Roses You Left For Me

6

AN// sorry for the long chapter ㅠㅠ

It's the next night that he returns to the club. After begging Namjoon to lend him some money, and swearing him to secrecy, Jeongguk walks back into the building, holding himself tightly. He has no idea what to do with the wad of money in his wallet, doesn't even know if he's meant to just hand over a handful of cash. He walks in with hawk eyes, watching everyone around him. Hoseok greets him with a brilliantly white smile. "Jeongguk," he says. "Wasn't sure you'd be back,"

"Hi," Jeongguk says shyly as he pulls himself up to sit on the barstool, legs dangling above the floor as he looks around cautiously.

"So, what's your poison?" Hoseok asks, already taking an empty glass.

Jeongguk shakes his head. "Nothing for me, thanks. Wanna keep a clear head, y'know?"

Hoseok just nods and puts the glass back.

Jeongguk remains silent as he looks around. It's not until another bartender moves from his line of sight that he sees Taehyung, who sits at the other end of the bar, one arm folded under him and the other supporting his chin with a cupped hand.

The dancer, already aware of Jeongguk's arrival, just smirks at him, eyes dark. Jeongguk can't seem to take his eyes away, watching as Taehyung's tongue sweeps across his bottom lip, settling in his cheek to look cocky.

Realizing that his mouth is hanging open, Jeongguk quickly shuts it and averts his gaze, whole body suddenly hot as he shifts around.

Hoseok pays no mind to either of them, busying himself in serving a group of customers, looking as though they're having a stag party in the club.

But Jeongguk doesn't miss the curve of Taehyung's finger, edging the younger forward.

And Jeongguk will follow him anywhere. He'd walk off the edge of the Earth if he could.

Without a word to a busy Hoseok, Jeongguk slips off of the stool and follows Taehyung.

He almost reminds himself of those cartoons that float in the air when they smell something delicious.

Taehyung smirks as Jeongguk gets closer, reaching out to take his wrist to tug the younger through the door, guarded by different men that look down at Jeongguk with turned up noses.

He lets himself be pulled through the same corridor, taking less time to marvel at everything, and only focusing on how warm Taehyung's hand is around his wrist.

Taehyung pulls Jeongguk through the same door and leads the younger to the bar that sits in the corner.

Without a second thought, the elder effortlessly lifts Jeongguk by his thighs to sit on the edge of the sleek, black, bar.

"So," Taehyung begins as he runs his hands up and down Jeongguk's thighs. "What brings this baby back here?"

Jeongguk can't bring himself to speak, just marveling at how Taehyung has a lip ring on his lower lip, the silver sparkling in the low purple lights.

Instead of his shorts and red blouse, today he wears an oversized black hoodie that reaches his lower thighs.

He's once again, barefoot, legs adorned in fishnets and a large black collar with a silver hoop in the middle around his neck. His eye makeup is dark and smudged, hair tousled.

His smirk never falters as he leans closer, slender fingers gripping around Jeongguk's muscular thighs.

"Cat got your tongue?" Taehyung asks with a sense of humor in his voice.