Double mind (Yoonmin/Taekook)

5. Suga

"Mixtape 1? I've heard about that place, are you into rap?" She was giggling.

"I'm a dancer." I muttered even if it had no connection with anything.

I have definitely overdosed the drinks tonight. No actually I have overdosed my roommate.

The fresh air outside was sobering when the girl was clinging to my side licking over my neck, begging me to lie her down in that club restroom. I ignored stumbling forward until we were stopped by a massive bodyguard who checked our ID's before letting us in.

A staircase was leading to a basement that was packed to the last places. A real stage in bright lights was occupied by a young man with thick dreadlocks who was rapping a rather obscene text to a heavy beat.

"I want you to take me like in that song later." Whispered the girl biting my earlobe.

The guy finally finished and left the stage as it was becoming annoying, him swearing to the microphone, the girl trying to reach my lips.

"Give applause to the man who has won last night's battle, the new king of Mixtape 1. Suga!" Yelled a man in a strange yellow shirt and a tiger print fur pulled over his back.

I tensed, was that the guy Soram was willing to record with. A rough voice filled the stage, one so known goosebumps reached my toes. I was standing there staring as it was simply impossible. I must have really been drunk, or has the bartender spilled something heavier into my drink, as there was my roommate on stage. Not that reindeer pajama boy napping at a pile of books through classes anyone. In a long army print coat to black t-shirt and jeans, heavy boots and a thick silver necklace, with that hideous smile of his, rapping like I have never heard anyone rap, he was catching all attention exclusively. There was no trace of that koala like boy with always half opened eyes and a bowl of my cereal under the arm left, just a wild performer who could rock the club leaving his mark on each viewer. That spectacle was his, the stage his kingdom, the audience his slaves. That song so heavy, touching my soul twisting all the knobs, so I could break down into pieces here and now, become one begging mess like that girl who's existence I have completely forgotten, asking - Min Yoongi can you take me like in that song...
Stop! Park Jimin, freaking stop, have you lost your mind like V?

I turned walking out of the cursed club quickly.

"Wait. Just wait!" The girl had difficulties running in high heels trying to catch up to me.

"Do you know my name?" I asked turning around.

"Wasn't it extra handsome with perfect abs." She raised her brow.

"I don't know your name too." I muttered.

The cool night breeze was playing with her long dark hair, her eyes suddenly filled with regret.

"Because I haven't told you my name. We're from the same university and I don't want you to recognize me when you get sober." The small purse she had been holding was trembling in her hand.

"Why is that so?"

"Do you think I want to be slut shamed for sleeping around? But I just like cute guys and sex." She bit her lip. "So let's go to yours, have a quick one and then we will part."

"I prefer parting now." I never sounded so dry before.

"Because I'm straightforward." Her cheeks became red.

"No, because... my roommate... he..." I stuttered.

"Ah, so you're gay. Sorry I had no idea." She tapped my shoulder with pity walking down the street stumbling on the heels.

"I'm not gay!" I shouted behind her but she ignored.

Great I could have some fun with a girl who was like me, who liked cute guys... I mean girls and sex, hook ups without regrets. Why did I say no? Because of that one there looking like the most dangerous bad boy rapper, and his insane tongue skills... I mean not that skills.
I was so mad I could beat myself up but instead I just stumbled all the way back to the dormitory.

The long hallways were crowded, it was break time when I put my backpack on a bench right next to Soram.

"And how was the party last night?" I asked to start a conversation.

"Ah..." She let out a double long sigh. "Me and a Ewa meet two dumb guys who were trying to convince us to hook up with them, they were so annoying we left the party early."

So no luck with Jungkook I thought bot never let it slip.

"By the way, I've seen V at the party last night."

"Kidding?"

"He said a boy has invited him, then got lost somewhere."

"He's still not answering phone calls. I'm really worried by now."

"Maybe that boy and him." Some blushes filled her cheeks.

"V anda living being? Are you sure he's not only able to come onto canvas with paint and brushes."

"Jimin stop! You're such a pig!" She hit my arm playfully.

"Yhymmm." Someone coughed and I looked up to spot V, his face was very pale his eyes carried deep shadows as if he hasn't slept at all. A long gray sweater was covering his posture when he sat down next to me starting to play with a necklace absentmindedly.

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