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Jin and Namjoon: Sometimes It's Just as Easy Said as it is Done

Third Person P.O.V.

Nightclubs are your life. Even as you thought this, you knew it was an understatement. You lived and breathed the essence of nightclubs. You loved every aspect of places like this. You loved how people from all walks of life-- attractive or not, professional or not, cool or not, innocent or not-- were at the same place for millions of different reasons and to receive millions of different things-- a drink, a dancing partner, a break from life, or just a quick hookup. This made you feel connected to every person in the room, your differences bringing you together for different things, but mostly resulting in the same comforting and freeing experience of the night.

Normally, you would be part of the freeing portion of the night. Other times, like tonight, you just sat at the bar with one of your favorite drinks--alcoholic or non-- watching. You weren't watching because you were creepy or couldn't dance, or were looking for a guy to start grinding on, but because you loved the feeling it gave you. Knowing that other people were at your favorite place-- either coming from just down the street, an hour away, or even going there as a vacation spot-- having fun, drinking away their problems, making memories for old times sake, or again, trying to fuck the stress of life out of their system made you feel like it was all real. And watching people's faces as they freed themselves of life's problems, forgot their past, and just came together to celebrate without judgement made you love the world; because as long as you were here, and as long as you could see everyone having a good time, the world was at peace and everything was safe and right.

Just as you were about to catch up with the bartender, one of your best friends now since you both practically lived at the club, you caught a glimpse of two very handsome-- but something about them seemed sexy-- men walking toward you. They were both tall, but one was definitely a giant. They both had their hair dyed-- one blonde and the other black. The taller one had very broad shoulders, adorable eyes, and plump lips. The shorter one had a wide jaw, dimples, and long legs.

"Two shots of your cheapest whiskey, please," the shorter of the two ordered, sitting next to you. His voice was deep and raspy, almost like he smoked, but not quite; which was an addicting, musical combination. When their drinks were set in front of them, they both downed the shots before speaking again.

"Thank you, sir," the taller of the two stated with sweetness in his tone and a kind glint in his eyes. He was definitely alluring, his large frame somewhat intimidating, but his voice soft and cute.

The shorter man turned his head to you slowly, looking you up and down before flashing his killer smile at you. "My, pretty lady, I haven't seen anyone with you the whole night. Did you come alone, or did you lose your posse?" He wasn't trying to hit on you or mock you, just make conversation. You couldn't help but blush at his compliment, though.

"I came alone, but I come here often enough to call the staff my posse," you reply. He nods understandingly.

"Seokjin is my posse," he tells you, pointing vaguely at his friend. "And my name is Namjoon. We're both Kims, but we're not related or married." He holds out his hand to shake and you take it gladly, telling him your own name.

"Joons, you gotta stop introducing the both of us like that. If you keep rambling about our association, you won't have any friends except for me," he then turns to you, leaning forward to look across Namjoon. "Hello, it's nice to meet you. I'm sorry, I couldn't hear what your name was over the music and Joon's loud voice," he asks in the form of a statement.

"Y/n," you tell him with a friendly smile.

As the night progresses, you talk about your lives, then relationships, and somehow get to the topic of sexual preferences and opinions. You find it unusual how you can be so open with these two men, but still manage to avoid awkwardness.