SHOTGUNNING CIGARETTES.
YOONGI'S NOT AS keen on parties as some people he knows are, mostly because he's quite a lazy type. what he does like, though, is live music, and gay bars, so the band night at menswear is perfect; the band aren't exactly guns n roses, or the stones, but they're pretty decent.
it's the atmosphere that yoongi loves. even though he's sat at the bar, rather than grinding it up on the dancefloor ( like jimin, who ditched yoongi ten minutes ago to dance with taehyung, and the two had gotten pretty... risqué ), the adrenaline in the air and the weed he's smoked make him feel pretty good. the lead singer of the band is actually a familiar face; the bloke he took pills with back in bromley, who's name he isn't too sure on, referring to him as stoner boy in his head. he looks good, up on stage, hyping up the crowd and singing his lungs out.
they've done two bowie songs, a queen song, a very experimental wham!, and now they're playing something new, something no one owns on record or cassete, and yoongi's got to admit, they've got a certain somethin' working for them. something that he wouldn't mind seeing more of.
"max, could ya get us another drink?" he asks seokjin's boyfriend, who's taking the bartender's place for the night. maxxie nods, pouring yoongi a cup of golden real ale, the other accepting it with a nod and tossing a fiver maxxie's way. "keep the change; tips 'n all that, innit."
"you lot 'ave been fookin' spectacular!" stoner boy onstage yells, the mic barely necessary with how loud he naturally is. "thank you very much, you fuckin' queers, we appreciate it an awful fuckin' lot, you know?"
the crowd yell back at him, and yoongi bets that stoner boy's ego must feel like mick jagger's now, bigger than mars, despite this being one small gig in a bar in downtown london. he's handsome, yoongi thinks absentmindedly; the kind of handsome you wouldn't kick out of bed in the morning, the kind of handsome your mum would tell you to hold on to. in your face handsome. his grin makes his eyes disappear and his mouth almost looks like a heart, teeth that, although dulled slightly by nicotine, shine like the sun.
"a'ight, we've gotta finish up for the night," the manager of menswear smiles into the mic, and the crowd groans, someone yelling "one more, you wankers!". seokjin laughs, looking at his mates with a sly grin. "yeah, c'mon lads, just the one more, hm?"
"fuck yeah." the drummer sounds out of breath, voice gravely. they all exchange looks, and the drummer starts up a beat, stoner boy moving his hips as seokjin plucks out a tune on his bass.
"this is a lil' old song," stoner boy says deeply, lips close to the mic. "'s called rebel rebel, sure you all know it, and it goes a little like this— and a one, and a two, and fuckin' move!"
they break into the notorious song that every misunderstood kid from suburban england can relate to, an anthem for the boys in skirts and the girls in trousers, and yoongi says fuck it and joins the misfits on the dancefloor.
"you've got your mother in a whirl, she's not sure if you're a boy or a girl — hey babe, your hair's alright! hey babe, let's stay out tonight!" stoner boy's got that bowie charm, that tight-trousered lip-bitin' ecstasy, and it fits him like a glove. yoongi's dancing with people he's never met before, body on someone else's, euphoria washing over him in waves, some happiness not provided by drugs flowing through his brainwaves.
ten minutes later and yoongi sneaks outside for a quick spliff, because he knows seokjin's rules about smoking in the bar ( "only i'm allowed to do it, 'nd tha's pushin' it!" ). carefully crumbling the slightly shriveled leaves into rough, sticky paper, he licks the edge and rolls the joint into a cone, thick on one end and curled up like a kiddie's sweet. he raises his skull shaped lighter to the end and inhales deeply, closing his eyes and taking the smoke into his lungs, before it circuits back out of his lips, and then into his nose, sweet and sticky and blissful.
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