"Yoongi!! Stop moping in that corner and come dance with me. This is a celebration!"Park Jimin holds out his hand for the older man, who is currently sitting at the bar, with a beer in one hand and an unlit cigarette in the other.
The heavy bass of the club music sends a low thud through his body, along with the pulsation of everyone dancing their asses off on the dance floor. Yoongi can literally feel the vibrations going up his ass, no thanks to the cheap bar stool he is sitting on.
With a grimace and a groan, Yoongi lifts his gaze from his drink to the the silver haired male before him, who is dressed in tight leather pants that accentuates his ass, and a white blouse that is unbuttoned just a bit on the top, showing off his collar bones and enough skin to make a nun get on her knees for him.
"I don't see what's so special about celebrating my last day in therapy." He grumbles, his gaze shifting from Jimin to the dance floor. "And why are they here?" he says as he spots Solar and Detective Kang among the sea of dancers hitting it up in the dance floor.
Well, at least Solar is. Detective Kang is trying hard not not to punch someone on the face each time he gets his foot stepped on.
Honestly, Solar and Detective Kang aren't supposed to be there, but when Yoongi's therapist told Chief Kim that Yoongi was finished with his therapy, Chief Kim had to make sure Yoongi was okay, so he sent Solar and Kang to check up on him.
He could have gone himself, but Chief Kim has been way too busy lately dealing with homicide cases that have been mysteriously popping up.
"They, just like me, are here to celebrate with you. So stop your bitching and get that plumped little ass on the dance floor. Tonight is your night!"
Jimin pulls Yoongi off his seat, Yoongi too lazy to fend him off so he goes with it and let's Jimin pull him into the shifting sea of bodies, dragging him to the center where they meet up with Solar and Detective Kang.
The beat switches up to a more bubble gum pop type of song, which is Kang's cue to get off the dance floor and take a break by the bar. Solar remains with Yoongi and Jimin, the three laughing among themselves as they danced the night away.
It's hard to believe that its been one year since the incident with Hoseok, and alot has changed since then.
Yoongi has been going to therapy, well, forced would be a better word to add since he really didn't feel the need, but Chief Kim made him do it, as well as Jimin and the others who encouraged him to get better.
Therapy actually worked, and it gave Yoongi an outlet to let out all that pain he's been harboring since Hoseok's death. It wasn't easy at first, much like any first time with a therapist, but gradually Yoongi got used to it again, and it paid off well in the end.
Yoongi also got himself a job as a delivery guy at a local restaurant near the university. Surprisingly, he got the job through Jimin, who works part time as a waiter there. Jimin quit his job at the night club and is now attending the university to follow his dream.
Speaking of, Jimin has fully recovered since his near death experience with Hoseok. During his stay in the hospital, Yoongi had visited him a lot, both connecting and building up their friendship.
When Jimin was finally discharged, he was sent home, but he didn't want to return to his apartment, not after what happened between him and Hoseok.
The horrible memories were still there, rooted into the walls and on all the surfaces. His home was compromised by that plague of memories, rendering it uninhabitable to him.
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Fracture S2 [Yoonseok FF]
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