Erotica- Yoongi [18+]

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"Follow me. . ." Jimin tucked in his bottom lip. Listening to the man's orders that came from no other than Yoongi himself.

And Jimin could feel the heaviness of his heartbeat as he entered the fogginess of the club Yoongi had mentioned to him every here and there. Smelling the immediate mixture of both alcohol and underlying perfume that he couldn't deny smelled good.

Yet the man wasn't focused on that. Wasn't focused on anything more than the endless girls lingering on the poles before him. Some covered more than others. Some revealing practically everything. All were different in some sort of way. And he saw it. Saw each difference.

"Come here. . ." Yoongi's arm was already latched around his shoulder. Pulling the boy's attention away from a few girls who looked all too tempting to his gaze as the graveness of his subtle smirks began to paint his lips. Making him look so attractive. Too attractive.

And Jimin let the elder pull him towards the bar. Accepting the bottle of alcohol within his grasp, as the boy leaned his back against the counter top. Overlooking the girls who he knew he could have surrender to him with just a simple look of the eye. Because Jimin was capable. Capable of getting anyone he wanted.

"Take your pick, huh?" Yoongi couldn't help but smirk. Keeping his arm around the boy who let the bottle of alcohol meet with his lips. All while downing the substance that had his veins running hot, only to laugh underneath his breath. Realizing just how uncaring both him and Yoongi were. Even if a sort of tension between them still lingered upon their auras with each second passing by. Because both knew. Knew that their loved ones had been the same loved ones who got into a car accident.

Yet Jimin never said a word. And neither did Yoongi. Having felt as though moving in silence would gain them what they wanted in the end. Because Jimin could already see where Yoongi's gaze continued lingering. Even if he tried to be discreet about it. But Jimin still noticed. Noticed how as they moved to take a seat at one of the couches, Yoongi would try to distract himself with both alcohol and random girls. Yet his eyes would always linger on her. It being the woman who Jimin wanted the minute he saw.

"Look at that one. . ." With a head tilt, Jimin nudged his shoulder. Knowing that what he was doing was oh so risky. Because Yoongi wasn't good at keeping himself under control. But Jimin just wanted to play. Play the game he'd never end up winning.

And Jimin watched as Yoongi looked over to where he gestured. His hands on another girl's ass, and head tossed back ever so heavily. Yet his gaze still moved itself over to her. It being the girl who had Yoongi's blood running cold. . . the minute he noticed who Jimin was talking about.

"How much do you think it'll take to get her to sleep with me? Huh?" In a laugh, Jimin bit his lip. Continuing to act as though the girl was no one special to the man who's jaw instantly went clenched. And who's gaze became so dark when meeting his own.

"Oh come on, hyung. . . don't go acting so shallow on me now." Jimin shook his head. Knowing that his arrogance was enough to make Yoongi's sanity crack. Because the boy hated to hear the way people would talk about her. Acting as though the woman was nothing more than a free slice of meat.

"Plus you know I'll let you hit it when I'm done—"

"Fuck off already, huh?" Yoongi could barely even sit there anymore. His blood too hot to allow for him to do so much as breathe. Yet he couldn't get up and walk out. Or thrash his fists across the boys face enough times to make him unconscious. Because Yoongi still needed to keep his bluff. His bluff that had his eyes closing shut in need to imagine her voice. Having relished on the times the girl would calm him down. Because it was Ming who caught Jimin's eye the second they got to the club. Even if he didn't exactly know if it was her who got into the accident with his brother. Yet Yoongi let him know that it was. . . all from his body language.