The actual casino portion of the Black Rabbit is approximately as Jimin suspected it would be. Bright, loud, and far too crowded for nine PM. The myriad of scents is borderline assault. A portion of them are cheap and chemical—the kinds belonging to perfumes used by betas in order to make them more attractive to alphas or omegas. They sting the back of his nose, and Jimin wonders if that's what his own scent is like, based on Jeongguk's description of it. If he really smells chemical , he wouldn't be interested in himself either.
Bypassing the cacophony of slot machines, tables that have drawn too thick of crowds to observe the games being played, and the bar, Jimin threads through the crowd towards the back of the building. It feels a bit like swimming upstream. Just as he's beginning to think he somehow took a wrong turn back at a craps table or the entire building is some kind of never-ending optical illusion, he spots several black-lacquered doors interrupting the flow of neon and gold.
Taehyung is there, leaning up against the wall, and Jimin makes a beeline for him.
"Hey, chicky," Taehyung greets, flashing him a crooked grin. "The boy is waiting for you."
What Jimin returns with is more like a sneer. "I'm only here because I've been promised a car."
Taehyung's eyebrows go up. "Oh. So you're that kind of easy."
"I almost had a shitty little VW," Jimin says. "Like the one in The Love Bug . Except it was red and the paint on the bumpers was peeling, so it looked more like an actual ladybug. Some car buff bought it and probably replaced the battery and rubberbands it was running on with a real engine."
Tossing his head back, Taehyung barks out a throaty laugh. "The idea of you driving a souped-up bug with, like, a V8 engine is my new favorite thing."
Jimin huffs like he's irritated, except he isn't, because banter with Taehyung feels natural. It doesn't have the high-tension, sexual undertone that volleying with Jeongguk does. "Jeongguk promised me something classy."
"Oh, it's classy alright. Just make sure you wear some fuckin' earplugs." Taehyung reaches for the handle to the door he's been guarding and opens it for Jimin to enter. "Your chariot awaits you."
"We'll see what I've gotta do to get it," Jimin mutters as he slips into the room.
The private room, despite having a single occupant, feels just as busy as the casino proper. A low, mirrored ceiling reflects the dim ambiance back down onto the room, gold-patterned wallpaper casting a soft glow. In stark contrast, the carpet is royal blue with colorful little designs. Shaded lamps hang from the ceiling, low enough that Jimin could easily smack his face into them. Jeongguk is leaning up against a roulette table, sipping wine.
The color has faded from his hair, leaving him a peachy blonde. Today's ensemble is a silky plum robe, poorly held together by a corset belt. Jimin does a bad job trying not to sneak a peek at Jeongguk's cock, half-concealed by the robe, cuddled under fishnets. A black choker is tied around his neck, accented by a drizzle of silver necklaces.
"Darling," Jeongguk greets, setting his glass down on the roulette table.
Jimin gives him a look. "Is that you trying to pose for me, or some shit?"
Jeongguk snorts, shaking his head as he pushes off the table. "No, I was trying to finish my wine so I don't look like a fucking drunk."
Despite the denial of his state, Jimin picks up a sharp tang in his scent as he approaches. That clearly isn't his first glass. "I think it's a little late for that," he replies.
As Jeongguk gathers him up and presses into the crook of his neck, the knot of tension in Jimin's chest suddenly loosens. Anxiety he didn't realize had been building up over the course of the day melts out of him as Jeongguk nuzzles into his scent gland. Eyes fluttering shut, he gulps down as much of Jeongguk's earthy scent as he can without drawing attention to himself.
