Tomorrow│YM

[21] Don't Overthink It

⚠️ Trigger warning: degradation, implied (but not explicit) violence.

At first, Jimin didn't move.

His heart thrummed with the unrelenting beat of the music as they consumed each other from across the club. The dance floor lights refracted off Hoseok's dewy, tan skin, highlighting his sharp features. His hands glided over Jeonghwa's lithe body, but his stare was unabating. His eyes were cool, his smirk was impassive, yet his challenge was clear.

What are you gunna do about this?

Jimin ran his tongue along his lower lip. Ever so slightly, Hoseok's eyes narrowed, allowing Jimin's to break from their hold with a satisfied simper, only to be tangled in the sticky web of another. Jeonghwa's knowing leer taunted him, igniting his nerves.

He bore no ill-will for the puckish woman, but she had stumbled, maybe intentionally, into his territory - and he needed to reclaim it.

Any modicum of composure that Jimin had left was shattered the moment Jeonghwa blindly clawed along Hoseok's neck and shoulders behind her, catching on the collar of Hoseok's button up. Her fingers slipped inside his shirt, daring to touch the forbidden flesh beneath. Jimin felt a low growl rumble from deep within his chest.

That was Jimin's. Fucking. Collarbone.

The next moments were a blur. Suddenly he was out from behind the bar, tracking the pair as he stalked through the swampy mass of bodies that flowed with the music. He moved gracefully, dipping and weaving between the clubbers, his movements unconsciously syncing up with the music.

Fuck, he missed this.

There was a fire in Jimin, one that kindled long before he realized Hoseok had snuck into the club. It burned hotter now; primal and all-consuming.

Stopping a few paces away, Jimin observed them like a predator would his prey, considering his next steps. Clueless patrons bobbed between them, but he did not miss the way Hoseok's grip pulled her hips to fit snugly in his lap and how their bodies rolled as one.

Ignoring Hoseok's smug little smirk, Jimin advanced on them. Hoseok's eyes widened when he was all but an arms length away, showing no sign of stopping.

Their arms connected as Jimin brushed passed. Jimin felt his face flush at the contact, but he did not look back. Instead, he casually ran his hand along the lower back of another dancer, encouraging the man to spin around and grin.

"Fucking finally," Kai exclaimed, immediately grabbing Jimin by the waist. "I thought I lost you for good."

Jimin looked over his shoulder to make sure he had his audience.

He did.

"Well I'm back now," Jimin sighed, placing a hand on Kai's shoulder and mirroring his fluid hip movements. "Sorry for being a dick earlier."

"No worries, dude," Kai dismissed easily. "Speaking of dicks, I haven't seen yours in, what, a week?"

Jimin barked out a sincere laugh at his wording. "Yeah, he's gone."

Kai snickered. "Gone gone?"

Jimin nodded.

"Good riddance to that prick. Does that mean I get you to myself tonight?" Kai asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

Jimin laughed again, this time tipping his head back and carding his fingers through his sweat-saturated hair. He stole another glance, confirming that he still held Hoseok's attention captive.

Every move Jimin made was calculated, down to the hand he chose to rest on Kai's shoulder so that he didn't obstruct Hoseok's view. When he threw his head back, he was mindful to spotlight the outline of his adam's apple, and when he laughed with Kai, he acted as if no one else was in the room.