Roses You Left For Me

3

"Sit down, sugar," a low voice says.

"Look, I'm not interested," Jeongguk tries to say as he lazily looks up with watery eyes. In front of him, sits Taehyung. The dancer gazes back at him with that trademark smirk across his lips. Taehyung's eyes search the younger, eyes knowing. He doesn't have to say anything for the air to be sucked from Jeongguk's lungs. The younger just seems to be- captivated, by the man. Stunned into silence by the way Taehyung's pupils are blown out and his red eyeshadow that blends into the outer corners of his eyes, the way his hair doesn't appear so dark anymore, but instead a deep brown that falls in waves and frames his heart-like face. Jeongguk searches him in adoration, then shakes his head and looks away. Stupid, really. A crush on a dancer. Ha.

"What's got you so sour?" Taehyung asks as his fingers run up Jeongguk's chest to push his chin up. The younger shakes it away and continues to glare at the floor beside him. "Ooh, we have a feisty one," the dancer says. "Let me guess, girlfriend, fucked off and left you? Or maybe you got fired and you came here to relieve your frustrations? It's always one of the other," the dancer tells as if he knows exactly who Jeongguk is. The elder leans into Jeongguk's ear and whispers, "or maybe pretty little honey boy is a virgin and is looking for an experience of a lifetime?"

To this, Jeongguk scoffs, but it sounds sadder than anything else. He can't find it in himself to push the dancer away, so he lets the elder man stay there. The words don't come, even if he knew what he wanted to say. He didn't come here for a therapy session, but it looks like that's what he's walking straight into. The younger rolls his head to the side as he looks up at the performer. The elder man looks back, an eyebrow arched in curiosity and impatience. "Tell me, sugar boy, what's got your pretty little face in such a foul expression?"

"Do a lot of divorcees come here?" Jeongguk asks, although it was meant to be a thought kept to himself, but he doesn't try to take it back once it's out in the open. He lets it float until Taehyung leans back with his elbows perched on the table behind him, thighs tightly secured around Jeongguk's.

"More often than you may think," he answers. "But that's not what I asked,"

With a heavy sigh, the younger opens his mouth to speak. "My boyfriend broke up with me a little while ago. My friend said I should come here,"

"He was right," the dancer interrupts. "Places like these make you forget. At least- for a little while, that is. Sometimes makes you regret being with us instead of your exes,"
Jeongguk glances up and asks, "will I regret being with you?"

A flicker of heat flares in the dancer's eyes as he leans forward and says, "wanna find out?"

"To talk?" Jeongguk asks.

Taehyung eyes him curiously before he slowly nods and offers a, "if you wanna call it that," before he's getting up and pulling Jeongguk with him.

"Where are we going?" The younger asks but is met with nothing but what he guesses was meant to be a supportive smile from the bartender as they walk past Hoseok before Jeongguk's being tugged through an unknown door that's guarded by a bulky man in a tight black suit. He eyes Jeongguk suspiciously as they walk in and Jeongguk quickly averts his eyes, gulping. They end up in what seems like a never-ending hallway that Taehyung pulls Jeongguk through until they turn a corner to reveal many doors. The theme of this club seems to be deep purples, reds, and blues, with features of sleek black furniture, glass and newspaper covered walls. The aesthetic of the place gives off the artsy vibe, especially when the younger is being turned and pushed into a room that has deep purple lighting and roses in vases. The room features a plush black sofa and a bar with two other doors. But Taehyung is quick to ignore them and lead the younger to the sofa, where Jeongguk's pushed down onto it. The dancer takes purchase on Jeongguk's lap, and the younger honestly feels confused as to where he's supposed to put his hands, so he just sits them beside his own thighs. The dancer eyes him, amused as he leans closer to place Jeongguk's hands on Taehyung's hips, holding them there for a moment before the dancer's hands are around the younger man's neck.

"Talk," the performer demands as he grinds his hips down. Jeongguk gasps in shock, eyes snapping up to look at him. When he doesn't speak, Taehyung stops and says, "if you don't talk, I'll stop,"

The younger then nods, confused and completely out of his comfort zone as the dancer continues to circle his hips downwards, hands gently playing with Jeongguk's hair. "The weather's cold today," the younger blurts out. The dancer is quick to stop and look at him, unimpressed.

"I meant about your lover boy, idiot. Tell me what's on your mind and I'll help you forget it,"

"He's not so much my lover boy anymore," Jeongguk says sourly.

"So what did he do?"

The younger lets out a laugh, but it's rough, fake. There's no real amusement in the situation. "He- We got together in high school. We were that couple, y'know? And it felt nice while it lasted. I really, really love him,"

"Love or loved?" Taehyung asks.

"Love," Jeongguk answers quietly, eyes fluttering closed as Taehyung grinds harder against him. "I still love him. It's only been a few weeks, you can't expect me to get over someone that quick,"

"Touché,"

"Anyway, we were- happy. Everything seemed so good. So- perfect. It was utterly cliché. And it happened so slowly that I didn't even realize it was happening at first. He slowly stopped telling me he loved me, and he slowly stopped buying me flowers. He stopped touching me like he loved me and more like it was a chore,"

"How did you want him to touch you?"

The younger thinks for a moment before he speaks up. "I wanted him to- to touch me like he hadn't seen me in weeks. Like before when he had the hunger for it. When he praised and treasured every part of me. But then it turned into something he had to do. It'd be a miracle if he ever came after that,"

"He sounds like a cunt,"

"He is,"

Taehyung raises an eyebrow to this and says, "if he was so bad then why did you stay with him?"

But Jeongguk can't answer that. Doesn't know how to. Maybe it was the false sense of security it gave him. Or maybe he was just so wrapped up in the lies that he began to believe them. Did believe them. Does believe them.

"Tell me what he did,"

Jeongguk looks up, blinking once, twice. Clearing his thoughts before he speaks. "He's not gay," the younger supplies.

"So bi?" Taehyung asks. Jeongguk shakes his head. "Pan?" The dancer continues. Again, Jeongguk shakes his head and looks away.

"Straight," Taehyung finally says, voice low and blown out. Jeongguk cringes and squeezes his eyes shut. There are some things you just don't want to remember. This is one of them.

"He pretended all through high-school. Said it was an experiment, but then he felt sorry for me. So he stayed until he just couldn't do it anymore. He'd been fucking one of my best friends on the side. Ended up dating her too apparently,"

"Stop talking," Taehyung says lowly, cutting off Jeongguk's next words before they even fall past his lips. "Stop feeling," and with that, he sinks down Jeongguk's body and tugs his jeans down.

"It hurts. I can't just stop feeling,"

"Can't or won't?"

"Both," Jeongguk answers.

"The way I see it," Taehyung says as he grips Jeongguk by the base, slender fingers running chills through the younger's body. "Is that you refuse to let go. Insist on hurting yourself over someone who used you. You'd do anything he said, wouldn't you?"

"No," Jeongguk says, gasping as Taehyung leans forward to lick teasingly at his slit. "That's not true at all,"

"I don't like liars,"

"I'm not lying," Jeongguk insists, but his argument falls weak as Taehyung takes him in whole, sucking him in with hollowed cheeks.

He pulls off all too soon for the younger's liking and says, "if I told you to shut up and let me fuck you, would you?"

And Jeongguk can only emit a soft whine as he lunges at Taehyung, knocking him to the floor. Maybe this dancer is right. He'll make him forget. And maybe regret.