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8: virginity

Yoongi was celebrating his 30 grand by going out every night. One would think that the youth had better things to do but to party hard every day of the week, but although it was a Monday night the club was lively. Nothing compared to the weekend, but all Yoongi was here for was a body to go home with anyway. He had to compensate what he had missed out on for the last moths and the talk with V had reminded him that he should make use of the freedom he had as a hitman. Whenever his thoughts looped back to the tech in his basement, he felt slightly sorry, but he was not stupid enough to chastise himself because of someone else.

An attractive body in a thin white t-shirt and black skinny jeans fell against the bar right next to him and waved for the barkeeper. When the body turned, Yoongi groaned and rolled his eyes. Seoul was such a big city, so why did they cross paths again?

"Hi," Jimin greeted him with the bright smile of someone tipsy. "So you are gay," he noted belatedly. Them being in a gay club apparently had led him to draw the correct conclusion.

"It appears so," Yoongi replied reserved.

"Why are you here?" the brunette continued to ask, apparently unimpressed by Yoongi's obvious mood. "On a Monday, I mean."

"Got some days off from work," he answered and sloshed the rest of his whiskey down before ordering a new one.

Jimin nodded. "Me too," he said, looking unhappy. "Forever as it appears." He choked out a dry laugh before swallowing his own clear shot in one go. Had he already gotten fired? What a loser. A pretty loser though and Yoongi just needed a nice body to bed, so maybe he should take a shot. Maybe Jimin would not be opposed to the gummy bear cock rings either. The innocent lookers were the kinky ones.

"Would you... Want to go somewhere else?" he asked bluntly. He simply did not know how to play it nice and slow, and he would do a damn embarrassing himself with trying. Jimin had come here for a purpose. Had he just wanted to get drunk, he could have done so at home or at a bar, but he was at a club. It was rather obvious.

Still, the man looked shocked at the question. "You crashed my car," he blurted then. Priorities, Yoongi thought.

"You know how it goes, bad guys fuck well and all that jazz," he said with a shrug. God, he was rusty at flirting.

When he was almost sure that Jimin would not find his ability of speech anymore tonight, the man asked, "Your place or mine?"

Yoongi raised his eyebrows. That had been unexpected. "Mine's closer," he replied, and then he wanted to shoot himself because he was not supposed to know that but he did due to him snooping through Jimin's stuff for the ID. Blame the alcohol, or maybe Jimin's kissable lips, Yoongi was dragging the reputation of his profession down.

"Okay," the other replied though, apparently too intoxicated to wonder how he knew. "D'you finally have a car?"

"I don't drink and drive, Jimin," Yoongi only said, V's story flashing through his mind for a second, and he left his drink behind on the bar.

Only after ten quiet minutes of Jimin staring out of the taxi window, Yoongi felt that something was wrong with the logic of their hookup. He never questioned hookups regarding their logic, but this was a special case because he knew this specific one. The first thing that irked him was that their shared past had not exactly been rosy. He had tricked the guy into owing him and then crashed his car. He must look like a psycho to the man. So, Jimin must either have a kink for being bullied and pushed around (which was not totally off the table), or he must be really drunk. The second thing that irked him was that now that he looked at Jimin from the perspective of sex rather than using him as a tool, he had to admit that the guy was out of his league. Yoongi was not unattractive, but Jimin was a ten out of ten. Since a pity fuck was unreasonable, the only other option was again Jimin being drunk.