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“Tonight’s the night,” Taehyung declared, sliding onto the barstool next to Jimin. He could feel it throbbing in his bones, beating along with the bass of the music echoing in the club. Tonight was the night. He felt taller, like he could touch the skylights on the ceiling, invincible, like even if he was rejected, it would be okay. Taehyung could feel that truth radiating from himself. Everything was aligned. “The bass drop is speaking to me, I’m making my move.” “Yoongi hyung isn't even here tonight,” Jimin said, stretching and craning his neck to look at the door. “But I support you. What’s your plan?” Jimin loved plans, and Taehyung loved that about him. He had plans for homework and finals and his 26-point bullet list of how he was going to woo Hoseok. It was adorable and wonderful and Taehyung didn’t have the heart to tell him that he didn’t need to follow through on points 17-26 because Hoseok was already thoroughly wooed. “I’m going to let it happen.” Taehyung shrugged. “If he shows up.”Jimin looked at him for a beat, then started giggling into his beer. “Taehyungie, I love you.” He raised his glass with a wink. “Want some liquid courage?”He was just joking, of course, but Taehyung liked to prove that he could still surprise Jimin sometimes, even though they shared a heart and a soul, so he snatched the glass out of Jimin’s hand with one raised eyebrow and took the smallest sip possible. He choked, barely stopping himself before he spit it back into Jimin’s glass. Jimin laughed, practically folding in half as he leaned into Taehyung. “Oh my god, that’s so sad.” He grabbed the glass out of Taehyung’s hand. “It’s so sad when you do that, never do it again.” Jimin wrapped his arm around Taehyung and pulled him in for a messy kiss on his cheek. “I believe in you, baby, you can do it, get that ass.” “It’s such a good ass,” Taehyung sighed. It was. It was a great ass, but that ass was attached to a beautiful genius and Taehyung was deeply, deeply in love. It was challenging. Min Yoongi was two years older and best friends with Hoseok. Jimin knew Hoseok from dance, and he’d brought Kim Namjoon and Min Yoongi into their little friend group. Hoseokie hyung was hot and kind and a little dirty and loved doting on Jimin, so he was perfect in Taehyung’s eyes. Kim Namjoon was tall and beautiful and smart and loved talking about artists with Taehyung. Taehyung wanted to spend hours with him and he was such a good hyung, patiently teaching Taehyung English words and sometimes modeling for him. Kim Namjoon had proportions most actual models would kill for, and Taehyung has taken some amazing photos of him.But Min Yoongi. Oh, oh, Min Yoongi. Min Yoongi was small and hot and intensely charismatic, even when he wasn’t on stage. The first time Taehyung had seen him rapping at a showcase with Hoseok, he almost passed out. Taehyung wanted to be near him all the time, as much as possible, even back when he wasn’t sure if Yoongi even liked him. Even back when he thought Yoongi was dating Kim Seokjin, the most beautiful man on earth. (Or at least, that’s what his business cards said. Taehyung wasn’t sure why he needed business cards, but he respected his process.) As soon as Taehyung found out they weren’t dating, that they were just good friends and roommates, it was even harder to stay away from Yoongi. It was just...Taehyung never really figured out how to get closer to him. He watched the way Yoongi gave Hoseok and Seokjin all kinds of shit, but Taehyung wasn’t really on the shit-giving level of friendship with him. It wasn’t that Tae didn’t understand how to lovingly bully people, he and Jimin did it all the time, but he was a little too open, a little too sincere around people he liked, and he was worried he’d just stumble over his words and confess or something. At first he’d thought that Yoongi didn’t like him, because he never messed around with him like he did the other guys, but one time, when he was excitedly telling a story about his new camera and Seokjin was gently teasing him about talking for so long and mixing up his metaphors, Yoongi placed his hand over Taehyung’s, large and warm and firm, and squeezed it gently. “Ah, hyung,” he’d said, “it’s fine, let him talk.” And then he’d quietly asked Taehyung questions about his photography for the next twenty seven minutes exactly, and they were the best twenty seven minutes of Taehyung’s life up until now. He was horribly, desperately in love. But Taehyung also wasn’t stupid. He was handsome; he’d have to be terminally unaware to not realize that, with the sometimes embarrassing amount of attention he got for it. It wasn’t anything he’d thought about much, but what was the point of being beautiful if he didn’t use it to his advantage sometimes? So he wore subtle makeup to enhance his best features when he knew he was seeing Yoongi, and loose-cut shirts that showed off his collarbones, and he worked on his “hey I’m fuckable” slouch, which Jimin swore was the most fuckable thing he’d ever seen.And...Taehyung didn’t want to get his hopes up, but he thought it might be working. There wasn’t anything specific he could put his finger on, but he could feel it, the subtle pull of attraction. So tonight was the night. The whole group was supposed to meet up here, but Seokjin and Jungkook had some kind of “mission” that involved them trying to sneak into Lotte World tonight, Taehyung wasn’t going to ask why, but he hoped they were going to send him pictures. Namjoon had a date and he’d bowed out at the last minute, so it was just going to be the four of them. If Hoseok and Yoongi ever showed up.“They’re here,” Jimin hissed, yanking on his arm. Taehyung went up on his toes, scanning the crowd and -- oh, there they were. He could see Hoseok’s bright red hair, bobbing along next to Yoongi. “Oh my god, don’t let them see us, wait--” Jimin yanked Tae’s hand down just as he was about to to wave hello. “Point seventeen,” Jimin said meaningfully, holding up a glass of water. “Right,” Taehyung said, and dumped the water down the front of Jimin’s white t-shirt. “Oh no,” he said slowly, deadpan, shaking his head. “How clumsy. I seem to have spilled all of this water on your shirt and now it is see-through, clearly defining your hot bod. Whatever shall we do?” Taehyung slowly raised his shoulders and hands, turning himself into an exaggerated version of the shrug emoji.“I look good, right?” Jimin bit his lip and smoothed his hands down the front of his shirt, making the wet fabric stick even tighter, outlining every sculpted muscle. “You’re a beautiful god,” Taehyung said, kissing him on the forehead. “Now go seduce your mortal.” Hoseok noticed them when they were about halfway across the room. He was already smiling and laughing with Yoongi, but when he saw Jimin he lit up even more, waving at them to come over, his eyes widening as he saw Jimin’s wet shirt. Perfect. Hoseok was lovely but clingy, if he was distracted by Jimin, there was a better chance of Taehyung getting Yoongi all alone.“Hey, you’re here!” Hoseok called out as they got close enough that he didn’t have to yell. He was smiling his usual friendly smile, but Taehyung noticed that his eyes hadn’t moved far from the general area of Jimin’s chest. “We were just going to dance, come on!” Yoongi looked surprised. “We were just going to what?” But Hoseok was already grabbing Jimin by the hand and pulling him into the crowd, both of them already moving perfectly in time to the beat. Taehyung loved watching them dance together, it was art. He looked back at Yoongi, who was watching Hoseok and Jimin with the same fond expression. “Hyung,” Taehyung said, holding out his hand. “Come on.”Yoongi smiled, almost shyly. It was cute, and a surprising look for him. Taehyung played it up a bit, swaying his hips and dancing up on him a little. “Hyunnnggg, dance with me, I’m feeling it tonight.”“When are you not feeling it,” Yoongi said, but he took Taehyung’s hand and let himself be led to a clear spot on the edge of the dance floor, not too far from Jimin and Hoseok. Yoongi looked good tonight, in a black button down and tight, ripped jeans. He was wearing silver jewelry and his hair was styled back. When Taehyung danced close to him, he could smell the musky undertones of cologne as Yoongi started to sweat. Taehyung wondered if he was coming out to hook up tonight; Yoongi rarely went out just to go out, even for Hoseok’s sake. Good. That made things easier for Taehyung. The DJ put on an old Epik High song that Taehyung didn’t quite recognize, but Yoongi squawked and started jumping around to it, shaking his ass and laughing. Pretending to hold a mic for him, Taehyung danced around him in circles as Yoongi rapped every part with a big smile on his face. He was being silly about it, but it was still so super hot. When the next song came on, Yoongi grabbed Taehyung’s hands and pulled him in, grinning from ear to ear. “You’re a good dancer,” he said, getting up on his toes to talk into Taehyung’s ear.“So are you,” Taehyung said, and because Min Yoongi brought out some kind of unfiltered honesty mode in him, Taehyung added, “I can’t believe you’re good at like, everything. What aren’t you good at?”“Parking,” Yoongi said promptly, and Taehyung started laughing. “I’ve lived in Seoul without a car for too long, I can’t parallel park to save my life.”“Cars are a blight on the urban landscape anyway,” Taehyung said reassuringly.“Thank you, that’s exactly what I told Jin-hyung.” Yoongi stopped dancing for a second to drain the last of his beer.“Did he have to park for you or--” Taehyung smirked and moved in closer, letting his hand drift lightly over Yoongi’s hip.The music changed, the faster house track blending into something a little slower, not quite chill hop, a little more hype than that, but something with a steady, thudding beat and some jazzy piano over it. Yoongi was wiping his forehead and smiling a polite little smile, as if to thank Taehyung for the dance. Taehyung wasn’t really interested in polite right now. And he didn’t want Yoongi to go anywhere.Do it do it do it do it the bass said, thudding in his heart.Seemingly in slow motion, Taehyung stepped into Yoongi’s space and deliberately slid his hand up Yoongi’s arm, bare skin to bare skin for the first time. Taehyung’s breath hitched. He couldn’t help it. He could feel the slight dampness from Yoongi sweating and the tickle of hair along his palm, proof that this was a real boy in front of him, not some unattainable dream that Taehyung had been longing for. He was a hot guy at a club. Taehyung was a hot guy at a club. It was meant to be. “Dance with me?” Taehyung asked. “A little more?”Yoongi looked frozen where he stood, his pretty little mouth hanging slightly open. Suddenly worried they weren’t on the same page, Taehyung rushed to say, “If you want to, I mean. Only if you want to.” Flicking his eyes down to Taehyung’s hand, Yoongi covered it with his own and moved it up so Taehyung was gripping his shoulder. Yoongi stepped closer and Taehyung let out a breath. He wasn’t wrong. The universe wasn’t wrong. Tonight was the night. “Yeah,” Yoongi said, but he didn’t sound casual. The way his eyes widened and his cheeks flushed didn’t look casual. “We can dance.”Taehyung put his other arm around Yoongi’s waist, moving in slowly, running his fingers lightly into the dip of his spine, right above the waistband of his jeans. The beat pounded through the club, through them, and Taehyung tried to move with it, tried to follow it with something that looked like dancing, but ended up with him pulling Yoongi even closer, breathing in the scent of his shampoo as he pressed his nose to Yoongi’s hair, rocking together to the music. Yoongi still seemed a little surprised, almost stiff at first, but he loosened up quickly, swaying his hips along with Taehyung. He splayed his hands across Taehyung’s back, hot and heavy and wide. Taehyung was the taller one, the broader one, but he still felt held and safe in this moment. Yoongi was looking at him still with those sharp, hungry eyes, and even though Taehyung had been the one to start things, he suddenly felt off balance. This was maybe where one of Jimin’s plans would come in handy. “Hyung,” he said, a little unsure of what he was asking. And like always, like when Taehyung needed help finding the right music or when he couldn’t find the right words, Yoongi was there for him. He slid his hands all the way up Taehyung’s back, dragging twin paths of tingling warmth that radiated out through Taehyung’s whole body, until he got to Taehyung’s neck. Giving him one last look, possibly either as a warning or a question, Yoongi gently cupped the back of his head and pulled him down into a kiss. It wasn’t a first kiss kind of kiss. Taehyung had had a lot of first kisses, and they were almost always sweet and tentative, just getting to know the other person, seeing if there was some kind of spark there. The spark was there between him and Yoongi. It had been there for months. It exploded the second they kissed, gasping into each others’ mouths, tongues sliding together. Taehyung could hear Yoongi making sweet, muffled little noises in the back of his throat as they kissed and he wanted more of that, wanted to hear them louder, so he wrapped his arm tighter around Yoongi and pulled him closer, flush against his body. The noise Yoongi made in response was incredible. The music changed again, building to something faster. Taehyung heard people making noise on the dance floor, getting into it, whistling, cheering their friends on, and he realized he was grinding on his crush out in public, in a public space. He didn’t give a fuck about any potential homophobes, that wasn’t the problem, but he was really hard and three seconds away from riding Yoongi’s thigh, and maybe there was a chance people didn’t want to see that. Taehyung pulled back, taking in how good Yoongi looked, with his mouth kissed all red and slick, the ends of his hair damp with sweat and sticking to his forehead. “Sorry,” Taehyung whispered. “I got carried away. You’re beautiful.” “I’m--” Yoongi looked hilariously offended for a second, scrunching up his nose in a way that was so cute Taehyung wanted to kiss it, so he did. “I’m-- have you seen--” Yoongi was still sputtering. “I’ll be good,” Taehyung promised. He let his fingers dance up and down Yoongi’s side like children chasing each other, with just enough pressure not to tickle. “Friendly hands, I swear.” Yoongi stared at him. Taehyung could see the lights of the club reflecting across his face, flashing on the silver chains around his neck. Taehyung wanted to bite them, to scrape his teeth down Yoongi’s throat and catch the chains in his mouth. He wanted to take Yoongi apart and take care of him and show him how good he could make him feel. “What if I don’t want that?” Yoongi asked. He reached up and traced the line of Taehyung’s collar, dipping into the hollow of his collarbones. Taehyung shivered, biting his lip. God, he wasn’t any less hard than he was a minute ago. “What?” He couldn’t follow what was going on, he just wanted to touch Yoongi and he knew he couldn’t, not right here. “What if,” Yoongi said, letting his hand fall down to Taehyung’s stomach, right above the button of his pants, “I don’t want you to be good.”“Oh,” Taehyung said, and did the first thing he thought of, which was to reach around and grab Yoongi by the ass. “Okay, yeah, fuck, oh my god, I’m going to take such good care of you.” He heard Yoongi gasp, but he was too focused on trying to find a place to go, somewhere more private--Across the sea of dancing people, Taehyung caught Jimin’s eye. Jimin looked up from where he was grinding up on Hoseok and smiled, saw Taehyung, saw Yoongi, immediately understood because he was the best soulmate a man could ask for, and jerked his head toward the back of the room. Taehyung looked over and saw a dark alcove created by two huge lion statues set back against the wall. It was some kind of faux-Chinese obnoxious decoration, but the fact was that the hind legs of the lions created a shadowy space that was private enough. Taehyung had saved six months for this outfit. He wasn’t about to defile it in a club bathroom. Taehyung looked back at Jimin, who gave him a thumbs-up, whipped his shirt off and draped it around his shoulders, and dragged Hoseok out into the center of the dance floor. Somewhere, a glass shattered on the floor, presumably from someone being so overcome by a shirtless Park Jimin that they lost control of their hands. Understandable. Hoseok looked surprised and a little overwhelmed, but Taehyung saw Jimin yell, “Dance off!” and then Hoseok immediately got with the program, stretching, showing off with a little footwork. “Come on,” Taehyung said, pulling Yoongi to the back of the room. “Jimin’s creating a distraction.” Once they got into the dark corner, with the crowd cheering and yelling behind them, a distant roar in the background, Yoongi leaned casually against the back wall, pulling Taehyung toward him by the front of his shirt."Hi," Taehyung said, resting his forehead against Yoongi's. This was crazy, that this was happening, that this was all really working. He caught Yoongi's mouth in another kiss, more gentle this time, pressing his hand against Yoongi's heart. Their hips were still swaying like they were dancing, slower than the beat pounding out in the club, but enough for plausible deniability if anyone saw them.Yoongi slid his hands up inside the front of Taehyung's shirt, rubbing the pads of his fingers across Taehyung's belly. He was staring at his hands, his bottom lip caught in his teeth. Taehyung shivered, pushing his hips forward. "Fuck," Yoongi muttered. "Fuck, you're so hot.""Kiss me," Taehyung gasped, letting his mouth drop to Yoongi's temple. "God, please--"Surging up, Yoongi caught his mouth and kissed him hard, making that same whining noise in the back of his throat that Taehyung instantly loved, so he chased it, kissing him harder as their bodies moved together, just barely keeping up the pretense of dancing. Taehyung slotted his leg in between Yoongi's legs and grabbed his hips, urging him forward.Yoongi slid one of his hands further up Taehyung's shirt, circling his thumb around his nipple. Pleasure sparked through Taehyung's whole body, making him grunt and thrust into nothing."Yeah, that's it," Yoongi said, barely loud enough for Taehyung to hear over the noise of the club. "Let me feel you." Yoongi's other hand slid down to cup Taehyung through his pants and Taehyung moaned, right there out loud in the club, a deep, throaty moan he couldn't hold back. "Jesus," Yoongi breathed, feeling the length of him while Taehyung shuddered in his hand, "look at you, you're huge.""I want you to look at me," Taehyung said, kissing behind Yoongi's ear, down his neck. "I want to see you, I want to do this in a bed, in the light." He tugged on Yoongi's ear with his teeth as he thrust into his hand. It was too dry, it was through his clothes, but he felt himself shaking just because it was Yoongi, Yoongi's strong, sure, wide hands touching him. "I want to touch you, touch your skin.”“Fuck, Tae,” Yoongi arched against him, gasping. He made a little pained noise and squirmed. The music behind them changed again, but Taehyung could still hear everyone cheering for Jimin and Hoseok. Taehyung remembered to try to move his body like he was dancing, not fucking, but right now he just wanted to take Yoongi apart. Yoongi’s hand dropped between them and he winced again, muttering, “fucking jeans.”The music around them changed again, but Taehyung could hear that everyone was still focused on the dance off, so he kept his attention on Yoongi. It wasn’t difficult. He looked incredible, hot and sweaty and aroused, leaning back against the wall, biting his lip as he held Taehyung’s gaze. Yoongi kept eye contact with him as he slowly bunched his fist into the material of his shirt, pulling it out of the front of his jeans. Taehyung’s heart stuttered and jumped in time to the beat, frozen in anticipation. He couldn’t drag his eyes away. Yoongi’s hand disappeared under the hem of his shirt and it was clear what he was doing, Taehyung knew exactly what was happening, but he couldn’t believe it, not until Yoongi sighed in relief and pulled Taehyung in for another kiss. “Needed some room,” Yoongi said, just before their lips met. Yoongi, who was kissing him. Yoongi, who had taken his dick out in the club just because of Taehyung. Moaning into Yoongi’s mouth, Taehyung put his hand under Yoongi’s shirt, tracing the edge of the waistband of his jeans, stopping to rub his thumb over the little trail of hair leading down from his bellybutton. Taehyung wanted to put his mouth on it, he wanted to get on his knees right here, right where everyone in the club could see him. Yoongi whined into his mouth and fumbled with the button on Taehyung’s pants. Fuck, they were doing this, this was really happening. A loud crash near them startled Taehyung and he jerked forward, slapping his palm on the wall over Yoongi’s head, covering him with his body. But nobody was there, and now it felt even more private, just the two of them in this dark and quiet place, where all Taehyung could hear anymore was the sound of both of them breathing. Yoongi got Taehyung’s pants open and pushed their hips together. Taehyung gasped and surged against him, feeling Yoongi’s hardness against his own. It wasn’t a good angle, their heights were too different, and they were still in their underwear, but the fact of it had Taehyung shuddering. He slid his nose into the hair at Yoongi’s temple and panted, “Please, please, god, please,” as he shoved his thigh higher between Yoongi’s legs. “Yeah,” Yoongi said, grinding down on Taehyung’s thigh, his eyes dark. “I got you, I got you.” Yoongi licked his own palm, which was so hot that Taehyung grabbed his hand and licked it again himself, scraping his teeth down the palm until Yoongi shook under him. After that, it was quick. Yoongi wrapped his hand around Taehyung and stroked him, muttering, “fuck, fuck, you’re gorgeous, come on,” as he grabbed Taehyung by the front of the shirt and pulled him closer, mouthing along his jaw, and that was it, it was too much, Taehyung could feel it building in his gut, making his legs shake. He curled the hand that was against the wall into a fist and came, panting into Yoongi’s hair, dropping sloppy kisses on his head. There was a burst of cheering from behind them, and Taehyung figured they didn’t have much longer, so he didn’t want to take time to bask in the afterglow. “Now you,” Taehyung urged, but Yoongi already had that idea, using the hand that was covered in Taehyung’s come to jerk himself off, fast and wild, his little pink bottom lip caught in his teeth, his eyes squeezed shut. Taehyung could feel Yoongi’s whole body tensing up, drawing tight, and he urged him on, pressing his thigh firmly between Yoongi’s legs and circling his hand over the head of his cock lightly. “Come on baby,” Taehyung whispered, wrapping his arm around Yoongi’s lower back and hitching him up, he gathered him close. “I want to put my mouth on you,” Taehyung murmured. “Can I do that? Later? Can I go on my knees for you?”
At that, the tension in Yoongi’s body snapped and he arched, coming all over his hand, his other hand scrabbling down the front of Taehyung’s shirt. “Fuck, Tae,” Yoongi said, panting, holding up his hand. “Oh my god.” Yoongi covered his face with his other hand. “I can’t believe we did that,” he said. He looked so cute and so hot, Taehyung couldn’t stand it. He could just feel the affection welling up from his toes to his chest to his whole soul, and he couldn’t hold it in anymore.“So I like you,” Taehyung blurted out. “Obviously. Or not obviously. I like you in a way where I want to date you, not just get off with you in a club. But I’d be down for getting off again. Not just in a club.” Yoongi smiled again, that cute sort of shy smile, and said, “I’d like that, but maybe we can talk about this later?” He waved his come-covered hand in the air as he tried to tuck himself back into his pants. “Oh, sorry,” Taehyung said. “Here, let me,” and he licked the rest of the come off Yoongi’s fingers. It was a little gross, but not too bad, and this way they could get to the bathroom without being too obvious. “That’s not what I-- okay,” Yoongi said. He looked amused and a little turned on again. “Okay, that’s-- you just did that, okay. Do you want to get out of here?” “We can shower at my place,” Taehyung offered. He took a step backwards out of their little shelter to scan the crowd for Jimin and found him immediately. He was shirtless and making out with Hoseok in the middle of the dance floor while Hoseok was doing something inhumanly erotic with hips. No wonder nobody had been looking at Taehyung and Yoongi. “I think Jiminie is going home with Hoseokie hyung tonight.”“Nice,” Yoongi said, looking around Taehyung. “Oh good, Hobi’s so pissy when he’s sexually frustrated, this is going to make my life so much easier.” He made a face. “Okay, okay, let’s move, my underwear situation is getting gross, let’s skip the awkward post-sex stuff and get right to your shower.”“But I don’t feel awkward,” Taehyung said, letting himself be led out of the club, ducking past clumps of people who had no idea what they’d just done. It made Taehyung feel giddy. “I just like you. And i’m happy.” Yoongi looked at him, surprised, then his face melted into a smile. “I like you too,” he said. “And I’m happy too.” “Happier after the shower,” Taehyung suggested, pulling him in with one arm and waving down a cab with the other. “Happier after the shower,” Yoongi agreed.