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The music was trembling loudly though the walls of the fancy club. Sweaty bodies pressed together hotly in the dance floor, and the dim lights occasionally changed colors throughout the dance floor. Bartenders prepared drinks and excited laughter erupted from the private rooms in the hallways. Past the dancing crowds and against the wall besides the staircase was a long window. There was dangling curtains running through the top of the glass and the dim lights only revealed the slight silhouette of a person inside. 

Jimin danced in the middle of the dance floor, hips moving to the music. His eyes were trained towards the dark tinted window, knowing well that Yoongi had his eyes trained on him. He smirked, hands sliding down his chest and pulling them back up to caress his neck. He enjoyed the excitement that came with dancing in a night club, music blaring loud enough to shake the room and bodies dancing around you. It was one of the things that Jaesung was not particularly fond of doing. But whenever he was in the mood to let lose and dance for hours into the night, Yoongi tagged along. Not to enjoy a night out with him, but to let him enjoy with the intention of keeping a close eye on him and anyone who dared to approach him. Not that it was necessary for him to do so if the guards standing stiff around him was a clear indication that no one was allowed to even breath the same air as him. 

He had tried to fight against the guards following him onto the dance floor to create a barrier around him. But it was either that or nothing, and he agreed before he was not given the chance to ever set foot inside a club again. Clubbing was something everyone his age was highly interested in. Only 24 years old, still nearing the peak of his 20's when he should be out here enjoying as much fun as he could. It had only been a few years that he had made a name for himself. Being the spoiled king of the top boss, Min Yoongi, the heir of the Min family. A family that was notorious for working as a gang in the disguise of a big corporation. Jimin became untouchable the moment he began appearing by his side. His life had taken a complete 360 turn in an instant at such a young age. Yoongi was 8 years older than him, and it was obvious that he meant business. 

The song changed, lights shifting to paint the room in a dark hue of red. The beat was slower, sensual, made for couples to grind against each other in such a seductive manner. His outfit helped with this change, knowing his silhouette will be more prominent. His tight black jeans hugged his hips and ass prettily, and the tight black halter top exposed his shoulders daringly. He made a slow turn, moving his hips in a circular motion before dropping to balance his weight on his heels and bounce back up. He kept his back to the window, closing his eyes to get lost in the music. And just as he suspected, it didn't take long before he felt a hand snaking down his side. Fingers grazing the slightly exposed skin on his abdomen. Yoongi pressed up against him from behind, breath against his ear as he moved with him. The smell of his expensive whiskey reached his nose and Jimin smirked, hand falling over the hand that had settled on his hips. 

"Time to go home sweetheart."

Jimin didn't attempt to fight the decision, knowing well that it was too early to leave but it seemed like Yoongi had other plans in mind for the rest of the night. Yoongi pulled away, hand sliding to rest at his lower back as he led him out of the car. The air was slightly cold when he stepped out, his mind clearing rapidly as the breeze swept though him. The car pulled up in front of the club, a man stepping out and opening the door for them. Once the door shut, Yoongi turned to him and took a hold of his chin. He looked into his eyes and waited for the man before him to make the first move.

"So pretty, why do you have to be so pretty."

Yoongi let go of his chin as he dove in for a kiss, hand resting on his thigh as they began kissing. Jimin followed his lead, eyes opening to see if the other was enjoying himself. It had been a while since they had done anything that led to sex, and it had began to worry him. But feeling the urgency of Yoongi's kisses trailing down his neck was settling his anxious mind. He closed his eyes,  trying to fall into the same rhythm as Yoongi. He let out small whines, hands finding themselves roaming the others chest before circling around his neck to pull him close. He hadn't even noticed the car had began moving and it wasn't long before the car made a complete stop. Suddenly he felt too hot, cheeks burning and lips swollen. Yoongi helped him out of the car, uncaring of the audience around him as he swept him off his feet and walked into their home. 

Somehow they made it to their bedroom, and as the seconds passed he found himself naked on the bed. Jimin played his role as best as he could, letting out the softest of moans when necessary and calling of Yoongi's name to urge him to finish quicker. He turned away when it was done, feigning drowsiness as he pulled the covers around his body. He closed his eyes, evening his breathes to make it seem like he had fallen asleep. And just like many of the nights from the past few months, it didn't take long for Yoongi to roll away and leave the room for the night.