BTS Imagines

Suga - You Dont Know Me

«the closest thing this fits into is smut, but not even. it just gets a little racy»

Inspired by You Don't Know Me by Jax Jones (song attached at the end)
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Speakers bumped loudly in the hot air of the club, and the music's bass pounded in peoples' chests. The atmosphere was electrically charged as beams of colored light climbed the walls and ceiling. The smell of alcohol and repressed desire was thick in everyone's lungs.

You were here to lose yourself. Enjoy yourself. Both.

Who knew?

Who cared?

You needed this. Fuck, you needed this. Within minutes of downing your first two shots, you felt your shoulders relax. The liquid fire seeped into your veins, and you welcomed it. Your eyes dragged over to the stage where someone was performing beside the DJ. He jumped to the beat, water and sweat flying off of him and glittering in the strobe lights. The crowd jumped with him. Hundreds of bodies bounded up and down, feet resonating like war drums, and ecstatic screams generating ripples of hype. Your eyes lolled to the ceiling before closing. Your heart assumed the tempo of the music. You felt good.

Slapping some bills onto the counter, you stood and made way for the dance floor. Your body bumped and swayed as others joined your rhythm. Someone's drink splashed. The fog machine blurred everyone's faces into a mass, and at some point, vaguely, you were aware of a sly hand grazing your hip bone. A stranger's head dipped down for a kiss. Both floored and amused, you stopped their face with a hand and gave a look that asked, "really?" Teasingly angling your head and gazing up through your lashes, you leaned up on your toes to blow a puff of hot breath onto his neck. His eyes dilated and his chest rumbled, but before he could make another grab for you, you were gone—twirling out of his grip and sashaying back to the bar. You watched his drunken stumble before a girl hooked her arms around his neck and stole his attention.

Oh well.

Shrugging, you turned and slid back onto one of the black and silver barstools. Another shot was due. Once served, your fingers skimmed the lip of the glass, wondering if the crystal reflected in your eyes. Then one, two... up. The little glass was emptied with a grateful sigh. When you opened your eyes you became aware of a guy three seats away that was side-glancing you. You gave him a lopsided smile as you rested an elbow on the bar counter and turned your body to him. Taking the unspoken hint, he closed the distance between you and slid his glass of golden beer with him.

"Hey," he smiled. Though, through the blast of the speakers you had to read his lips to really understand.

"Hey," you shouted back. You tried to feign nonchalance, but this guy was super attractive. You stared at the sweat on his jaw and neck. "You're hot?"

"Thanks."

"No—" you rolled your eyes and laughed to yourself, "well yeah, that, but are you hot?"

"Oh, kinda. It can get pretty warm in here."

His fingers absently drew pictures on the condensation of his glass. As you watched, you appreciated the veins in his hand. You shivered and tore your eyes away. Hopefully that went unnoticed.

"Want a drink?" In your head, your voice sounded thick. Anyway, his glass was already less than halfway; without skipping a beat, he flagged the bartender.