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There were two things that you absolutely hated: Social gatherings, and being guilt tripped into going to such events by your friend. You found yourself in that situation as you were on the phone with your best friend, Jimin.
“I’ve told you a million times, Jimin. The club isn’t really my scene…” You complained as you plopped down on your bed in frustration.
Jimin scoffed on the other end of the line, obviously annoyed at your stubbornness, “You need to get out and do something every now and then, (Y/n)! Plus, you haven’t lived until you’ve experienced Club Omelas. Trust me, you’re going to have a blast there, everyone does.”
You sighed and ran your hand through your hair, furrowing your brows at the thought of a crowded club, “Club Omelas? That’s the one that literally everyone has been talking about recently, isn’t it?” You hoped that Jimin didn’t mean to actually take you there. All you had heard about the place was good things, but that’s what made that place seem strange to you. You had never heard of a club that didn’t have some sort of bad quality about it, but to everyone else Club Omelas was perfect.
“Yeah, and for good reason. I can’t even begin to explain the atmosphere in the place, it’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced even when I went by myself. And trust me, I’ve been to a couple of very eccentric gay clubs in my day, but nothing compares to this place.” You could practically feel Jimin’s enthusiasm through the receiver of your phone, making you sigh again.
“I don’t know Jimin, that place sounds kind of sketch, but haven’t I told you not to go to clubs alone? I’ve been hearing rumors of some people going missing from there. You should have brought at least one person with you…”
Jimin sighed exasperatedly, “I would have gone with someone, but she never wants to go to any clubs with me. You know I’d never ask you to come with me somewhere if I didn’t check it out first. The place is clean, and I didn’t have the first obscene asshole harass me. Come on, (Y/n), please come with me? I promise that if you don’t have any fun here then I’ll never ask you to go to another club with me ever again.”
You bit your lip, thinking about your options. You didn’t really care for clubs, but it had been a long time since you’ve been to one, and you really didn’t like the idea of Jimin going by himself again. “Fine, fine, I’ll go with you Jimin. What time are we going, and how much does it cost to get in?”
He practically squealed with delight that you gave in, “Thank you so much (Y/n), I’ll pick you up at 10. And be sure to look like a bombshell, we both are going to go the whole nine yards tonight. The place is surprisingly cheap, it’s only like $25 to get in. Thanks again for coming along, I’m sure you’ll have fun.”
“It’s no problem, you’re probably right that I need to get out for once. I’ll see you at 10, Jimin.” You hung up and tossed your phone to the side of you, staring at your ceiling blankly. ‘I haven’t even started getting ready and my body already dreads this,’ You thought to yourself as you groaned and rolled off your bed to begin getting ready, ‘It’s just for one night though, and Jimin did promise that he wouldn’t bother me again if I don’t enjoy myself. There’s at least one plus side to going…’
It took you about two hours to even find something to wear for your little escapade with Jimin tonight. Since you didn’t go out very often, especially to clubs, you didn’t really have a whole lot of club worthy clothes. Eventually you decided on wearing a plain black bustier crop top with a pair of heavily distressed jeans with fishnets underneath, and accompanied with a pair of high heeled ankle boots. You felt that it was simple enough for relative comfort, and stylish enough to not have Jimin jumping down your throat for not dressing up for the occasion. Make up was another story for you though. You weren’t much of a fan of the stuff, but you figured you should at least try a little to make your appearance a little more cohesive
You were putting on the finishing touches on your make up when you heard knocking on your apartment door. You glanced at the clock by your bedside to see the glowing red numbers “10:05 PM” reflected back at you. ‘Shit, getting ready took me a lot longer than I thought,’ You fretted to yourself as you opened the door to reveal Jimin.
Your jaw nearly dropped when you saw him, he just looked way too damn good. He was wearing a dark v-necked long sleeved shirt with some skinny black jeans. A thin black choker was around his neck that only seemed to accentuate how slender it was, and Jimin had dark eyeliner that automatically gave him a seductive look. Seeing the way he looked, you knew that Jimin was set on having a good time tonight, while also getting free drinks from any man or woman who became infatuated with his appearance.
He grinned as he saw you ogling him, “I know, I know, I look amazing. You look pretty stunning yourself though, (Y/n). I was worried that you’d cop out and dress in sweatpants and a t-shirt.” Jimin dodged your playful swipes and laughed, “Hey, hey, it was just a joke! I knew you’d pull through for me. So are you ready to go, or do you have a few last minute things to do first?”
You shrugged, “I suppose I’m ready, let me just get my ID and some money real quick,” You walked back to your bedroom and picked up your ID from your nightstand and took some money out of your wallet. Tucking your valuables into your back pocket, you made your way back to Jimin, grabbing your apartment keys and locking the door behind you, “Alright, let’s go see what all of this hype is about, Jimin.”
Jimin smirked, “Trust me, I feel like even you’ll realize how different this place is,” He walked with you out of your apartment complex and showed you the way to his car. You climbed into the passenger seat and Jimin eagerly took off towards the club, edging the speed limit the entire way there.
His enthusiasm for the place actually calmed your nerves a good bit, ‘I usually don’t see Jimin this excited to show me a place, maybe Club Omelas isn’t overhyped. Maybe it’s just actually that good…’ At any rate, you sure hoped that it lived up to the expectations and that the rumors of missing patrons stayed as rumors. You at least wanted to have a mediocre time tonight at the very least.
“So…I didn’t tell you earlier but…I met someone at the club the last time I went,” Jimin muttered shyly, keeping his eyes on the road so he didn’t have to see your reaction.
You blinked a few times in shock at the sudden news, “You met someone? Like, you met someone you’re really into? Have you made any moves yet? You’ve got to tell me all about this person Jimin, I can’t believe you’ve kept me in the dark for this long!”
A visible blush began to form on his face as he giggled nervously, “Ah, I’m sorry I meant to tell you before, but I thought it would be better for you to see the man himself. He works at Club Omelas, and he is just drop dead gorgeous.”
“So have you even spoken with this guy, or are you just smitten with his appearance?” You cocked your eyebrow teasingly at Jimin, earning an eye roll from him.
“Of course I spoke with him, I know better than to let someone that good looking go. I’ll admit though I didn’t talk to him that much because it was a busy night and I didn’t want to bother him while he was working,” Jimin bit his lip in thought, likely picturing the man in his mind, “His name is Yoongi, if you were wondering.”
You hummed in response, figuring the man was probably Korean like Jimin was based on the name. Clearing your throat, you said, “Even if he is your type Jimin, you got to be a little careful. You never know who’s some psychotic asshole. The pretty ones are usually almost always crazy.”
Jimin scoffed at your lecture, “I’m a pretty face, do you think I’m a psycho?”
“Yes,” You replied immediately, struggling to keep a stony expression on your face before exploding into laughter.
“Ha ha, very funny, (Y/n),” Jimin said as he pulled into the parking lot of the club, “Now get that little ass out of my car before I decide to show you the psycho in me.”
“Okay, okay, I’m getting out,” You giggled as you opened the passenger door and stepped out, looking up at the building. In large cursive neon blue letters on the front of the building were the words “Club Omelas”, with a winding line trailing outside the building. The music could be heard from where you were, the dull pulses vibrating the air around you and creating an odd sensation. The place intrigued you and gave you some sort of feeling, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.
‘If I haven’t even stepped into the club yet, what’s it going to be like inside?’ You thought to yourself as you followed Jimin into the long line, half listening to his comments about how much fun you both were going to have.
The line was quicker to get through than you had expected, given how it practically wrapped all the way around the building. You and Jimin both had paid and entered the club within twenty minutes, now surrounded by the sway of the crowd and the rhythm of the music. The lighting in the place was a dull purple, with mixes of flashing blue and pink lights on the dance floor that was in sync with the blaring music. You looked around at the other patrons in the club, seeing them dance and losing themselves in the music in a way that almost made it look like they were in a trance. Club Omelas appeared to be just like any other club, but for some reason you couldn’t help but notice the constant tingling feeling in your spine.
“So, what do you think, (Y/n)? Isn’t this place just amazing?” Jimin shouted over the loud music, his face beaming in excitement.
You bit your lip, debating on whether or not you should tell him your actual opinion or just fake it until you made it. Not wanting to ruin his good mood, you flashed him a fake grin, “Yeah, this place is pretty cool, Jimin.”
Not seeing through your façade, Jimin grinned, “See, I told you that you’d love it here! Wait right here, I’ll buy us a round of drinks!” Before you could protest, he weaved his way through the crowd, disappearing from sight and leaving you standing there, awkward and alone.
‘Shit, now I’m all alone at this fucking club,’ You complained to yourself as you crossed your arms over your chest and looked around nervously, ‘I don’t know what it is about this place, but something here doesn’t feel right…’
You stood alone for a while, trying to patiently await Jimin’s return, but you soon became fed up with waiting, ‘It doesn’t take that long to get drinks, where the hell is he?’ Trying not to let the anxious feeling in your stomach overflow, you began to try to make your way through the huge crowd towards where you figured the bar was, trying to see Jimin over everyone’s heads but failing.
Weaving through the crowd was making you more and more nervous, the close proximity of everyone was weirdly putting you on edge, something that usually never happened on the other occasions Jimin had drug you out to a random club. ‘Just find Jimin and try and give a reasonable excuse to leave,’ You thought to yourself as you continued to try and push your way through the bustling crowd on the dance floor.
You nearly jumped when you felt a grip on your arm, and you jerked your arm out of the stranger’s grip to see who had grabbed you. It was some random man who looked like he had been at the club at least for a couple hours with the state of his hair and clothes.
The man smirked at you, eyes quickly glancing over your body, “Hey baby, why don’t you come over here and dance with me for a while?”
Even though the stranger was fairly handsome, the look in his eyes terrified you. He looked at you almost as though you were his next meal. You had seen some lustful gazes coming your way in the past, but his look was nothing like those other gross men; this looked like something much more primal and menacing.
“I-I’m sorry, I’m busy looking for a friend. I need to go,” You rushed out as you tried to turn to leave, but the man grabbed your arm again.
He looked angry and almost a little confused, like he wasn’t used to ever being turned down. His grip tightened a little on your arm as he continued, “Aw come on, I promise I don’t bite.”
Your heart was hammering in your chest as you tried to wretch yourself free from his grip again, but to no avail. You thrashed around and tried to get the attention of somebody near you so that they could help, but they all seemed to not see or hear you. They were trapped in their own little world of the pulsating music and the feel of their dance partner’s bodies against theirs.
The man was about to pull you closer to him when suddenly another man came up behind him and put a hand on his shoulder, “You need to stop. We have rules for a reason, and you don’t want to face the consequences of breaking them.”
The creepy stranger blinked a few times, then immediately let you go and disappeared somewhere into the crowd. You breathed a deep sigh of relief, thankful that someone had come just in time to help you out. You turned to the guy who had chased the other man off, “Thank you so much for helping me, no one else seemed like they were even noticing what was going on…”
You trailed off a little as you continued to stare at the man who had saved you. He was the definition of tall, dark, and handsome; it was almost intimidating how beautiful this man was. Yet you still felt strange around this guy too, but not quite like with the man who had grabbed you earlier. This guy had a similar air to him, but it was more of a mysterious vibe than a threatening one.
The man smiled softly at you and said, “I’m sorry about that, usually the patrons here aren’t so forceful. Is there anything else I can help you with? I’m Jungkook, by the way.”
You nodded eagerly, not wanting to pass up help to find Jimin, “Yeah, I need to find my friend Jimin. He went to go get drinks and never came back, so I need to find him and make sure he’s okay. This place has been giving me bad vibes all night, and I kind of want to get him and clear out of here.”
He hummed in response, “Ah, I think I know a guy named Jimin. I suppose I can help keep a lookout for him,” The man stared at you for a few moments before suddenly asking, “Why is it that you feel uneasy here? Everyone else seems to be having a good time.”
“I just got harassed by a complete stranger, who wouldn’t be on edge?” You looked at him quizzically before going back to looking for any sign of Jimin, “But I did feel weird as soon as I stepped in here. I don’t know why, but this place just gives me the creeps.”
The man began to say something, but you tuned him out as you finally spotted Jimin’s blonde head following a dark haired man towards one of the back rooms of the club. ‘I knew there was something fishy going on,’ You thought to yourself as you dashed through the crowd to get to the door Jimin just went through.
“I wouldn’t open that door if I were you,” You heard a voice behind you say as you finally made your way to the door and put your hand on the doorknob. Startled, you turned around only to find Jungkook standing behind you. Apparently you hadn’t noticed him following you through the crowd on your way over.
“Jungkook, was it? I’m sorry if it’s against club policy or whatever, but I just saw my friend go back here. I’ll just find him and we’ll be on our way. I don’t care if you ban us from ever coming back, I just need to find him,” Without waiting for his response, you opened the door and stepped into the dimly lit back hallway.
Out of all the things you could have imagined, you never would have thought that you would see a bunch of people getting the blood sucked out of their necks. No one even looked up as you stepped inside the hall, they just continued to drink the blood out of what you assumed were some of the people from the dance floor. You just stood there with your mouth gaping, not really sure not to process what you were seeing.
“I warned you,” You heard Jungkook behind you say as the door slammed shut, making you whirl around to face him. His beautiful dark eyes were replaced with red glowing ones, and he seemed to practically tower over you, appearing way more menacing than he had before.
You would have screamed, but your voice was caught in your throat. Instead of screaming for help like you probably should have done, you chose to run towards one of the ends of the hall, not even paying attention to where you were running. You reached the end of the dark hall only to realize it was a dead end, save for a door to your right.
‘Well, it’s not like I have any other choice. Maybe if I’m lucky there will be an entrance to a back alley or something,’ You thought to yourself as you burst through the door and closed it behind you, panting heavily. You would have used that time to catch your breath if you hadn’t noticed there was someone in the room with you.
“(Y/n)…What are you doing back here?” Jimin asked through half lidded eyes. If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought he was drunk, but you knew he didn’t have enough time to get this wasted. It definitely had to do with whatever the fuck was happening at Club Omelas right now.
“Jimin, do you have any idea what the fuck is going on here?” You hissed as you rushed over towards him, “There’s like fucking vampires here or something, we need to get out of here now!”
Jimin just looked at you sluggishly, cocking his head to the side, “What are you talking about? Everyone here’s having a good time, just relax (Y/n). I’m waiting on Yoongi to come back, he said he’d be back in a few minutes…” As he cocked his head to the side, you noticed two little incision marks on his neck that were pretty reminiscent of a vampire bite that you would see in movies. ‘Well that explains why Jimin is so loopy, he’s probably suffering from blood loss…’ You thought as you inspected your friend’s neck.
The door behind you opened and you nearly jumped out of your skin, seeing that it was Jungkook who had just walked in. You positioned yourself in front of Jimin, knowing that if shit was about to go down Jimin currently didn’t have the capacity to protect himself.
Jungkook took a few slow steps forward before he began talking, “Listen to me, you can either try and work this out the easy way and do as I say, or the hard way, and I can assure you that the hard way is certain death for you and your friend here.”
Your muscles tensed as your mind raced through your options, trying to drown out Jimin’s confused, slurred questions. Given what you had just seen out there, you knew that these people had to be vampires, or at least something else that was supernatural. That meant that you had basically no chance of trying to get out of here without cooperating with them, the very thought making your palms sweat profusely. Still, you knew that it was unwise to trust him, but what other option did you have? You certainly weren’t going to try to go toe to toe with a man who was bigger than you, let alone a vampire.
With a sigh of defeat, you muttered, “Fine, I’ll cooperate since I don’t have much of a choice. Just don’t hurt Jimin, okay?” Even though he was the one to drag you to Club Omelas in the first place, you knew this wasn’t his fault and that he didn’t deserve this happening to him. Who the hell would have guessed that this place had vampires running around?
Jungkook smiled devilishly at you, “Good, I’m glad to see that you have some common sense about you,” He still didn’t have the same hungry look as the man who had grabbed you on the dance floor earlier; he looked deadlier, like a predator that had just cornered its prey and was now toying with it. It wasn’t comforting that you were at his mercy in the slightest, and you truly doubted whether or not you actually had a chance of making it out alive. You tried to keep a calm demeanor, but it was hard to ignore the constant loud thumps of your blood pounding in your ears.