𝙱𝚃𝚂 𝙸𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂

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*Non-idol AU*

(Bottom!Yoongi x Top!Male Reader)

The bridge of Min Yoongi's nose scrunches in distaste over the rim of a glass full of a drink he didn't care to remember the name of as he glares at the sweating, dancing bodies grinding up against each other to the loud techno track playing in the background. Yoongi hates everything there was to hate about night clubs, from the high-contrast LED lights circulating on the ceiling to the overly-crowded bathrooms with lines that go down the block.

Clubbing is not Yoongi's forte, never will be, so the male doesn't understand how he ended up going to one for his twenty-sixth birthday.

No, wait, he does.

His best friend Hoseok had dragged him out of his apartment that evening after texting him to, "get dressed in something that's not sweatpants and a hoodie," and they set off down the road only to pull into the parking lot of the last place Yoongi wanted to spend his Saturday. He knew he should have turned the damn car around.

The drinks weren't that good either if Yoongi's being honest. Even though he ordered the fruitiest-sounding drink on the menu at the time, the alcohol level was still fairly high and left a bitter taste in his mouth, quite literally. The air is stuffy and hot, no thanks to the releasing hormones and lack of air circulation, and makes the male wonder how this is even remotely enjoyable to some people.

Yoongi sighs, toying with the straw in his glass and turns his eyes away from the dancefloor.

He is not enjoying himself, and Hoseok didn't exactly try to make it better by abandoning him for the first piece of potential ass he came across as soon as the pair crossed the threshold of the nightclub.

This birthday was just not it.

Yoongi would have left a lot sooner if it wasn't for the fact that Hoseok was his ride home, but he was truly considering walking home at this point. His best friend was probably off sucking face with someone and contemplating to just leave him there for that one-night-stand anyway, so why not just leave first to save himself the embarrassment?

"You look a bit bored," a voice semi-yelled to be heard over the music thumping through the club's marble floor, and Yoongi turned.

His eyes widen at the sight of a male leaning against the bar's glass counter, casually swirling the ice in his glass of dark liquid, and if words had to describe how attractive he is, Yoongi is struggling immensly struggling to find them.

Not saying that he's ugly, oh no, but because the man is just too damn pretty.

His [color] hair gently sways in the wind of the bar's pathetic excuse of a fan that did little to nothing against the heat, and his half-lid eyes gazed down at Yoongi in mild interest and a bit of something else that leaves the shorter's stomach to bubble in anticipation of where this might go.

However, Yoongi won't let him know that, so he regains his composure and plays with his straw.

"Is that the best you could come up with?" Yoongi snorts, and the mystery man gives a chuckle that goes unheard because of the club's music.

"Well," he begins, leaning in a bit closer so that he wouldn't have to yell for the entirety of the conversation, and half-smirks, "I didn't want to ask you if you wanted to dance since it seems like you're totally indifferent to anything other than your straw."

Yoongi stops messing with the straw and clears his throat, his cheeks flushing a light pink.

"Plus," the man continues, shrugging his shoulders, "it wasn't a pickup line. I was just making an observation. You look like you're not enjoying yourself."