ANOTHER oneshot book that I told myself I wasn't going to do because someone couldn't handle a few dirty images and got my first book deleted...
All BTS x Male Reader, so yeah.
Requests open! 💭
M/N takes a sip from his drink, his eyes sneakily surveying the fancy club slash bar for the woman he was meant to be seducing information from, and he half-listens to an indie song with lyrics too slurred for him to fully understand playing in the background. His eyes dart to the back of the club and spot Yoongi already looking at him as he sits in a booth, pretending to be looking over the menu. Yoongi slightly adjusts the collar of his turtleneck before subtly motioning his head to the left, pushing his glasses further up his nose.
M/N turns his head and sees a woman approach the bar, her high stilettos clacking against the club's marble floor. The dainty mole on her cheeking catches the male's attention just before she elegantly flips her auburn hair over her shoulder while she takes a seat in one of the bar chairs a few feet away, bringing her white clutch to rest on the glass counter, and the long strands run down the back of her baby blue, crop top suit and stop just above her...
M/N's eyes wander down.
More than curvaceous backside.
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'Whew,' M/N bites his lip, 'goddamn...'
Suddenly, M/N's earpiece crackles to life, and the annoyed voice of his boyfriend wafts through.
"Can you stop staring at her ass? That's her."
M/N smirks slyly and lowers his voice.
"Shouldn't I be staring at her, then?"
Truth be told, he's only sizing her up because he knows Yoongi will be watching. He just wants to tease him a bit, M/N would never cheat on his boyfriend. Of course, unless there was no other option when it came to his job, and looking wasn't exactly a crime.
"Shut up," Yoongi growls. "Just go get the info so we can go the fuck home. This turtleneck is itchy."
"Yeah, yeah."
M/N stands up with his drink in hand and walks toward the woman. Just before he's standing next to her, he hurriedly whispers into his earpiece, "What type of drink does she like?"
"Uh... Whiskey, neat, I think. That's what it said in her file."
M/N nods to himself, and sits next to the woman, momentarily ignoring her to flag down the bartender from the other side of the bar.
"Whiskey, neat," he orders coolly.
When he turns to look over at the woman, he finds her already staring at him with a small grin on her lips. M/N swivels his chair to face her and leans an elbow on the counter. She opens her mouth first.
"How'd you know that's how I take my whiskey?" She asks, her voice deep and sultry.
