Vigilante Shit

Rock-a-bye

Namjoon got bored pretty soon.

At first it was quite relaxing as he could wake up at a time that was not ass o'clock and then peacefully continue his daily routine. He could finally explore a new museum and a book Cafe that he had been staving off for later. Not to mention, hanging out with friends, getting dressed to go to the club and drinking without having the worry of getting concerned over his daughter.

Although he had no intention of hooking up, he didn't let that hold him back from letting himself move carelessly on the dance floor. He had almost forgotten what it had felt like being a rebellious teenager and sneaking out to clubs and bars with fake ID. A few girls had approached him but he refused them with apologetic smiles until he spotted a bartender staring intensely at him from the drinks bar. He was hot, quite hot but Namjoon had to remind himself he wasn't there for hookup. He wasn't exactly prepared mentally. Until the man turned towards his direction and rolled his sleeves up.

Fuck it!

Keeping a constant eye contact with him, Namjoon felt himself as sensually as he could until he saw the stranger talk to a fellow bartender and move out. Not so long later, his back was planted against the wall of an empty hallway. The man, whose name was Jang Yongguk, was quite stronger than him if not bigger and kissed him with a fervour that made his knees weak. It had been so long since he'd done this, he moaned against the man's mouth.

Yongguk chuckled. "Been a while, sweetheart?"

"You've no idea."

His mouth was once again captured in a searing kiss and cold hands landed on his waist, past his shirt. They were on the verge of getting out of the place, with Namjoon's hand squeezing the man's noticeable bulge and Yongguk's mouth on his throat when suddenly the fire alarm of the club started echoing. Namjoon jolted out of his drunken-horny haze and vaguely registered the sounds of loud and urgent footsteps and screams. The club was packed when he came earlier so it wasn't hard to imagine how dangerous it was with people panicking.

"Come with me." Namjoon had barely heard it over the sounds of overwhelming panic when he was being pulled by the stranger towards the unfamiliar part of the buildings. Namjoon's hackles rose and he tried just best to pull his wrist with as much cohrency he could muster with so many drinks.

"Where?!"

"The backdoor. It's dangerous to go back in there and you're fucking hammered."

It didn't take them long to arrive to a door that the bartender unlocked and pushed Namjoon out. "I'll have to go back in to escort everyone safely." Namjoon nodded and just as he was about to leave, he felt the man press one last kiss on his lips. "Come back again, please. We can get to know each other better," the man pleaded and Namjoon agreed, despite knowing he certainly would not come back.

Yongguk was handsome and all, but Namjoon didn't feel enough connection to come back again. The man ran back inside and Namjoon slowly trudged to the main street. He called his friends but none of them picked it up and it kind of worried him if they were okay or not. But the way he was stumbling on his steps made him reconsider his decision of going to check. So he chose to shoot them all a text and booked a cab for himself.

Finally a fun night out after years, ruined within a couple hours.

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The next morning he woke up with the worst hangover but the first thing he did was reach out for his phone rather than medicines in the cabinet. There were replies from his friends that they were all fine, the alarm was a false one.

Namjoon groaned and found another text from an unknown number.

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