Malevolent

4."Stripper club Business"

On his arrival there, Seokjin was escorted to a rather small room at the back of all the hall with the 'typical stripper club' business.
Dull mingled shades of blue and red illuminated the hall with a row of poles going up to the roof at one side of it, elevated from the rest of the space.
Tables were placed around the poles in a semi circular pattern which were decorated by different brands of alcohol and drugs even. Hm. People, every gender, although encircled the poles mostly. Horny and drunk like ants around sugar.
The room however was lilac, or atleast the light from the bulb painted it that way, with nothing but a bed in the middle and a figure sitting on one of the couplet sofas in the room, legs resting on the glitterly table in the middle.
Very unlikely of the club's previous decorum, but Seokjin continued anyway.
Taehyung smirked as soon as he saw Seokjin in the doorway.
'Welcome to my humble abode, Jinnie! Didn't expect you to actually-' he coughed sarcastically 'come, you know? Considering our previous rushed encounters.' He smirked deeper.
'Oh nothing personal Taehyung but I have a thing for stripper clubs, you know? Call me kinky but might as well arrest you from here of all places.'
Taehyung chuckled.
'Arrest me with those handcuffs, daddy.' He bit his lips.
'We had a deal.' Jin reminded, looking around the room. Ignoring the boy's flirty remarks.
'We did.' Tae nodded with a sparkle in his eyes.
'Please! Have a seat!' He added after a short pause and then continued talking.
'So, Officer! Drink!?'
He handed Jin a fancy glass which Seokjin accepted silently.
'Hm.'
'So since it's a stripper club and for the sake of the venue let's have a little condition! I'll answer all your questions but as long as these clothes remains on my body. And trust me, I'm willing to take them off quite quickly for you.'
Seokjin just rolled his eyes.
'Mhm.'
"One question equals one piece of clothing. You cool?' Taehyung gestured his hands in a matter of factly way.
'Cool.' Jin clenched his jaw. He was used to playing Taehyung's games by now. And also, all the alcohol in his system was getting it's toll and making him reckless.
Taehyung smirked.

'You're kidding. Right? No?'
Seokjin shook his head, taking a sip of the coffee Jungkook brought.
'He told me his whereabouts, whom he worked for, what kinda work he did, how he become this.'
He paused, then continued.
'No, actually. No he didn't.'
'Hyung...'
'Never trust a word Kim Taehyung says, trust me, I learnt that the hard way.' Seokjin worded his thoughts as a warning to the younger boy who just nodded.

Taehyung was in his lap, now. In nothing but his briefs, arms around his neck. He licked his lips, grinding on him.
Seokjin groaned in return, not averting his gaze from the boy for even a second.
His hands resting on Taehyung's hips, clutching harder by the second.
He wasn't sure what happened next or who started it but he did vividly remember the pair of lips evading his body and touching him at places nobody had ever touched him before.
His own free will somehow jumped out of the window the moment the raven hair boy started moving because as much as Seokjin hated to admit it, he loved the feeling way too much. Perhaps it was the alcohol or the adrenaline rush that he had at that very moment but Taehyung handcuffing him to the bed and fucking him senseless somehow felt better than all the sins he'd ever commit, collectively.
His body reacted to every touch like a spark of a thousand light bulbs and the way their breaths mingled was still a memory of euphoria. Pure bliss to Seokjin. Even though he won't ever admit.

'At that moment, we were infinite.' 'Nothing else mattered.'
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A/N: Soooooo!? Did y'all like the little smut I wrote!? Anyway, I'm not into writing descriptive smut so that's all you're gonna get.
Also, what do you think Taehyung told Seokjin and why wasn't it the truth?