang World Tour
On the night of day 1 after yet another sold out concert, the world famous members of BTS bathe in the scene of twinkling ARMY bombs in the stadium. Thousands of fans chant their closing song Into the Sun. The noise gets distant to the 7 men’s ears as they wave and smile for the fans one last time. Fireworks whizzle and dazzle, and before the show closes up for the night with a whistle, they head out in their black SUVs. Racing to beat the crowds and traffic, city lights blur as the members leave for their hotels for a well deserved night of rest, but some of the members wanted to keep the momentum going.
The group chat pings with plans for a Weverse live:
The BroS (7)
RM: “I feel up to do a live today, who wants to join?”
Jimin: “I’m down”
Yoongi: “I’m up”
RM: “You’re joining?”
Yoongi: “No.”
Jimin: “:(“
Jin: “I’m a bit tired”
Hoseok: “I’ll go!”
Taehyung: “I want to, WBU JK?”
Jungkook: “I have plans, just say i’m exercising”
Hoseok: “As usual~ our hardworking Jungkook”
Jungkook: “Nah, i’ll be at an event so don’t come looking for me”
RM: “What event?”
Jungkook: “Friend’s party, I’ll be back in time to rest enough for tomorrow’s concert”
Yoongi: “Don’t overdo it”
Jimin: “Don’t drink so much your voice is affected ok?”
Jungkook: “I know I know, don’t worry”
Jungkook switches chats upon a ping from said event organizer:
JW: “Yo bro are you on your way?”
JK: “Heading over, I’ll be there in 20”
JW: “Awesome, we’re happy to have you bro”
JK: “It better be worth it”
JW: “Oh don’t worry it will be”
JK: “I’m sure it will”
He’s usually not the type to go to parties, and he really is exercising after concerts like a crazy gym rat. But the exercise is something that gets his mind off of the fact that he is heavily lacking sex during this world tour. The hotel rooms aren’t quite as secure as he’d like them to be and his managers heavily advise them to not have any “guests” anyways. Even after a solid 3 hour concert, the adrenaline and energy just doesn’t wear off of him. He needs more, and he’s heard that this party can help with that.
As the car pulls up into the long driveway of the mansion, the friend greets him at the door. “Jungkook, long time no see!” “Jackson, it’s good to see you too.” Jungkook and Jackson Wang make friendly conversation as Jackson leads him into the grand home. Bustling with other high-status individuals, busy waiters with cocktails, and loud music playing from the DJ, conversations feel private between only the people who are close enough to listen. The people talking are mainly pairs of people who are standing much closer than they need to even with the music blaring, which doesn’t surprise him with the type of event this is meant to be. Jackson weaves through the people whose attention is entirely directed towards whoever they’re trying to get in bed with, magically ignoring the two k-pop stars, to Jungkook's surprise. He politely moves through to get to the end of a hallway which is ended with large doors and two guards. Swiftly, they let only the two men through before they are shut, the music and people behind them.
“I know it’s your first time at one of my parties Jungkook, what are you here for?”
“What do you mean what am I here for? I wanted to get rid of my… stress.”
“Right I’m sure, but I mean like what’s your fantasy? We have rooms with lots of women, lots of men, lots of both, equipment, toys, baths, outdoor, indoor, mirrored, two-way mirrored…”
“Holy shit what a freak, you’ve got everything.”
“I’m not the party king for nothing. So? What’s your pick?”
With him still wanting to test the waters, he has a request.
“Is there any room that has dim lights or blindfolds or something like that? Where they can’t see me?”
“Oh bro I have just the thing for you, and I promise it’s completely anonymous. It’s a favorite for people who are on the more “recognizeable” side. Does it matter if you can see their face?”
“A mouth would be nice but if they can’t see mine then it’s only fair I don’t see theirs I guess.”
“Ok cool, this way.”
They turn down a corner into a separate wing of the building, and Jackson holds the door open. “After you,” he says with an exaggerated bow, allowing Jungkook to step in first.
The room is relatively small, dimly lit with no windows, expensive champagne decorating the shelves in the wall, and a set of stairs leading down into a luxurious basement. Most of the light comes from the TV screen on the back wall with about 12 boxes of security camera footage, some of them blacked out and some of them on, showing the rooms in the basement. They’re glory holes.
Each room, at least the ones he can see, are padded and soundproof. Jungkook isn’t so innocent so he knows what's on the screen, and he starts hunting. There’s a diverse range of people and no two of them look the same, there’s someone for everyone, as he’s sure Jackson planned for it to be so.
“If you see someone you like, you can head downstairs and the door will have the same number as the camera. Once you lock the door, the camera up here will shut off, and it's private of course, no one will hear you and no one will see you.”
“Awesome…” Jungkook whispers as he focuses his eyes over the cameras. That’s when he spots it, someone with a love yourself lineart flower tattoo.
“I found someone.”
“Hell yeah, well, I’ll leave you to it! Do you remember the way out?”
“I do”
“Cool, you can stay or change rooms as you want, and there’s a clock inside. You can stay as long as you want cause I don’t really mind, but the main party dies down around 3am FYI”
“Sick, thanks bro”
“No problem, see ya round.”
Jackson leaves the room, leaving Jungkook with the screen and his heart is beating out of his chest. He shouldn’t even be here in the first place, and for him to choose someone who is obviously a fan is definitely risky. But that’s what the set up is for, he tells himself, and the longer he thinks about it, the more aroused he is with the thought of railing someone who doesn’t even realize that it’s their own idol they look up to. Or maybe not, they might not be his fan, but he’s going to make sure he’s the only thing they’re thinking of tonight.
He heads down the steps and the colored lighting surrounds him in the large hallway with spaced out doors.
“I can’t believe this is a basement, where the hell did Jackson get this money in the first place?”
He heads down the hall and pushes door number 7 open, feeling the weight of the number judging him for the sin he’s about to commit.