Little Death vk ✓

chapter one: the beat of the music

[I want your bite
Wanna feel your teeth on my neck
Wanna taste the salt of your sweat
Gonna rock your body all night
It's lust at first sight]

The club was dim at first until the bright purple spots moved from one side of the room to the other, highlighting the smoke that swirled in the air, stemming both from indoor smokers and the smoke machines perched right next to the bar. Jungkook weaved his way through the crowd with one hand slid into his front pocket and his other cradling a drink that sloshed half of its contents out of the cup it was confined in.

His eardrums pounded along to the beat of the music and he could vaguely recognize the Spanish song that would be the reason for his ear's demise. The earplugs he had in didn't stand a chance to the horrible lyrics that were accompanied with a catchy melody. When Jungkook arrived at the bar to fetch yet another drink, since his current one was almost empty – thanks to most of it ending up on the floor – he ordered another, less sticky one.

While the bartender was fixing him his beer, a guy at the counter caught his attention. He was chatting up some lady with a charming smile entertaining his lips while his eyes were a bright blue in the spots of the club. Jungkook figured the boy must have been wearing contacts but he didn't dare stare for too long since the boy was obviously already aware of the new attention that came from the stranger at the bar.

Jungkook accepted his beer and turned his back to the counter so he could examine the room. For once he wasn't in a club for some lame job but he had been dragged by his friend to, quote, "loosen up every once in a while". While Jungkook still hadn't loosened up, his friend Namjoon was surely loosening something as he had disappeared into the bathrooms with another man.

Jungkook grimaced at the mental image that flashed through his head.

Something tapped onto his shoulder and when he looked over, he was surprised to find the guy from before standing right next to him, just a tad shorter than he was. Like before, the boy's eyes were a stark blue and his hair was a dark brown. He wore a tight black shirt that was tucked in even tighter black jeans which ended with dirty converse – courtesy to the club's floor.

"Hello."

Jungkook hadn't expected to talk to anyone tonight. He had thought he would have only needed to listen to Namjoon's adventure of the evening and grunt when he thought the other wanted to hear him talk. Now, there was a boy standing so close his arm was brushing against his own and Jungkook almost took a step back if it wasn't for the boy's eyes burning into his own.

"You're not much of a talker are you?" The boy once again spoke since Jungkook hadn't. He decided to change that.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help but stare."

At that, the boy's lips twitched into a smile – one that could have been mistaken for innocence but Jungkook was trained to look past the façade. He had seen a lot of them, a lot of fake smiles, fake looks, fake promises. This boy knew how to be fake and it immediately elevated Jungkook on his tiptoes, though he couldn't help but be that little bit more interested in the boy because of it.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were flirting with me."

Jungkook outwardly smirked while on the inside he was forming a little plan. He brought his right hand, tattooed and bruised, up to the boy's chin and whispered. "I'm afraid you don't know any better at all sweetheart."

It had all been fun and games for Jungkook, until he eventually ended up at his place, with the boy on his lap, both holding a glass of wine as they chatted about things. Jungkook wasn't sure how they had ended up at his flat. Maybe his pride had been too much and when Taehyung – the boy's name - asked him to take him somewhere – he hadn't thought about giving up the little game he had been playing.