Seokjin had never felt a single caress of love as far as he could recount. His parents were long gone from their title and his brother was never quite in touch with the reality clouding him. People who claimed to be his friends were mere leeches gra...
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Seokjin swirled his finger over the rim of his glass where shades of the ocean fizzed in gentle bubbles. He felt bored, a little annoyed even. He had overestimated himself and dressed up all pretty in a star printed crop sweater and leather pants, paired with a dangly earring and a few studs, thinking he could release some of the built up tension from uni' by hitting the club. He had thought maybe spending a night drowning himself in alcohol and music could help put his mind off things but he was so wrong because the moment he walked into the club, he was overwhelmed with the smell of sweat and some other disgusting odor he could not discern.
He was honestly about to leave when the bartender whistled him down and passed him some drinks, claiming a few people had taken an interest in him. To sooth Seokjin's skeptism (because Seokjin was not about to drink something spiked), the bartender tested out all of the drinks. Still, Seokjin only tried two and decided to keep track of how many admirers he was gathering; it gave him a sense of power to know that his mere presence was garnering so much attention. Besides, he did doll up for a reason.
However, at some point, he did start to taste the first wisps of boredom and after lining up sixteen drinks on his little table, Seokjin was ready to leave when something, or rather, someone caught his eyes. And he enchanted him to such a extent that Seokjin decided to sit back down.
In a simple black, tight-fit t shirt and blue jeans, stood a man a few yards away from him, swaying his hips with some girl who looked like she would pass out from the things the devil whispered into her ears. Seokjin felt envious, wondering if the two were together but to his delight, the man moved on to his next prey, and to Seokin's further delight, he latched himself onto a boy.
Seokjin watched with hawk-like eyes as the beauty drummed his fingers on the waist of the boy and drew him into his enchantment. What sort of filthy promises was he whispering that enticed anyone he preyed upon? Seokjin wanted to fall into his clucthes too, but he didn't feel like getting up just yet.
He moved on to a few other people, subtle touches and carnal words igniting one fire after another through the club as slowly everyone's attention turned from Seokjin to the erotic beast.
It wasn't until their eyes met when Seokjin decided to get up. Seokjin wondered how delicious he must have looked with all those drinks lined up in front of him and not a single lipstick mark on skin, how rare and priceless he must have seemed to be wanted by so many but choosing to strut his way to that one devil in black. Was Seokjin the predator now?
They met on the dance floor and Seokjin had already made a show of outstretching his arms to make it seem like he was preparing to dance, when his real intentions were to flaunt his waist. And the man had caught onto his cue because the moment they were inches away from each other, eyes holding the other with sensual intensity, his hand crept onto Seokjin's hips and soon found themselves higher, tightening his grip to feel the smallness of his waist.
