Yoongi likes one night stands. They’re fun, quick, simple, and require absolutely no emotional attachment. He really likes the no-commitment bit.
Yoongi really likes one night stands. They’re an easy way for him to satisfy his need, craving, urges, whatever you want to call them, whenever he gets them. He really likes that he can seek pleasure without having to ‘work’ for it.
Yoongi really, really likes one night stands. He doesn’t understand why anyone would want to tie themselves into a relationship while one night stands exist.
That is, until a boy with smooth, chubby cheeks, a silvery, high voice, and a gorgeous, crescents-for-eyes smile comes into his life, and everything Yoongi knows, understands, and likes comes crashing down.
It’s Friday night, and Yoongi’s in the mood to go out. He’s been feeling pretty restless the entire week, his progress in the studio at a halt as he hits another dead end in his creative process. Moments like this, he wonders whether music is even the right course for him.
After all, his “a-ha!” moments are few and far between, most of the time he’s just trudging along. He’s been told multiple times that it’ll come to him and that he just needs to find his inspiration.
He always does in due time, mind you, and is rather well-liked by the professors and TAs of the courses that matter to him. However, he still isn’t sure if this is what he’s meant to do, even when other tells him that he’s found his calling. He supposes it’s a perspective issue.
He looks at the shiny, gold coloured invitation to a new club that a friend of his from his Rap Poetics class is opening. The class is pretty awful, he’ll be honest. Too structured, too systematic, too theoretical to allow for the true appreciation of art. But he had to take something to fulfill his graduation credit requirements.
He flips the card over a few times as if deciding whether to act on his sudden whim or not. It’s a crinkled piece of cardboard that Yoongi had thrown at the bottom of his backpack as soon as he had received it. He didn’t have the time to go attend clubs being opened by university students when he had multiple projects to finish.
‘Rich kids and their annoying habit of throwing around their money.’ He scoffs as the thought crosses his mind. He tosses the card on to the table in the living room, before heading to his room to get changed.
It’s Friday night and Jimin’s in the mood to stay in bed, alternating between crying and sleeping for the next few days.
Taehyung sighs from where he stands in the doorway of their shared bedroom. “Do you plan on staying in bed for the entire weekend? Honestly, if I didn’t know any better I’d think someone had died.”
The only answer he receives is in the form of a pillow hitting him square in the face.
Taehyung huffs, reminding himself to be patient, because even if Jimin walks like he owns the world, he’s far more fragile and insecure about himself than Taehyung would like him to be.
Bending down to pick up the pillow, Taehyung walks towards his roommate’s bed, “Jimin, get up. This is ridiculous.”
“Go away.” Jimin’s answer is muffled by the pillows and the blankets he’s snuggled under.
“Never.” Taehyung replies plopping down on what he’s pretty sure is Jimin and not the body pillow he intended to land on (not really).
Jimin grunts from under him, shaking and squirming as much as he can to dislodge Taehyung from on top of him. Defeated, he pokes his head out from his blankets, “Get off!”
“Never.” Taehyung replies again grinning down at his best friend.
“Taetae, if you don’t get off me now, I’m going to hurt you. Really bad.” Jimin threatens, but the intimidating tone he was going for is lost as his voice comes out sore, from the screaming and crying he’s been doing all day, cracking at the end of the sentence.
Taehyung expression turns solemn as he turns his body, bringing his legs up, to sit cross legged on top of Jimin. “As your best friend, I believe that it is my duty to inform you that you are acting like a 15-year old girl who just had her heart broken.”
Jimin gasps and puts all his strength into pushing Taehyung away. He succeeds in shoving Taehyung off his chest and towards the end of his bed. “I am not! TAKE THAT BACK.”
“FIRST OF ALL, OUCH! YOU ALMOST KILLED ME.” Taehyung yells back as he barely holds on to Jimin’s legs to avoid falling off the bed and onto the ground.
“COULD I EVER HAVE BEEN SO LUCKY?” Jimin shouts back as he crosses his legs but scoots back on the bed nevertheless to make sure Taehyung doesn’t actually fall.
Taehyung gasps at his response before moving forward to shove a finger in Jimin’s chest, “YOU. Take that back.”
“Never.” Jimin shoves Taehyung’s finger away and he responds.
Taehyungs huffs, getting off the bed, “Fine! Continue whining and crying like a teenage girl too hung up on her first love.”
“I am not acting like a teenager girl!” Jimin yells. “I was in love, dammit!”
“You’re 19. Do you even know what love is?” Taehyung laughs before realizing that laughing is probably not the best response. He panics as he sees Jimin’s eyes become wetter by the second. “No, no, no. Don’t cry.”
“I…” Jimin hiccups and his voice comes out so soft Taehyung almost has trouble hearing him. “I really loved him.”
Taehyung moves forwards and in a move that’s uncharacteristically characteristic of him, he hugs Jimin, bringing the smaller boy closer to him. “I’m sorry. I don’t know if you loved him necessarily, but I know that you really liked him.”
Jimin puts his arm around Taehyung’s waist, nodding into his chest. “I really did.”
“You know what the best way is to cure a broken heart?” Taehyung asks as Jimin’s breathing becomes smoother, softer.
“Fall in love again.”
Jimin groans into Taehyung’s shoulder, before leaning away to wipe his tears. “Please, I don’t think I’m ready for this again.”
Taehyung laughs, “Naturally, I have another idea.”
Jimin moves away from Taehyung and looks at his best friend suspiciously, “I don’t trust you when you have ideas.”
“But you follow them either way.” Taehyung points out, shooting Jimin his standard smile.
Jimin narrows his eyes before asking, “Do I even want to know?”
Taehyung grins, “It’s harmless, really.”
“That’s what you said that one time…” Jimin starts before being cut off by Taehyung.
“That was just once, okay?”
“Really, because I distinctly remember that other time…”
“Okay, fine. Twice.”
“Twice? Ha. Are you kidding me? What about that…”
“Okay, fine, three times.”
“Taetae, I think you’re starting to lose memories if you don’t remember how you asked me to…”
“OKAY, fine! I think you’ve made your point. But it’s not like you haven’t made an equal number of awful suggestions.” Taehyung huffs as he looks at Jimin sit across from him, arms crossed.
“I don’t see how that’s the point at all…but let’s hear your plan anyway.”
Taehyung grins, jumping on the bed. “So, there’s this club that’s opening up tonight that Hoseok hyung’s been invited to…”
“Taehyung, you can’t handle your alcohol. Neither can I. This is why we don’t go to clubs, remember? The last time we did this, we were both woken up on the streets of another town by some neighbourhood dog licking our faces.”
Taehyung rolls his eyes, “That was just once! We’ve learned our lesson, we’ll take it easy on the drinks but enjoy ourselves anyway? It’s the easiest way to get over someone.”
The wheels in Jimin’s head start turning as Taehyung grins at him albeit a little creepily.
“Who are you and what have you done to my innocent little Taetae?” Jimin yells as he jumps on Taehyung.
“Oh god,” Taehyung complains as the breath gets knocked out of him, “Get off! You might not weight a lot, but your muscles do!”
“Not until you tell me where my Taetae is!” Jimin responds but moves off Taehyung either way.
Taehyung laughs at Jimin’s expression, “Your Taetae’s right here, Chimchim.”
The two grin at each before Jimin sighs flopping back on the mess that Taehyung and his play fighting had made of the bed. Taehyung lies beside him and Jimin quickly orients himself so he’s lying on his side, facing his best friend.
“It still hurts.” Jimin mutters after a few moments.
“Only one way to cure that.” Taehyung’s voice is as soft and as comforting as he can make it.
“I’m not sleeping with strangers to get over someone.” Jimin mutters back, burrowing himself into Taehyung’s side. “Since when did you like going to clubs anyway? You never liked them, said you attracted the attention of all the wrong sorts of people.”
Jimin looks up when he doesn’t hear anything and is surprised to find Taehyung blushing. “No reason, just wanted to go to this one.”
“Why? What’s so special about this one?”
Taehyung doesn’t respond for a while, and when he does, his voice is a lot softer than Jimin is used to hearing, “Hobi hyung invited me to go with him to this one. He said he wanted to go dancing with me.”
Jimin cackles, “Are you sure you want me to interrupt your little date, then?”
“It’s not a date!” Taehyung protests, “At least I don’t think it is. There’ll be other people joining us.”
“Do you want it to be a date?” Jimin asks turning to face Taehyung.
“I don’t know, maybe.” Taehyung mutters.
“Aw, does my little Taetae have a crush?”
“Shut up.” Taehyung smacks Jimin as hard as he can.
“Aw, my little baby boy is crushing on a senior.” Jimin brings his hand up to ruffle Taehyung’s hair, who huffs at the gesture.
“At least I’m not the one with the broken heart.”
“That was mean! Take it back!”
“Never! So, will you come? Say yes, please say yes!”
Jimin laughs as Taehyung turns towards him and shoots Jimin his most adorable look.
“You know Tae, we’ve grown up around each other. I’m pretty much immune to all your looks at this point.”
Taehyung amps up the adorable meter just a little, and okay, Jimin isn’t really immune to all the looks.
Yoongi pulls up into a supermarket parking lot, deciding to walk the rest of the way to the club rather than try to navigate using his car. He pulls out his phone, punching in the exact address written on the invitation before letting it guide him through the shady streets and alleyways.
He reaches the club in record time, surprised at how many people are there in the line waiting to get in. He sees a separate entrance for people with invitations and walks to the tall man standing by it.
“Invitation?” The man asks before Yoongi hands him the crinkled card he’d been clutching. “Can I see ID, please?”
“Really?” Yoongi quirks an eyebrow but pulls his wallet out regardless. “Even to people with invitations?”
“Don’t take it personally.” The man responds gruffly. “We’re asking everyone.”
Yoongi takes back his driver’s license as the man steps aside to let him through, muttering an emotionless, “Enjoy.”
As soon as he enters he’s greeted by a swirling staircase leading up to what he assumes is the VIP level and down to what looks like the dance floor and bar. He decides to head to the ground floor, eager to burn off some energy and money.
It’s only when he’s on the down there does Yoongi realize how loud the place is. He feels a sudden urge to leave and go back home, but decides to not give into that temptation.
He feels slightly creepy as he scans the rooms to look around at the faces in the crowd, feeling a little like a serial killer looking for his next victim.
He sighs, heading to where the bar is, and realizes he’s been out of the game for a little too long.
“What can I get you?” The bartender asks as he slides onto the chair of the almost empty bar. He’s gorgeous, Yoongi notes, with big eyes, full lips, a tall, lean frame, and hair that falls just the right way.
“A coke with ice please.” Yoongi responds only to be met with a fairly judgemental stare.
“Just that?” The bartender tries his best to not show any emotion.
“No alcohol. I’m driving home.” Yoongi responds, and the bartender nods in understand, an ‘Ah’ escaping his mouth.
Yoongi eyes the bartender as he moves around, a little clumsy, and it’s apparent that the pretty boy is still relatively unfamiliar with his surroundings.
Yoongi’s drink is placed in front of him as the bartender leans with his elbows on the counter, no other customers in sight. It’s still relatively early, though.
“First time bartending?” Yoongi asks making casual conversation.
“No.” The man responds turning to look at Yoongi. “Not a dancer?”
“I’m okay.” Yoongi shrugs. “Just not in the mood yet.”
The man nods and moves as another customer comes by to take his attention away.
Yoongi spins on his chair, surveying the people sitting around chatting happily. He turns away when his gaze falls at the entrance where four individuals are standing, about to head down the stairs.
His eyes fall upon the shortest of the bunch, and he watches as the boy looks around nervously. Yoongi’s eyes follow him as the four take a seat at one of the couches. They don’t sit for too long, he notes, as he watches two of them get up almost immediately to move towards the dance floor. The third smiles at the shorter boy a little awkwardly before motioning towards the bar that Yoongi’s currently sitting at.
Yoongi watches the boy nod as he looks toward the bar that the other man pointed toward almost reflexively. Their eyes don’t meet and he feels just a little disappointed.
“You came.” He hears the bartender say almost cheerfully, as the man who was with the boy earlier walks past Yoongi and takes a seat right in the centre of the bar.
“Of course.” The man smiles, dimples on display, and Yoongi turns back to see the boy still sitting on the couches, looking around awkwardly.
Yoongi watches him play absently with the case of phone, sliding a corner on and off repeatedly. The boy’s still looking around, when suddenly their eyes meet.
The kid holds his stare, Yoongi notes pleasantly as he lets his lips curve into a smirk. He watches the boy’s eyes widen as he does before the boy hesitantly smiles back at him, cheeks puffing out and eyes curving into crescents.
Yoongi doesn’t know it yet, but his entire world is about to start crumbling.