Little Cub (TaeJinKook) ✅

Thirty

The club was packed. Jin walked in, face mask securely on as his eyes danced across the room, ignoring the drunken men and women grinding their bodies against each other.

He shoved aside sweating bodies as he made his way through the club, making his way to the bar and ordering a drink, taking off his face mask as the room began to grow too hot for it.

He sighed and downed his drink, turning away from the bar and gazing out to the dance floor once again.

It was a simple check up day on one of the clubs he owned in Korea. It was customary for him to stop by during his visits, and he’d been neglecting that a bit, ever since Taehyung had disappeared just over three months ago. Jungkook and him hadn’t given up, using all of their connections to try and locate the man, but to no avail.

He had disappeared into thin air. They occasionally got an update of a spotting, but he was always gone before they could even send some men to check it out. Taehyung was a ghost and they were getting frustrated.

Jin decided that everything was going well, so he placed his glass on the counter and got up, ready to leave.

When his eyes caught something.

Or rather...someone.

He paused, his eyes narrowing, hoping that his eyes weren’t playing a trick on him.

But they weren’t.

It was really him.

Taehyung.

He was standing on a table, one of the tables that had metal poles attached to it, as high as the ceiling for any braver souls to dance upon. And Taehyung was gyrating his hips against the cold piece of metal, his eyes half lidded as he gazed out to the men and women watching him move.

Jin’s eyes darkened with lust as he gazed at the man. After so long, this is how he found him.

He made his way towards the table, pushing past bodies, until he stood directly in front of it. Taehyung looked down, his eyes widening ever so slightly, but the look went away just as fast as it had appeared, being replaced by a sultry smirk.

Taehyung moved his hips slower, more sensually to the blaring bass. He lowered himself, becoming eye level with Jin, leaning forward and brushing his lips to his jaw, before moving back up and grinding against the pole once more.

Jin growled at the teasing, watching with hungry eyes as Taehyung turned, ass facing the man and wiggled it teasingly, knowing exactly what he was doing.

Jin was deep in thought. He should call Jungkook. But Jungkook would simply try and capture Taehyung, and Jin had the sinking suspicion that Taehyung still wasn’t Taehyung, and that he’d escape before they could even lay a hand on him.

No, he had to be smart about this.

So he continued to watched Taehyung’s little show, growing uncomfortable after awhile from the growing tent in his pants.

Finally, Taehyung hopped off of the table, swaying his hips as he sauntered over to Jin. Their bodies pressed together as Taehyung looked down, running a finger teasingly over Jin’s obvious bulge.

“Hey, baby.” Taehyung mused. He didn’t allow Jin to say anything, merely took his hand and dragged the man towards the dance floor. They were surrounded by grinding bodies now, all of them too drunk and high on the bass.

Taehyung turned and pressed himself to Jin, grabbing the man’s hands and placing them firmly on his hips.

And then he began to grind, changing the pressure every so often, but nonetheless grinding his ass against Jin’s hard on. Jin couldn’t help but released low grunts into Taehyung’s ear as the male moved against him.

His hips began to move, meeting Taehyung’s grinding and soon they were both lost in the music and the feel of their bodies pressed against each other.

Jin felt an orgasm coming. He was quite embarrassed by this fact, but honestly, he was so lost in the moment that he couldn’t find himself to care too much.

Taehyung could sense this, and he ground his hips faster and harder, until Jin gripped his hips so tightly that he knew the man had cum in his pants. He giggled and turned, pecking the man’s lips teasingly.

Jin growled and grabbed his wrist, dragging him from the dance floor and moving to a private VIP room.

“You wanna play, Little Cub? Let’s play.” He growled lowly.