Part 3

The taxi arrived at the nightclub in a matter of minutes.

 A large crowd had gathered at the entrance. Many of those waiting were already drunk, while others wanted to get drunk there.

 The club is quite popular among celebrities and the wealthy because you can do anything here if you have money.

 Yoona confidently got out of the car and headed for the entrance, chatting with someone on social media. The girls were let in without any problems. A man approached the security guard, pointed at the girls, and then disappeared into the crowd of people enjoying the nightlife.

 On the way to the club, SeoWoo saw a familiar black van on the next street but didn't have time to get a good look at it.

Yona pulled her inside, holding her hand tightly.

The club was stuffy. It's hard to breathe. It's also difficult to see anything through the thick wall of smoke. Beams of light cut through the darkness like knives, pointing the way to the bar. Loud music played, and SeoWoo desperately wanted to leave, but her friend wouldn't let her. She drags her friend to the bar, orders two drinks, and pours the alcohol down her throat without hesitation. Then, she hurries to the dance floor.

There are many people around. They are all different, yet the same at the same time. Some are drunk, while others are under the influence of drugs. They are pale and immersed in their own worlds. Their empty eyes stare into nothingness, and their faces wear happy smiles because they are flying in the heavens right now.

 Yoona dances with her eyes closed. She wants to feel the music with her whole body, every cell and millimeter of skin. After a few songs, she returns to the bartender and asks him to fill another glass. After checking that SeoWoo has finished her drink, she goes back to the dancefloor, not giving herself or her friend a moment's rest. The alcohol quickly absorbs into her bloodstream, and in a second, she feels good. SeoWoo also feels it taking her away. Slowly and sweetly. Yoona has been in this state for a long time, so she pays no attention to her friend. Their heads are spinning, but the girls are still standing.

 SeoWoo tries to be coherent and make out the faces around her. All she sees are blurry images and silhouettes of men in black suits who have been watching them for over an hour. One of them looks around nervously and stays close to their seats at the bar for a long time. Then, he runs away like a thief.

 She had no thoughts in her head. The fog has blown away everything, including the events of this evening. She can't feel her legs, but she continues to dance. Immersed in the music, she suddenly feels someone pull her out of her little world and back into reality. Coming to her senses, she sees Yoona's hand on her wrist. They're standing at the bar again, and Yoona is emptying her glass in one gulp.

Yona hands SeoWoo a drink, but before she can take a sip, she abruptly puts it down on the table and runs toward the restroom. That last sip was unnecessary.

Yoongi looks around the room nervously. Jimin is sitting nearby, watching Yoongi's absinthe burn in the glass, lit by a lighter. The green flame is distracting, but his thoughts keep returning to today's failure. Suddenly, the fire goes out, and Yoongi downs the drink in one gulp. Slowly turning his gaze to his friend, Yoongi finally notices his pale face. He's nervous and can't sit still. He keeps looking at his watch and tapping his foot to the music's beat. No matter how you look at it, fire has always been a part of his pointless life.

"Hyung, why are you nervous?" maknae asked, returning the lighter to him. Hyung immediately began clicking it.

"I have a bad feeling," he explained. "Today is not our day. We should have waited a little longer."

"Calm down. Everything will be fine. Today will be a good day for business."

"I'm empty..." Jungkook ran up and sat down at the table. He took a wad of cash from his pocket for the bags of white powder he had sold and handed it to Yoongi. "Today is a good day. I sold everything you gave me," he said, pouring himself a drink.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Jim shouted, snatching the glass from under Jungkook's nose.

"Hey, Hyung. I'm tired," he protested.

"You're still too young. You can't do that," Jim said, drinking the glass himself.

"I'm done," said V, running up and breathing heavily. He poured himself a drink, then nearly collapsed onto the sofa, smiling foolishly. He gave the money to his senior as well. Yoongi began to count his earnings.

"We need to get out of here. There's nothing more for us to do here," said Yoon, hiding his earnings in the pocket of his wide jacket.

"What should we do with him?" He pointed to the drunk Hoseok.

"They'll put us all in jail," muttered Hobi, barely keeping his eyes open. "I'll never be a manager..." NEVER!" He repeated this, drowning himself in alcohol, and then passed out, falling face down on the sofa.

"I'll take him to the car," Jim said, taking his brother by the arms and dragging him to the exit. Yoon followed them.

"Hyung..." Jungkook's voice came from behind him. "I'm going to the bathroom."

"Go ahead. But hurry up," Yoon ordered. Then he helped Jimin carry Hobi's drunk body through the crowd.

 The music in the corridor is barely audible. Muffled sounds barely penetrate the cracks in the door. A crowd has gathered near the restroom. Some are pale, others are green and about to throw up. The line isn't moving at all. Finally, the door opens, and a guy rushes out, covering his mouth with his hand. This is going to take too long. Jungkook doesn't wait. He was already heading for the exit when he suddenly saw his sister coming out of the women's restroom.

"Noona, what are you doing here?" he asked, surprised, and grabbed the girl by the shoulder.

"Jungkook?" she muttered, barely able to stand.

Her head was spinning as if she had just gotten off a merry-go-round. She felt nauseous and had trouble breathing. Everything around her became a colorful, incomprehensible blur, accompanied by loud sounds that hurt her ears. The ground slipped away from under her feet, and she took uncertain steps, leaning against the wall. Then, she sat down on the cold tile floor and held her head.

 The nausea came more and more often. She couldn't make out the face in front of her. All she saw was a large gray spot floating. Suddenly... It felt so good. Her legs felt like cotton candy, and it seemed as if she were walking barefoot on clouds. Her body was going crazy with new sensations, and everything around her felt pleasant and soft to the touch. She was ready to spend her whole life in this state, but Jungkook brought her out of it in time by forcing her to vomit on the street. After half an hour in the fresh air, her head began to clear.

"Oh my God, I think I threw up my guts..." she said, barely able to speak as she sat on the asphalt. She looked up. Jungkook stood above her, biting his lip. She had never seen tonsen so upset.

"Noona, what did you drink?" he asked, crouching down.

"Whiskey, vodka, and something else. I don't remember. Yoona ordered it."

"How is she?" someone asked from behind.

"I think she's better now," the boy said, looking at his friend from under his bangs.

"Come on, look at me." SeoWoo was finally able to see the owner of the melodious voice. It was the same blond boy from the mall. He looked intently into her eyes, but she did not resist. She didn't have the strength.

"Yes, she's fine now. It looks like the dose was small. Your sister was lucky you found her before she flew away," he said, heading for the black van where the dark-haired leader of their gang was sitting. He put his feet up on the back of the front seat and watched SeoWoo silently, smiling. His gaze sent shivers down her spine and filled her already exhausted body with an inexplicable feeling of fear.

"What is he talking about?" SeoWoo didn't understand. "Stop! What are you doing here?"

"It doesn't matter right now. Noona, they drugged you with heroin," he whispered, barely audible.

"What? But we only drank alcohol at the bar and danced. How could this have happened?"

"Most likely, it was slipped into your drink. It dissolves quickly, so it's hard to see."

"But... Yoona!" She looked at her brother fearfully. "Where's Yoona?"

"When was the last time you saw her?"

"Before I felt sick and ran to the bathroom," his sister replied. She took her phone out of her purse and dialed Yoona's number. Ringing...

"Hello..." came her friend's drunk voice.

"Yoona!"

"Hey, give me the phone." The call was cut off.

"Yoona! Can you hear me? Yoona?" Her voice trembled.

"What's wrong?"

"It seems she's not alone now. I have to find her. Her father will kill me if anything happens to her." She jumped up but then sat back down on the asphalt, feeling weak. "Jungkook, you have to find her." She grabbed his hand. "Please..."

"They gave her a heroin," Jimin said, approaching his friend. The latter just smiled and continued listening to his favorite songs with his eyes closed. "Hyung, this is no joke. It's time to end this. We could get caught."

"That doesn't mean the drugs were ours." There are many other dealers here who sell pills. We're just intermediaries between the supplier and the customer. The rest is none of our business. Our job is to sell the drugs and collect the money, keeping half of the earnings. The fact that she was pumped up is not our problem," he said lazily in a hoarse voice. He leaned back in his seat and tapped his fingers to the beat of the melody.

"But she's Jungkook's sister," Tonsen continued teasing Hyung.

"So what? I don't care who she is. Jung sometimes annoys me. He's too cocky."

"What if it were your brother in her place?" Jim said. Yoongi opened his eyes.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked, raising his voice. "Quit everything and work in a stinky diner? Is that what you want? I did all this for you, Hoseok and your sister. But if you want me to earn money legally, then I'm sorry. I won't be able to help you."

"I'm sorry, Hyung," whispered Jimin, averting his gaze and fiddling with Yoongi's lighter with his chubby fingers.

"That's it. Don't bring this up again. I know my life is going to hell without you. But I have to help you."

"Okay," he muttered, looking at Hoseok, who was sleeping peacefully in the backseat of the van. "God, does he even know he'll have a terrible hangover tomorrow? I'll get the blame. My father will scold me and my mother will slap me. All because I'm younger than him."

"Hang in there, kid. That's your fate," Yoongi said, smiling. He was about to return to his previous position when Jungkook ruined all his plans.

"Guys, we have a problem."

"What happened?" Jim asked fearfully.

"Do you remember my sister's friend? I think she's been drugged, too. We need to find her."

"We're not looking for anyone. We'll take you and your sister home, and then we'll go our separate ways," Yoon said calmly. But when he heard footsteps, he opened his eyes. "Jimin, where are you going? Stop, you bastard," he ordered, but Jimin just turned on his heels and disappeared into the huge queue at the club entrance.

As soon as Jung mentioned SeoWoo's friend, Jim immediately remembered the dark-haired beauty in the short dress. The thought that she was in danger made him boil with rage, and he was ready to kill anyone who touched her. He didn't know why, but she stirred up a storm of emotions and incomprehensible feelings that warmed him pleasantly from within.