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It was somewhere around 8:50 pm, 10 minutes before the couple were supposed to meet Minhyuk at the new club down the street. Kihyun was skeptical of how they were going to be accepted as it just opened a week ago, but the other assured him that he would get them in without a problem. Kihyun trusted Minhyuk on that, although judging on past experiences, you'd think he would learn not to do so.
He spent a good hour getting himself ready in their shared bathroom, fixing his makeup and hair and changing outfits more times than he could count on both hands. He ended up with a simple look of light eyeliner and swept up hair, having just recently dyed it a reddish brown. The outfit he chose was simple yet elegant; a deep purple, silk button down and tight black jeans adorned with countless rips.
If he were to see himself from another perspective, he could confidently say that he looked pretty damn good. The shirt was classy and left a lot to the imagination, although it was seductive with the top couple buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up to the elbow. The jeans were a tight fit and hugged his thighs perfectly, showing off the little muscle definition he sported and allowing a glimpse of his pale legs. He gave a side glance towards the mirror, testing out his smirk and making any final touches to his appearance. Yes, he thought, he looked good indeed.
And apparently he wasn't the only one who thought so, because his boyfriend was leaning against the doorframe, shamelessly checking out the shorter's ass through the black denim. "Damn, babe." He practically growled, biting his bottom lip for added effect. Hoseok was eyeing him like a piece of meat, which would have been his goal in any other situation, although if he allowed this to contiue they would have to abandon poor Minhyuk.
Hoseok himself looked no less irresistible in his matching black jeans and soft white sweater. The pullover was a tad bit oversized, just perfect as it fell slightly over his hands. The jeans were just as tight as Kihyun's and fit him in all the right places, aside from the fact that his had no rips except for on both of his knees. Hoseok had completed the look by sweeping up his blonde fringe out of his eyes and adding a black choker around his neck. A thin, silver ring hung from the choker, almost like a dog collar.
"Damn yourself," smirked Kihyun, leaning back on the bathroom counter and purposefully showing off his slender figure. Hoseok didn't quite appreciate this, however something down south definitely did.
"Talking back now, are we?" Asked the older, pushing himself off of the doorframe and making his way over to the younger. He placed his hands down on either side of Kihyun and looked him directly in the eye, almost like a challenge.
"I don't like the idea of all those other men watching you dance." He traced the shorter male's jawline, teasing the skin with a soft touch. "I know how sexy you look, all sweaty and worked up." The fingers underneath Kihyun's chin suddenly tilted up, enough so that he could feel Hoseok's breath against his lips. "Makes me jealous. Makes me feel the need to remind you who you belong to, just so you won't get too frisky tonight." He smiles, but its not a happy smile. Its a dominant smile.
Hoseok threads his fingers in Kihyun's freshly styled hair, causing the other to groan at the feeling. The older tugs slightly, baring Kihyun's neck before leaning in close.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you? Making me jealous. You're so slutty sometimes." He knows he's being unfair, knows Kihyun wouldn't actually do so on purpose. But Kihyun knows this too, and knows it's all part of Hoseok's way to unravel him slowly.
"I think I need to teach you a lesson before we go," he breathes, hot and wet against the other's neck, before pressing a light kiss to the warm skin. "So the only name on your lips tonight is mine.
