The club was dark inside. If Taehyung hadn’t been used to this kind of scene already, he probably would have tripped over his feet at least a dozen times by now. He didn’t know why he’d let Jungkook drag him out tonight – especially because the brat was underage. Still, Jungkook had managed to convince not only himself, but Namjoon and Yoongi to come along with them. He could only tell the others were still with them, because Namjoon had tripped over his feet at least a dozen times and he could hear Yoongi’s soft curses over the thrum of the bass.
It wasn’t that Taehyung especially disliked places like this – he’d been to more clubs than he could care to count in the last year alone. Today, though, marked the anniversary of the day his beloved dog had passed. Taehyung always remembered it. Maybe it made him weird, but he couldn’t help feeling down every time August came around. That was probably why Jungkook had dragged them all here in the first place. There was no deceiving his roommate at all.
Jungkook led them through the crowds, weaving in and out of the masses of people with practiced ease. Taehyung spared a moment to wonder when exactly Jungkook had had the time to practice people-dodging, but then, he supposed, there were a lot of things about the seemingly innocent Jungkook that Taehyung didn’t know…or didn’t want to know. The kid was surely a devil hiding behind an angel’s face.
It didn’t take them long to reach the bar. Taehyung could have sworn on whatever god was out there that Jungkook had been here at least once before (actually, it was six times, but no-one else needed to know that). Yoongi proceeded to drink himself under the table – or at least try to. For someone who was so small, he was an expert with his liquor. And if you called him small to his face, he was an expert with his fists too…
Namjoon just hovered awkwardly by the bar, pretending he wasn’t eyeing off the ridiculously attractive bartender. Namjoon had always been a sucker for attractive, delicate looking men. Namjoon would find out, down the track, however, that Kim Seokjin was pretty, but he sure as hell wasn’t delicate.
Taehyung shifted uncomfortably on his barstool. Namjoon eye fucking bartenders was nothing new, really, but this wasn’t the kind of thing he wanted to be a part of today – not when he had a delicious combination of ice creams waiting for him in the freezer in his apartment. He wondered if he could just slip away home without notice. Yoongi had already wandered off to go ogle some dancer a while back, Namjoon was talking to the bartender now, who was doing nothing less than flirting back with him, and Jungkook, well he was nowhere to be seen either.
Now would be the perfect chance. Or at least that’s what he thought until he saw him.
Of course Taehyung had only known that because some sleazy unseen MC had announced him and Taehyung would have had to have been deaf not to hear it. This club had enormous speakers.
Taehyung watched him move – the boy was sinfully good, even he had to admit it. His movements were smooth and flowing, like a river following its natural course. The longer Taehyung watched, the more eager he found himself to be moving toward the stage on which Jimin was working what could only be described as magic.
The way he twisted his body had Taehyung off his seat; the way he removed his shirt had him nearly pushing through the crowd, not caring whose view he was obscuring. The sane part of Taehyung was screaming at him to sit the hell back down because this guy was a god damn stripper for fuck’s sake, but the way Jimin moved was mesmerizing. There was no turning back now.
With Jimin’s shirt off, Taehyung was blessed with the sight of what could only be described as a body carved by gods. His neat abdominals stretched as he moved, and Taehyung would have been lying if he’d said he wasn’t enjoying it – wasn’t imagining running his hands down the skin, now slick with a light sheen of sweat, that covered those taut muscles.
Taehyung licked his suddenly dry lips, barely even daring to take an eye off Park Jimin. He positively oozed sex appeal and Taehyung was caught like a rabbit in a trap. He couldn’t have gotten away now even if he wanted to.
As if Jimin could feel his heated gaze, he turned his head in Taehyung’s direction and oh god when had he gotten so close to him? He could feel the want curling in him in a way he hadn’t felt before. Park Jimin was going to ruin him, and he knew it. Especially when Park Jimin took his bottom lip in-between his teeth and winked at him.
This kid was a bigger brat than Jungkook.
Still, that didn’t stop the heat from rising to his face. It wasn’t to say people hadn’t looked that way at Taehyung before, but Jimin was almost like a whispered promise, made and kept in the dark reaches of his mind.
And God but Taehyung wanted Jimin so badly.
If he was admitting it to himself, it was a while since he’d had any sort of physical intimacy with a person, and he was feeling every single second of that tension now as Jimin swayed his hips along with the music, his hand reaching down for the buckle at his waist.
Taehyung nearly choked as Jimin eased the pants he was wearing down his hips a little at a time, exposing the sharp lines of his hipbones, and further exposing that expanse of flat stomach that Taehyung found himself actually lifting his hand to reach for. As soon as he realised this, he dropped it, horrified with himself. He wasn’t that desperate. Even if he was contemplating leaving the crowd for the bathroom as soon as Jimin left the stage. There was no way he could let anyone, especially not Jungkook, see how needy he had become with a few simple rolls of Park Jimin’s ridiculously hot body. Not that Taehyung was usually the kind of person to…touch himself… but it was obvious he’d have to, so he could at least stop imagining Jimin doing it for him.
He bit his lip as Jimin looked at him again, sliding his hand slowly, sensually down his exposed torso and toward his inner thigh and back up again, resting somewhere in the realm of his crotch. Taehyung could have sworn Jimin was even smirking at him. His sexually charged imagination no doubt, but still, the look Jimin was giving him right now…god he hoped Jimin would be off the stage soon, or he’d just jump up there and…
Stop there Tae. Just stop right there. That train of thought was never going to end well.
Taehyung nearly cried with relief when Jimin left the stage. Of course there was an enormous sense of loss at not being able to watch Jimin move anymore, but right now, as Taehyung could still feel the heat coursing through his veins, going to very obvious places, he decided that definitely had to be a good thing.
Taehyung was just emerging from the bathroom, cheeks flushed and the remnants of Jimin’s name on his bitten lips when he found a hand wrapping around his wrist. Taehyung looked up, expecting it to be Jungkook or Yoongi, telling him it was time to get the fuck out of there. His eyes widened in surprise when he met the easy, bright smile of the man he had just been watching for the past half an hour. His cheeks flushed further, this time in embarrassment as he remembered what he’d just been doing to the memory of the previous half hour…He wasn’t exactly expecting Jimin’s surprisingly strong hand gripping his own flushed flesh.
“Kim Taehyung, right?” Jimin asked, his serious and sexy gaze from the stage replaced with a face that looked almost as innocent as Jungkook’s when he was trying to manipulate people into doing things for him.
“How did you…?”
“Jungkookie is a good friend of mine.” Jimin answered, his smile turning slightly sly. Taehyung wasn’t sure whether or not he was going to murder Jungkook later. “He said you might be sad today and that you’d need cheering up.”
“Huh…he said that?” Taehyung was too busy being confused about how one of Jungkook’s best friends could be a stripper. Again, there was many things about Jeon Jungkook that Taehyung found he didn’t want to know at all.
“Yeah.” Jimin confirmed. “I can tell it worked.” Taehyung’s face turned a deeper shade of red, if that was even possible.
It turns out it was, and it was possible for it to go even deeper still when Jimin, using Taehyung’s shoulder as leverage, leaned in closer to Taehyung, whispering closely into his ear.
“You wanna get out of here?”
Taehyung almost choked at the feeling of Jimin’s breath, ghosting so close to his skin.
“Yoongi already left with Hoseok, and Namjoon won’t be going anywhere without Seokjin anytime soon, so how ‘bout it?”
That was all the prompting Taehyung needed, nodding his head shakily in consent before Jimin dragged him toward the door and out into the night.
From across the bar, Jeon Jungkook grinned wickedly.