Pick Up Lines (Taejoon)

7

Namjoon was happy. He was at the club, listening to the bass bounce off the walls and staring into the seemingly endless sea of people as they danced. He had never been to this club before but after thinking bout it for awhile, he decided it'd be nice to go out and get a few drinks, maybe people-watch and even meet someone. He took a sip of some fruity concoction placed before him. He had asked for the House Special and he liked the citrus taste and the way the drink fizzed on his tongue as he swallowed.

The club itself was darkly lit. There were multicolored lights whirling around the room, illuminating sweaty, dancing bodies as they partied the night away. The bar was the only place well lit. Hanging lights shone brightly down as well as a built in, dimmer light that was right below the wood of the bar. It was like a thin wire that was constantly changing colors.

A woman walked up to Namjoon, dress skimpily. She was gorgeous, with long, curled blonde hair and a perfect smile. Smooth golden skin peeked out from the tight silver skirt that rode up to her upper thighs. She grinned, leaning into Namjoon's body and wrapping her arms around his frame. He tried to back up but the middle of his back hit the bar.

"Where are you going, honey?" The girl blinked innocently but Namjoon knew she was anything but. If he had been straight he could see this going somewhere but he wasn't, "Hi, I'm Kiyoon." the girl giggled out, tightening her hold and slipping her hands to Namjoon's shoulders. he could feel her manicured nails biting into his skin beneath his shirt.

"Sorry," Namjoon grabbed the woman's arms and tried to drag her off of him, "I'm not looking for anyone tonight."

He wasn't trying to be rude. He had just come out for a peaceful evening of unwinding. He certainly hadn't intended to attract any woman over to himself.

The woman scoffed at him, her hands trailing down to Namjoon's waist and looping her fingers under his belt. The man certainly didn't like these physical advances but he also understood that this woman was probably drunk or tipsy at the least. However, it was still highly uncomfortable.

"Everyone's looking for someone." She leaned forward, her hair falling into Namjoon's own face. He was afraid she was going to kiss him.

"He's already taken, love,"

The woman paused as a new voice shouted over the bass. Namjoon would have cringed at the deep, honeyed voice but at the moment all he could feel was an odd sense of relief. Taehyung appeared in his vision as the woman moved back, her face pulled down in a scowl. Namjoon watched as the woman looked Taehyung up and down, her eyes raking his features. He could practically feel her undressing him with her eyes.

"I don't see his girlfriend anywhere." She paused for a moment, her frown breaking into an easy grin, "But if you're single and ready to mingle I bet I could help you out tonight." She let go of Namjoon and practically flung herself at Taehyung, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulling him close.

"I'm taken, too, love," He placed his hands on her hips and moved her back a step.

She huffed, blowing her hair out of her face and pouting, "Your girlfriend doesn't have to know, either." She looked back to Namjoon, "I bet all three of us could have a wonderful time together."

Taehyung looked like he was about to laugh, "I don't think you understand," He moved swiftly to Namjoon's side. Namjoon looked at the younger expectantly. He didn't know what the other would do but he assumed that their conversation with the woman was over. He was wrong. He felt Taehyung's fingers curl into the hair at the back of his head before he was pulled forward. He felt Taehyung's lips on his for a moment. He didn't kiss back - he didn't have time. As quickly as Taehyung had connected their lips, he pulled back, smirking and licking his lips. He turned back to the woman and gave her a rather pointed look. The woman huffed, rolling her eyes and stomping off. The clicking of her heels only heard for a moment as the dropping of the bass drowned out all other noise.

Namjoon smacked Taehyung's hand away. It was still curled in his hair. The younger pouted and rubbed at his hand as if he had been injured.

"Was that necessary?" Namjoon demanded as he wiped his mouth on his sleeve.

Taehyung chuckled, waving over the bartender as he took the empty seat next to Namjoon, "We've kissed before. I don't see the big deal."

Namjoon folded his arms across his chest, "The big deal is neither time was consensual."

Taehung wagged a finger at Namjoon, "Wrong. The first time was. It was a bet and you said to do whatever." the bartender came over and took Taehyung's order. Before he walked away, Taehyung grabbed onto the red sleeve of his serving outfit. He glanced over to Namjoon, "You want another drink, Joonie? I'm buying."

As upset as Namjoon was at the younger, he wasn't stupid enough to turn down free alcohol - especially at the prices they were at this club. He nodded, ordering another House Special. The bartender nodded, tugged his sleeve away from Taehyung's fingers and went about making their drinks.

"What are you doing here?" Namjoon thought he should at least try to make conversation. After all, the man had just bought him a drink.

"I come here all the time," Taehyung answered as the bartender set their drinks down in front of them. He took a sip of his own, appreciating how it burned down his throat.

Namjoon had to admit, the younger looked absolutely stunning. His once purple hair had been re-dyed an ashy grey color which contrasted amazingly well with the blue eye contacts he wore. He was wearing a loose, flowing silk like blue shirt with a V cut neckline and white ripped jeans. Most of the people in the club, including Namjoon, had gone for darker colors for their wardrobe but Taehyung was definitely standing out.

Taehyung just grinned. His eyes flicked downwards before coming back up to Namjoon's face, "Which is easier? You getting into those tight pants or getting you out of them?"

Namjoon frowned, looking down at the tight black pants he was wearing. His friends had gotten them for him for his last birthday and he hadn't had much chance to wear them. They were tight, but as his friend had said, they showed off what he had.

"I should have known you wouldn't just come save me from some woman and not drop a pick up line."

"Well," Taehyung nudged himself a bit closer, "Are you going to pick up what I'm putting down? I have a pen and you have a phone number. Think of the possibilities."

"Not tonight, Taehyung," Namjoon sighed.

There went his relaxing evening.

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