My Bestfriends brother

09. Club

I actually learned that Jay really loved going out, a part her and I really had in common. While she may have preferred to stay quiet and closed off, we both loved to blow off some steam and relish in the adrenaline of it all. I told her about this nightclub out by about thirty minutes.

While at the mall her and I went out for outfits to wear. She grabbed a white and grey dress that stopped above her thighs and had a major v-line. I grabbed a Stark black dress with side cut outs, a dropped v-line and a slit on the side secured by safty pins. Both were pretty tight.

It was a crazy stop decision that we made, but it sounded fun. I called Yoongi, and him and Taehyung had decided to match with a black button down. Taehyung had comfortable black jeans along with Yoongi.

"So you've been here a lot?" Jay asked.

"Yea, it's a really nice way to release my stress, and by far one of the more put together clubs out here."

Together we made our way in and with a bit of flirting with the bouncer had no problem. I knew the guy, but since I had company for once, he was a bit more hesitant to let them along.

By the time we made our way in the club was vibrating with a deep bass that penetrated through your bones. It was such an exacerbating feeling.

The couple made their way to secure a booth while I dragged Yoongi down to the dance floor.

We both breathed in the smoke from the room and shared an insighting smile. This was exactly what I needed, and from the looks of it, so did he. We danced together, not grinding, but rhythmically.

I grabbed his hand and he spun me a bit, pulling me into him to talk into my ear.

"Can you smell it?" He asked.

"Here," I pulled a pen from my bra and handed it to him. We were so deep into the crowd that we knew the couple wouldn't be finding us anytime soon, and passed the pen to eachother.

We would split off with random strangers and dance with them and pass the pen whenever we crossed eachother's paths. On one of the hand off I noticed a certain someone and made my way towards him. He was the bartender, and was dancing for his break.

I grabbed his attention and we fell into our usual trance of dancing, touching, and grinding. It was an inside thing only, never leaving the boundary of the club.

I leaned my back into his chest, his head secured tightly on my waste as I moved my waist in rhythm with his.

I made eye contact with Yoongs who gave me a smug smirk as him and I rolled our hips together. I rolled my eyes with a smile, and turned into the bartenders arms.

I moved my hands up his chest, one hand on his dark burgundy silk shirt, and one tangled itself in his hair. Our breaths tangled together.

"I haven't seen you in a while." He said.

"I've been busy with sports." He nodded and lowered his head down towards my neck. I angled my head up to give him more room and lost my sight in the entrancing lights going off, my breathing breaking rhythm.

He smiled into my neck at my obvious discompision. One hand moved under the side cutout of my dress while the other moved from my hip to my thighs and up to my butt, a constant cycle. We moved in synce.

My favourite high, that didn't involve cloaking my lungs in smoke, was this. Losing myself in someone. Even if it consisted in constant hookups, I didn't mind. We had lost ourselves in eachother constantly. I knew about his life, as he did mine. We talked, laughed, relished, and lost eachother in the other. He was my other half, he had seen me at a low that no one had ever before witnessed. Because when u got drunk from the pain, he was there. And that was the only reason we got to know eachother, then it became constant. No longer filled with tearfilled drunk nights. I no longer felt the need to drink in the club.