𝚋𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚜 || [𝙱𝚡𝙱]

[•Dancer In The Dark•]

Ship; Jikook

Dom // Jimin
Sub // Jungkook

This is based off a song, this title^, by chase atlantic, so search it up it's nice...

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Blue and purple lights are flashing around the room, and the sting of alcohol is running down Jimin's throat, making his eyes water. He sets the shot glass down on the counter, slamming it like it weighs a ton. 

He runs a hand through his hair, quickly, brushing through the black strands. His lips are dressed with a pinkish lip gloss, shining in the strobe lights. A simple, cropped band t-shirt hangs over his chest, not what most people would choose for a club. His abs are tangled in the fishnet tights that are tight around his thighs and abdomen. The jeans he's wearing don't cover much, full of holes and showing the black lines etched over his tan skin. When he spins around in his chair, if any of them turn around, the crowd would see that his pants are unzipped. Purposefully, because he's hot and wearing jeans was a bad choice for tonight. His v-line is on full display, overlined by the fishnet. He has his favorite choker on, the lacey one that fits his neck perfectly and doesn't itch. He'd already thrown his black converse high's off, and they are laying next to his chair. He's sexy, but a complete disaster right now, considering how sweaty and bored he is, which hadn't been his plan when he left to go clubbing tonight. 

The crowd is separating in front of his eyes, and a man is coming through. Silhouettes of dancers and strobe lights, parting when the man walks towards him. Jimin's elbows are on the counter behind him, and his eyes are suppressed to a tight glare, making him look pretty intimidating. The figure slowly makes his way up to the seat next to him, and Jimin follows him with his eyes. 

A leather jacket dresses his shoulders, and it's paired with the rest of his black clothes, and a smirk. Jimin wouldn't be surprised if a motorcycle is waiting for him outside. 

The boy's eyes trail all over him, with a bite of his lip, not even trying to be subtle. From the holes in his jeans to his porcelain blue eyes, he looks him up and down, still slowly walking forward.

Jimin laughs, practically scoffing.

"Need something? A camera maybe?"

Jimin took his turn to look him up and down, finding muscles through all that leather and black denim. He smiles, which only urges the boy on. 

But Jimin catches, that unfamiliar look, that hesitant appearance. Inexperience, innocence. The man inches closer, close enough to press a hand on the counter right next to him, which Jimin glanced at before he looked back at his face.

"What's your name?" 

He feels like he's losing his breath. Gay panic isn't in his vocabulary, yet here he is.
   
"Jimin."    

"Jungkook." 

He didn't try to hold out his hand, which most people he met, seemingly virgins, did every time. 

"You're pretty." 

He should have fallen out of his chair at this point. Charming, smart, is what this boy has portrayed. The sound of his voice is slick and soft, deep but not too deep, like dark chocolate. His eyes mock the same dark brown color. 

"Dance with me?" 

Maybe he could convince himself that the boy is whispering it in his ear because the club is loud, but all thoughts dripped away when he felt hot breath sliding down his neck. Barely a nod and he's slipping his hand into Jungkook's, sweaty palm meeting a cold one, as he pulls them towards the crowd.