The Club Owner's Starry Night

How Did We Come To This?

Same night, 9 pm

Empty. Perfect.

The stage box was all empty. He leaned on the rails and wandered his fingers on the iron like it was his turntable at the club.
He was gonna make all the beats drop tonight.

The red velvet curtains were finally pulled to both sides. Yoongi made his back straight as the lights went out.

He came.

Yoongi stopped breathing when he saw him. Tonight he was wearing a silk shirt and black tight pants wrapping around his muscular tights and making Yoongi think inappropriate things. He imagined how would his body feel like. He was planning to learn it soon.

Elegant moves as always. He threw his head back. Bent his knees, swinging his body loosely, nearly falling to the ground. Arched his chest. Rolled his body so smooth and sharp at the same time and spinning with the music like the smoke of Yoongi's cigarette, undulating.

Purple lights were dancing on his silk shirt temptingly. He was tempted. He was seduced. He was aroused. His hands were slipping down to his pants. He grabbed his belt. It wasn't the right time. He must have wait.

Yoongi ran his fingers through his sweaty hair as the music stopped and the dancer opened his his eyes with the clap sounds. He opened the box door and stepped out.

* * *

'Am I dying?'

Jimin exhaled deeply, leaving a blurry mist on the mirror he'd been leaning his forehead for one hour. He was just so tired. Tired of everything.

Thought were constantly lingering in his head. An emotion mess. Embarrassment. Guilt. Sadness. Loneliness. Self-hatred. Questions. 'If' s and 'Why' s. He couldn't handle them.

He straightened his body and began to unbotten his shirt with shaking hands and a dizzy head. He counted the buttons to distract himself. It reminded him a song he used to sing with Tae when they were playing together in their neighborhood.

"1, 2, 3. Taehyungie is a cutie..."

"4, 5, 6. Give Jiminie a kiss.."

Then Taehyung would hug him and give him a kiss on the cheek. This memory made Jimin smile. Taehyung was always good for him. He took his shirt off and threw it to the chair.

Then he felt a warm breath on his naked neck.

It was smelling mint.

Jimin tried to turn his back but strong arms didn't let him by holding him tightly from behind and pushing him to his chest.

"What are you doing?" Jimin tried to get rid of but couldn't even move an inch.

"Why are you here Yoongi? To tease me? To yell me again? To slam doors to my face?" His voice cracked like how his cup did at that night.

"You-"

Yoongi grabbed him under his chin and pushed his head backwards. Now Jimin's head was on Yoongi's shoulder and his whole body was stuck to his body. He could see the green hair strands before his eyes.

"I'm here to finish this."

Jimin was scared and confused.

"Finish what? What are you trying to do? You're-

"Shut up! Shut your fucking mouth up!"

Yoongi lifted him to the air as still holding his neck and pushing his head back. Jimin had to stand on the tips of his feet. His whole body was tense like a bow strand.