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Swimmin’ In Sinners (yg x hs) ||+18||

{one-shot +3 parts}

•Notes•

Pairing: Criminal Yoongi x Police Officer Hoseok

Genre: eventual smut, teasing, bickering, slight fluff

Summary: In the 1930s with the Prohibition Act in full effect, Min Yoongi, the owner of a local speakeasy settled in the heart of New York is barely able to make ends meet. But when the appearance of a mysterious and alluring police officer comes to shut down his bar, will Yoongi have to face the federal consequences of his actions, or will this sinner be able to swim in his desires?

Part 1 word count: 1,762

A/N: enjoy! No warnings apply to this!

Parts: one, two, three

-`ღ´- ~~~~~~~ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧~~~~~~~ -`ღ´-

Act One

The new decade brought in by the 1930s and ruled by Herbert Hoover for the second term was one of innovation. Clothing was changing: girls' waists were cinched and men’s hats were getting bigger and Hollywood had become a staple in the media and global influence. But for most, the 1930s was a time for rolling up their sleeves and getting to work after the ramifications of the market crash affected almost every household.

But for Min Yoongi, the 1930s meant a bad omen for his speakeasy. Even before prohibition, Yoongi had enough to worry about with the feds breathing down his alley and getting enough supplies to keep the business afloat. But once prohibition was passed everything was raised “to all hell.”

“Ah, but we’re doing alright, ain’t we?”

Yoongi rolled his eyes as he counted the money he made for the night. The dim lights did little to help him but his eyes had become accustomed to the stuffy dark atmosphere and still easily counted the bills stuffed in his hand. “If being $20 short is ‘alright’ to you then, yeah. We’re doing just fine, Taehyung.”

“Relax, will you? We’ll make it up.” Taehyung answered from the barstool in front of Yoongi. A bright glimmer shot across his almond-shaped eyes as his voice perked up in anticipation, “how’s about I go up on stage again? The crowd loved it last time and I’ve been rehearsing.”

A small smirk graced Yoongi’s lips at the thought of a hopeful Taehyung bouncing onto the stage to sing one of his favorite jazz songs. “As much I’d love for you to showcase your talent, I need you behind the bar.”

Taehyung’s smile didn’t diminish as he quipped readily, “Jungkook can handle it! I’ve been teaching him-”

“-Not with my supplies I hope.”

“Of course not, he’s been practicing at my place. He’s a pretty quick learner, Yoongi. I’m sure if you gave him a chance he could be more than a busboy!”

The urgency in Taehyung’s usually relaxed tone caught Yoongi’s eye as he put the cash he made into a white envelope. He rested his gaze upon the younger man in front of him, he was dashing with his chestnut swept-back hair and pink tongue darting out to lick his lips in anticipation.

“You’re really gunning for Jungkook, aren’t ya?”

Taehyung nodded vehemently, causing Yoongi to sigh. Even with it being the 1930s Taehyung had been upfront about his sexuality ever since the two had met and Yoongi was fine with it, being gay never affected Taehyung’s performance as a bartender and so he didn't make a big fuss over it. What did irritate Yoongi, was when Taehyung’s weekly crushes would distract him from his priorities and this week’s crush on the newly hired fresh-faced busboy from Missouri was beginning to rear its ugly head.

Yoongi always joked about Taehyung’s naive heart, who would always claim he had found the love of his life only to get bored and move on. Yoongi figured it would take a few more years for Taehyung to truly understand what love was, so for now, Yoongi let him carry on with his antics. But ever since Jungkook flashed his youthful smile Taehyung had been completely driven to have Yoongi promote him to a higher position. And unfortunately, Taehyung was a great persuader and a damn good bartender. At least good enough for Yoongi to trust him.

“You’re sure he can handle it?”

Taehyung nodded again, the smile on his lips widening as Yoongi hung his head to face the glossed wooden bar counter before lifting it to face his friend.

“One night. If he screws it up he’s back on dish duty, Taehyung.”

The younger man practically leaped out of his seat as he clamored over the counter to enwrap Yoongi into a tight hug before darting out of the room to presumably tell his crush the good news, leaving Yoongi alone to shake his head and finish cleaning the bar on his own.

As the man grabbed a dirty white rag from under the counter and began wiping down the countertops, memories of past lovers floated through his head. When he was young, ambitious, and free of crime (well most crime) Yoongi dabbled in the dating scene, leaving hearts behind and having his abandoned as well. Youth is a time for exploration, a blank canvas ready for the strokes of colorful paint to define it and that’s exactly what Yoongi did.

He couldn’t say he was mad at Taehyung for wanting to do the same (even if it was more impassioned) as when the nights were cold and Yoongi’s bed seemed especially empty, he couldn’t help but picture someone there to assuage his desires and put his neglected body at ease and send him down a river of nirvana.

Yoongi huffed a despondent puff of air as he finished up his daily routine of cleaning up the speakeasy before heading up to his apartment above the bar to sleep in a bed made much too large for one person.

❦ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ❦

“Face it, Jung. Chief’s gonna fire ya.”

Jung Hoseok, who had barely any time to himself, was now dealing with the foolishness of his colleague who interrupted the one break the man had gotten all day.

With a tired sigh, Hoseok put his turkey sandwich down before gazing to look at his friend who sat across from him at his desk. A look of disheartened sadness was painted across his striking face.

“What’re you going on about now, Namjoon?”

“It’s not me you should be worried about. It’s the Chief.” Namjoon gestured over his shoulder to the Chief’s office whose blinds obstructed the view inside. “Told me to send you to his office after your break.”

Hoseok sighed as a small smile graced his lips, “well if he called me my break must be over then. I’ll see you on the other side.”

“I hope not!” Hoseok heard his friend call back to him as he made his way to the office.

He was sure Namjoon was just being dramatic as usual but figured coming in with a cautious and formal attitude would be a great start to a potential firing. As if the job market wasn’t already scarce, finding another would be damn near impossible with the economy the country was hassled in right now.

As Hoseok made his way to the door he went over all the possible things he may have done wrong. Was it when he screwed up that parking ticket? Or when he was scolded for being late (on account of Namjoon’s car breaking down), or for forgetting his badge when on patrol?

Soon the door to the office swung open after Hoseok knocked gently on it to be greeted by his Chief, a small smile plastered on his face.

“Jung, come in, have a seat. There are some things I need to discuss with you.” Hoseok did as he was told while the older man sat across from him at his desk that was adorned in family photos and awards. The smell of jet black coffee permeated the night air as the Chief continued talking, “you’ve been doing good the past few weeks, Jung. You’re a great officer.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“With all this mess going on with the economy people seemed to have lost their doggone minds.” The Chief commented, disbelief clear in his tone as he shook his head.

“Times are hard, sir.”

The man nodded, “yes, they are. Especially with this prohibition act. It seems coffee just isn’t the best substitute for the good stuff, you see?” He flashed a smile as a faint laugh escaped his mustache-covered lips.

Hoseok replied with a polite laugh of his own, but a life without alcohol sure as hell wasn’t a laughing matter when you spend all day filing paperwork and chasing criminals only to come home with nothing to take the stress off.

The Chief sighed as a sad smile graced his lips before he looked at Hoseok. A glimmer of something indiscernible in his eye, a sign that he was now getting down to business. “I didn’t call you in here just to bump gums with you but to actually assign you to something. Goes along with the prohibition actually.”

Hoseok nodded and leaned in slightly in his chair as the older man pulled out a manila folder from his desk and handed it over to Hoseok, “the federal government wants to crack down on speakeasies. Apparently, they’ve been popping up all over the country but especially in the apple. And as the NYPD, we gotta uphold the government's wishes.”

Hoseok tentatively listened until his eyes snagged onto something in the folder before he glanced up at the older man, “uh Chief? It says here that we’re-”

“-On a payroll? Yeah, we’ve been protecting some of the speakeasies, under the radar of course. They supply alcohol to some important people, Jung. But with the government breathing down our backs we’re going to have to close a few of them. We’ll take down some of the bigger names to set an example and leave a few of them to survive under our watch.”

Hoseok wasn’t paid to preach his morals, he was paid to do a job. So even with the corruption of the system that prided itself on justice, Hoseok simply nodded as the Chief began running down a list of extra information included in the folder before sending him away.

“So… when’s your last day?” Namjoon asked once Hoseok settled himself back into his seat and picked his sandwich up nonchalantly.

“You’re such a crumb, Namjoon. I should’ve known better than to trust a clown like you.” Hoseok chuckled before taking a glorious bite of his sandwich.

“What? Whaddya mean? I heard that-”

“You heard nothing so stop telling a story. I wasn’t fired.”

“You weren’t?”

Hoseok shook his head as a confused Namjoon slowly descended into his chair, a mix of happiness and confusion written over his face.

“So if he didn’t call you to fire you, what did he want?”

Hoseok offered his friend a small smirk and lift of his eyebrows before swallowing a bite of his food, “he gave me an assignment.”

Namjoon cocked an eyebrow as he leaned forward cautiously as if distrusting his friend's sudden smile, “what assignment?”

Hoseok flashed a full smile before leaning his head back on his chair and declaring with a light tone, “we, my friend, are going to take down New York’s biggest speakeasies.”

Swimmin’ In Sinners (yg x hs) ||+18||

{one-shot +3 parts}

•Notes•

Pairing: Criminal Yoongi x Police Officer Hoseok

Genre: eventual smut, teasing, bickering, slight fluff

Summary: In the 1930s with the Prohibition Act in full effect, Min Yoongi, the owner of a local speakeasy settled in the heart of New York is barely able to make ends meet. But when the appearance of a mysterious and alluring police officer comes to shut down his bar, will Yoongi have to face the federal consequences of his actions, or will this sinner be able to swim in his desires?

Part 2 word count: 4,176

A/N: enjoy! No warnings apply to this!

Parts: one, two, three

`ღ´- ~~~~~~~ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧~~~~~~~ -`ღ´-

Act Two

The bar was unusually crowded tonight. Yoongi surveyed the dark shadows of faces that slipped in and out of the dim lights overhead. There were a few regulars here but among them was a sea of unknown features that occupied the bar and tables. Yoongi tried to recall a time when Taehyung told him about an event in the area but he couldn’t conjure up said memory. Maybe it was just one of those days when the stress of the world forced people to venture out into the streets of the city and see what was lurking just below its surface.

Yoongi sighed as he looked over at Jungkook who was standing behind the counter along with him. He was too scared to leave the 19-year-old alone behind a bar with expensive liquor and antsy patrons so he settled on observing the man and helping him along the way if he ever got stuck.

“Yoongi, could you remind me of what the recipe is for an El Presidente?”

The man turned to look at Jungkook who stood helplessly at the bar, a shaker in one hand with a bottle of gin in the other as he smiled sheepishly.

“Well for one,” Yoongi said as he walked over to Jungkook after grabbing a bottle of white rum, “El Presidente doesn’t have gin in it, kid.”

He handed the bottle to Jungkook who nodded his head nervously before taking the glass, “right. I-I think I remember now. White rum, dry vermouth, and orange curaçao right?”

“Nice to know that Taehyung is teaching you something in that apartment of his.”

A brush of red tinted the boy’s face before he began making the drink as the man of the hour rushed up to the side of the bar. His face was flushed with sweat and euphoria after the performance he had just given that received a standing ovation.

“Everything alright back here? Kook?”

The younger man turned away from shaking the El Presidente to smile brazenly at Taehyung, “I’m fine Tae so stop bugging out. I’ve got Yoongi here to help me.” Jungkook glanced at Yoongi as he flashed a genuine smile before turning back to Taehyung. “You were great up there by the way.”

Yoongi watched as Taehyung proceeded to lose control over his tongue as he floundered for words that drowned at the bottom of his throat. As cute as it was seeing the young lovers flirt with one another, those drinks weren’t going to make themselves and if Taehyung was serious about making that $20 back then he needed to “make track.”

“Alright, alright. I’m leaving Yoongi. I just wanted to check up on you two.” Before Taehyung dashed away to start up a new set he turned to Jungkook as a flash of adoration crossed over his eyes. “I’ll see you after this song, yeah?”

Before the younger could respond Yoongi gripped Taehyung’s shoulders and began pushing him away from the bar, “yes, yes, he’ll be seeing you. Now go get back on stage, Jesus.”

Taehyung laughed before finishing the rest of the walk up to the stage and through the crowd as he cued the band to start another song. As the melody of the trumpets and drums filled the air Yoongi sighed before turning back to watch Jungkook. He was a pretty quick learner but with the number of people at the speakeasy tonight Yoongi figured he’d step in to help take the rest of the orders.

Jungkook only glanced over at Yoongi before turning his attention to a customer as Yoongi began making his own rounds.

One royal Hawaiian, always a good choice. Two bee’s knees, classics. Four Brandy Alexanders, a local favorite. Yoongi set to work on the orders, wasting no time as he chatted with the patrons he had become accustomed to serving until he moved on to the next person sitting at one of the bar stools at the end.

As Yoongi made his way over to the man he immediately knew that he was not a local. If he was Yoongi would know, a face like his wasn’t something that could be easily forgotten.

“What would you like sir? Need a menu?” Yoongi asked once in front of the man whose attention was turned to the stage where Taehyung had begun to sing a Billie Holiday song.

The stranger turned to face Yoongi, his eyes rose up his body slowly before finally meeting Yoongi. The man’s eyes were dark and shadowed by the brown fedora on top of his almost jet black hair, his jaw was defined and while sharp also looked sculptured with a soft curve. When the man finally opened his mouth to talk his voice was smooth and contained as if keeping a few reservations hidden in his tone.

“What do you recommend?”

Yoongi shrugged as he did his best to slow the beat of his heart and flicked his eyes up to give the pretense that he was thinking about the question, “it depends on what kind of person you are, sir. If you’re the reserved gentle type then I’d recommend the grasshopper.”

“And if you’re the opposite?”

Yoongi lowered his eyes to gaze at the customer before him, it was hard to get a good look at his face but the tone of his voice gave slight goosebumps along his arms. His voice sounded in control as if he already knew what he wanted to order but was just toying with Yoongi with the deep richness of his tone.

“Well, if you’re more of the strong and resilient type I’d recommend a Scofflaw. It’s a cocktail with rye whiskey, dry vermouth, and grenadine. It has a citrusy type of flavor and a bit stronger in taste.”

“Then I’ll take that.”

Yoongi nodded as he made his way to the shelf that showcased all the liquor. He had never really questioned his sexuality before, he never had to after all. In his youth, Yoongi mostly dated girls, while he had a few brief stolen kisses with men his primary focus was on the opposite sex. But something about the stranger he had just talked to made his mind flip on its side in a way no one else had. Was it the curve of his pink lips? Lips that Yoongi so desperately wanted to sink his teeth into. Or was it the calm and collected voice of the stranger that Yoongi wanted so badly to hear call out his name?

No. No, it was none of those. He was just horny. That’s all it was, Yoongi thought to himself as he began mixing the ingredients of the drinks together and adamantly avoiding looking in the stranger’s direction. Jeez, if he was beginning to fall for his own patrons then it must be time for him to get laid, but not with the people that kept his lights on. Absolutely not.

With his dignity still intact, Yoongi made his way over to the man with his orange drink in hand.

“Hope you like it because we don’t offer refunds if you don’t.”

The stranger offered Yoongi a small smirk as he nodded his head in thanks before his hand reached out to grab the glass drink. Yoongi began to turn away before he could see the stranger’s reaction until he heard a voice call out after him in subdued amusement.

“Not gonna wait to hear any critiques?”

Yoongi smirked to himself as he turned his head to the side, “critique or not, I’ve got 57 cents outta you.”

“Figured a man such as yourself would be open to all sorts of opportunities to improve.”

“And what opportunities could you offer me?”

The slow melody of the jazz instruments along with Taehyung’s velvety voice drifted between the gap of the barstool the stranger was occupying and the counter Yoongi stood behind.

“Well, you could come back over here and find out for yourself.” The man responded after a minute had passed.

Who was this man? And why did he seem to have such a keen interest in him? Yoongi’s curiosity temporarily overrode his sense of duty as he felt himself draw closer to the mysterious stranger.

“How long have you owned this place?” The man asked once Yoongi was in front of him, his arms resting against the countertops.

“Long enough to read the people that come in here,” Yoongi responded haphazardly.

“Oh yeah? If it pleases you, may I get a reading?”

“For free?”

“How much you charge?”

Yoongi lifted a single eyebrow as a small smile graced his lips, “the price varies from person to person. I’ll tell you how much after I do the reading.”

The stranger chuckled softly, the glimpse of his white teeth almost blinded Yoongi before he began talking, “how’s about this? Let’s test out your reading before you empty my pockets to make sure it’s legit, yeah?”

Yoongi figured that was a fair trade and so he asked the stranger to pick out anyone in the room and Yoongi would provide an in-depth analysis of their character at one glance.

“How about him?”

Yoongi tried to follow the direction of the man’s pointed finger as he squinted his eyes, “the man with the booze dripping from his mouth or the man swinging his hat around?”

“Neither, and may I say your clientele is just impeccable.” Yoongi rolled his eyes at the man’s sarcasm as he continued talking, “I’m talking about the man with the two dames on his arm.”

This time Yoongi’s eyes snagged onto the man the stranger was talking about. Near the stage sat a table occupied with an older white man with two women strapped to his arm as they laughed at something the man had said.

“Oh, he’s most definitely married,” Yoongi commented after a moment and shifted his gaze to the patron in front of him who grinned mischievously at him.

“Why do you say that?”

“I can see the gleam of his wedding ring on his finger, by the looks of it, this is a pattern for him if he doesn’t even feel the need to take his wedding ring off anymore. He probably comes from old money looking at the vintage watch on his wrist and the perfectly tailored suit. He figured taking his two dolls out for the night to a speakeasy would be a thrilling entertainment for them with the prohibition act in full force.”

The stranger stared curiously at Yoongi with something indiscernible mixing within his eyes. “Alright, that one was easy. How about…” the man paused as his eyes scanned the blur of people that resided inside before supposedly snagging onto someone as he turned to face Yoongi once more. “Him. The man leaning against the wall.”

Yoongi looked up to search for the person matching that description but grimaced when he found him. “He has a hat covering half of his face and he’s halfway across the room. How am I supposed to read someone that’s not visible?”

“If you’re so good then you’ll be able to pick up on something. Unless you want to give up?” The man smiled at Yoongi cheekily.

Yoongi narrowed his eyes before sighing and turning his attention back to the man, his body was lean and tall yet it was clear there were muscles hidden underneath the slick black suit. He must’ve been around his age as he spotted the man wearing the newest hat going around in the magazines giving an indication that he also made good money. What person in their twenties is making good money right now?

This man perplexed Yoongi along with the man who had challenged him in the first place. Now that he was actually thinking about it, the two had many similarities between each other. They each sported nice clean suits, expensive and trendy hats, and refrained from showing too much of themselves, just who the hell were they?

“Give up?” Yoongi heard a voice call out to him, forcing his gaze away from the man leaning against the wall and instead to the patron in front of him.

Before Yoongi could respond, the sound of Jungkook calling him tore his eyes away from his current conversation to face the younger man who gazed at the stranger with interest before facing Yoongi once again. “Sorry for interrupting ya’ but we’re running low on rum.”

Yoongi nodded, a sense of relief washed over him as he gave one last glance at the stranger and made his way to the supply room hidden in Yoongi’s apartment. As handsome as the man was, something about him felt off and it was probably best they departed before he could get sucked deeper into the stranger’s games.

Momentarily forgetting about his previous conversation Yoongi’s mind began to drift to more important matters such as the rent while his hands shuffled through crates of alcohol until he found the bottles of rum.

Yoongi gripped the bottles but just as he was about to head back down into the swinging speakeasy he heard the sound of abrupt yelling followed by the sound of furniture being knocked over as a collage of screams and shouts arose from below.

Panic gripped his heart as Yoongi rushed out of the apartment and flew down the stairs and into the speakeasy only to be met with a heartbreaking scene. His once lively bar that was filled with music and relaxation was now filled with destruction and violence. A clamor of people ran about the bar pushing chairs and tables over. With so many moving parts Yoongi could barely make out what was happening until his eyes snatched on to Taehyung… with his face being pushed into a wooden table, his arms behind his back, as muted berated shouts escaped his bruised lips.

As if on autopilot Yoongi immediately made haste and rushed over to Taehyung to see him being held down by the older man he had observed in his little game with the stranger from before. Just who was this guy? Yoongi didn’t have time to ask that question as he lifted the bottle of rum still clutched in his hand and smashed it over the man's head.

Without a breath of hesitation, the man dropped his grip on Taehyung and fell to the ground in agony.

“Y-Yoongi!” Taehyung sputtered as he pushed himself from the table and stared at his friend, a mix of fear and confusion dabbling in his eyes.

“Tae- what’s going on? What happened?”

“I-I don’t know! One second I’m on stage singin’ and then the next a few guys get up and start shouting about having us under arrest! I’m pretty sure they were undercover coppers sent in to shut us down or something! As soon as he said that, the place went into a panic. I tried to get to Jungkook and you so that we could get outta here but then this buster here-” Taehyung gently nudged the man on the ground, “caught me.”

“Damn,” Yoongi cursed, he should’ve known the police would double-cross him, it was his fault for not being more prepared. “Alright, Tae. I want you to gather Jungkook and scram okay?”

“But what about-”

“You two are too young to be dealing with the law like this. Take the back exit, I’ll be fine I’ve covered most of my tracks, so just go! Don’t make me say it again, either!”

Taehyung flinched at Yoongi’s words as he hesitated to move, the conflict of the situation flickered in his eyes before he nodded at his friend and dashed off to carry out Yoongi’s orders.

“How sweet, criminals looking out for criminals.” A voice dripped in menace hissed from behind.

Yoongi swept around to be faced with the stranger from before, a cold smile plastered over his deceptive face.

“You’re one to talk, jackass. Look at what you and your goons did to the place?”

The man took a short uninterested glance at the chaos ensuing around them, people screaming, pushing, and clawing their way out of the building as broken glass and wood cluttered the floor.

“A dirty floor is the least of your worries if you don’t cooperate.” The man responded as he reached into his coat pocket to pull out a gleaming pair of silver cuffs.

Yoongi knew that it was futile to try to run and allowed for the police officer to link his wrists together behind his back and escort him to the car waiting for him outside. While he may have lost this battle, the war he was sure to win as he strategized the responses he would give once he was taken to the interrogation room where all secrets were to be bared and displayed for his ultimate crime and unjust punishment.

❦ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ❦

As much as Hoseok hated to admit it, Yoongi was a hard nut to crack. He and Namjoon had taken him into custody an hour ago, and for 60 minutes straight the man had been giving them both radio silence.

It was clear that Namjoon’s patience was running thin as he rubbed his temples and took a sip from the room temperature water in his plastic cup.

“Alright, Min. We’ve been at this for an hour. This doesn’t have to be difficult. You could either tell us what we want to know and maybe lessen your punishment. Or you could sit there and just be tried in the court of law and face jail time. Which one sounds like the better option, hm?”

Yoongi’s critical eyes only stared emptily at Hoseok’s partner, an answer in itself to Namjoon’s question.

“Jail time it is.” Namjoon huffed in frustration while stalking away from the metal table.

With how easy it was to capture Yoongi, Hoseok figured breaking him down to confess and give extra information regarding his ledgers and suppliers he’s associated with would be just as easy.

But it seemed like the small man had his own plan when entering the station as he sat stiffly in his chair with his lips tugged into a narrow line. Just how long did he plan on keeping up this facade?

Hoseok didn’t care to find out as he pushed himself from his chair nestled next to the door and walked over to his irritated colleague.

Hoseok lowered his voice and turned his back to Yoongi as he talked to Namjoon, “Hey, why don’t you take a break? I can take over from here.”

Namjoon’s eyes widened before he snapped his head to the side to glance at the guilty party. “Are you sure? It doesn’t seem like he’s gonna spill anything. Let’s just let the Chief handle it.”

Hoseok shook his head as a small devious smirk crossed over his lips, “Nah, I can handle him. I think I’ve figured out a way to get him to crack so you just head on home.”

Namjoon gave his friend a dubious look, a silent question being asked between the pair as Hoseok stared back with determination in his eyes. After a tense second Namjoon caved with a sigh before nodding his head and opening the door, “good luck” he whispered before closing the door and leaving Hoseok alone with Yoongi.

Hoseok watched his friend’s retreating shadow before turning around to face the criminal. Yoongi’s eyes watched Hoseok like a snake tracking a mouse in a grass field. Despite the glare of the artificial light from the single overhead light, it looked like Yoongi’s eyes were glowering in an ominous shadow as the hint of a scowl praised his lips.

Hoseok mentally smirked as the first sign of emotion from the man was already revealed and Hoseok hadn’t even spoken to him yet, that was a good sign, his presence alone got under Yoongi’s skin. That would make it all the easier to get the information he needed.

“Let’s skip the pleasantries and get straight to the point, shall we?” Hoseok laced his voice in fake warmth as he peered down at Yoongi.

The man only sat still in his chair almost as if Hoseok hadn’t even said anything.

“How long are you going to keep this up?” More silence swelled the room with the lack of participation from the guilty, “do you really think your silence is going to protect you? We have enough evidence against you to have you locked up for a long time.” Again Hoseok was met with silence as he figured a change in tactic would suffice in forcing a response from the man, “the longer you wait, the deeper the trouble your friends’ll be in.”

The slight raise of Yoongi’s eyebrows told enough of a story, he had struck a nerve and he just had to keep running with the narrative until Yoongi finally caved. With this in mind, Hoseok sighed before taking a seat in the chair across the table and leaned back nonchalantly as he closed his eyes. “Without your word to say otherwise, it’ll be safe for us to assume that they were working under you and could face the same punishment you’ll receive.”

“You’re bluffing.”

The soft cold voice was like music to Hoseok’s ears as he held back a smile and simply shrugged his shoulders noncommittally. “Whether you want to take that chance or not is up to you. Of course, if you just gave us your list of ledgers and suppliers you’re in contact with, we could write off your friends' involvement as mere civilians caught in the fray who escaped in the scuffle. The choice is yours.”

“Bullshit. I know how you coppers operate.”

“And how’s that?”

Yoongi’s lips curled back in a scowl as his eyes narrowed dangerously at Hoseok who only raised a playful eyebrow in response. “I put you on payroll and you still try to shut me down. Justice my ass, you all are a bunch of criminals, not me.”

“My, my, such accusations. It seems like you’re reading us like a book, aren’t ya?” Hoseok abandoned his relaxed demeanor as his eyes gleamed with a devious shine while he leaned forward in his seat. “Speaking of readings, you never gave me mine. May I get it now?”

If looks could kill, Hoseok’s blood would've splattered over the brick walls with the glare Yoongi was serving him. His brown eyes looked almost like inky pools of darkness that not even the brightest light could penetrate, the curve of his eyebrows furrowed together and the way his teeth sunk into his bottom lip was sure to leave a bruise.

“You’re a man driven by a sick sense of power. Morals mean nothing to you if having control over another person is involved. In your perverted sense of justice, force remains supreme in the domination of others.”

Hoseok almost laughed at the intense reading Yoongi gave him as he stood up from the chair, a barely contained smile gracing his lips while he eyed Yoongi curiously. What an interesting interpretation. Hoseok never saw himself as a person without morals but the inclination that he liked to be in control and have the power to influence the behavior of others was tantalizing.

“I’ll admit,” the officer began as he strolled around the table, his eyes never leaving the criminals, “I do enjoy the rush of euphoria I get when in control over something. Or someone.” Hoseok now stood off to the side of Yoongi, a small smirk gracing his lips before he lowered himself to the side of the man’s ear. He felt him stiffen but didn’t move away, “but not in the sense you're thinking about, Mr. Min.”

“What bullshit are you spewing now?” Although Hoseok couldn’t see his face, the slight tremble in Yoongi’s voice was all he needed to confirm that underneath the seemingly raging exterior there was a certain… want… or yearning inside the man that piqued Hoseok’s interest.

“Nothing. Thank you for the reading. How about I give you something in return?”

Yoongi simply raised his eyebrow once Hoseok shifted to his original spot in front of the table. “You won’t be prosecuted, at least not right now. There was a mixup with the warrant. Consider this your lucky day, tonight you’ll be sleeping in your warm bed but remember that if you don’t take my offer that might change to a cozy metal jail cell.”

Hoseok’s mind briefly flickered over to the thought of Yoongi’s bed and what it must feel like with the man’s warm body heat enveloping the covers; how the shape of the sheets would assimilate to his lithe body.

Hoseok indulged in the thought for only a second before he shook his head to gaze at Yoongi who looked incredulously at him.

“I’ll escort you out. We’ll take the cuffs off and you can head back home. But just know that we’ll be watching Min, so be on your best behavior.” Hoseok winked as Yoongi responded with a seemingly infamous scowl before the two walked out of the room and into the disorienting hallways.

Swimmin’ In Sinners

{one-shot +3 parts}

•Notes•

Pairing: Criminal Yoongi x Police Officer Hoseok

Genre: eventual smut, teasing, bickering, slight fluff

Summary: In the 1930s with the Prohibition Act in full effect, Min Yoongi, the owner of a local speakeasy settled in the heart of New York is barely able to make ends meet. But when the appearance of a mysterious and alluring police officer comes to shut down his bar, will Yoongi have to face the federal consequences of his actions, or will this sinner be able to swim in his desires?

Part 3 word count: 7,369 (a lot longer lol)

A/N: enjoy! No warnings apply to this! The smut scene is finally here!!

Parts: one, two, three

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Act Three- Finale

Almost a week had passed after the whole scuffle went down with the police. Yoongi was able to fix the place back up to its former glory with the emergency savings he had piled up in a mason jar. It was going to take him a while to make it all back, but he was determined to protect his speakeasy no matter what the damn cops said.

As Yoongi got ready to open up the bar with Taehyung and Jungkook in-toe who were determined to continue working for him, his mind drifted back to the stranger he had met on that fateful night. The stranger who turned out to be a cop- Jung Hoseok; a scowl formed on Yoongi’s lips at the thought of it. He couldn’t believe he found him attractive the first time they met, but then again he didn't have cuffs suffocating his wrist while being prodded with irritating questions.

“I don’t know, it still sounds kind of erotic if ya ask me.”

Yoongi snapped his head up from the stage he was sweeping to Taehyung who was pulling the chairs down from the table while Jungkook added candles to each one.

“Tae, I could barely move my wrists.”

“Plus it was like 2 in the morning, right Yoongs?” Jungkook chimed in as he looked expectantly at the older man.

Yoongi nodded, “yeah, it definitely wasn’t the time nor place to be thinking about that.”

Taehyung sighed dreamily as he dramatically swept his body over a chair and sat down, his hand supporting his chin as he spoke, “still, imagine being in a room with a dashing copper. Now, that’d be something worth getting arrested for.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes while throwing the white rag that lay over his shoulder at him, “gross Tae. Not everything is about…”

“About?” Taehyung questioned with a perplexed look.

“Y’know…”

“‘Y’know’ what?” Suddenly a lightbulb went off in Taehyung’s head as a devious smile spread across his pink lips, “are you talking about sex, Kook?”

“Ah! Tae, hush!” Jungkook mumbled as the evidence of his embarrassment bloomed over his cheeks.

“Aw c’mon Jungkook! You’re a man now, ain’t ya? You can say sex without getting all shy.”

“I’m not shy! I just…prefer to keep things classy in an establishment such as this.”

“You mean an illegal one? If there was any place to say crude words such as sex I’d think a speakeasy would be a great place to say it.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes as a small smile formed over his lips as the bickering continued. It was nice to receive a semblance of normalcy after the hell they all went through, and soon that normalcy would be returned completely once the bar opened.

And as if nothing ever happened, Yoongi’s loyal customers filled the bar and tables with ease, slipping back into the routine of ordering nonstop drinks, singing along with the band, and swinging their hips to the energetic music.

The hours passed as the evening soon slipped into night, the blanket of stars illuminated the sky while the currents of alcohol filled the patrons. Yoongi had been dashing off from one task to the next, from bartender to busboy to waiter. He wanted to keep his mind fresh and distracted as the threat of imagining the cop from before popping into his head kept Yoongi on his toes.

He wasn’t scared by the man, not in the least, it was actually the opposite and that’s where Yoongi’s problems lied. Even when being taken into custody and interrogated for an hour, he couldn’t help the way his eyes would latch onto the man like a magnet. Something about him was so alluring that it made Yoongi want to discover the hidden pieces of the cop.

Some wishes were better left not granted though as Yoongi began cleaning up one table only to be stopped by an out-of-breath Taehyung that clung to his shoulder. Yoongi looked calmly at the man and waited for him to catch his breath and explain his sudden intrusion. Antics like this were common for Yoongi as Taehyung was always one for dramatics.

“Yoongi! Jesus, I shouldn’t have performed three songs in a row tonight.” Taehyung huffed while still leaning on Yoongi.

“Yes? Is there a problem? Did Jungkook cut himself on a piece of glass again? Do I need to get the first aid?”

“No! It’s not as bad as that but it’s still pretty important!” Yoongi nodded as Taehyung gasped for a breath of air and began talking, “I don’t know how else to say this but… thecopfrombeforeishereandhe’ssittingatthebarrightnow.”

Yoongi blinked once before giving his friend a look that demanded him to repeat himself but this time while taking breaths in-between his words.

“Yoongi, the cop! He’s here, at the bar! Look!” Taehyung grabbed Yoongi’s shoulder and spun him around until the truth behind Taehyung’s words was revealed.

The cop really was here.

And he looked even sexier than before.

Yoongi could only see the side of him and the constantly moving shadows that flickered over his form didn’t help. But even so, Yoongi could make out the black undercut Hoseok sported that complimented the equally dark long trench coat that revealed the slender cut of his legs and strong looking torso from underneath his sleek suit.

“I’ll handle him,” Yoongi mumbled as he moved away from Taehyung, in what way he was supposedly going to handle the cop he wasn’t sure but he knew he had to get to the bottom of this.

“Ah, Min, are you here to take my order?”

Hoseok’s eyes had caught onto Yoongi’s before he had reached him as a condescending smirk flashed over his lips.

“I’m here to tell you to leave.”

“What? That’s not very hospitable of you, Yoongi.”

Yoongi did his best to not dwell on the way Hoseok’s rich voice said his name and instead crossed his arms over his chest while serving the cop a cold glare.

“As if you would know anything about hospitality. You practically trashed the place last time so I’d like it if you got the hell outta here.”

Hoseok chuckled softly while shaking his head before looking Yoongi dead in the eye, a certain gleam sparkled in them under the dim lights that created an intense darkness over his face, “Relax, Min. I didn’t come here to arrest you or your friends. Just wanted to pay a little visit and see how you were doing.”

The smile on his face told a different story and Yoongi wasn’t going to drop it that easily, “do you think I was born yesterday? What is it that you want, Jung? I know you didn’t just come here for a drink and a chat.”

“Sorry to disappoint, but that’s really all I want. A drink and a chat.”

“Well you got your chat, if I get you a drink will you leave?”

“I was hoping we could have a drink in private?”

Yoongi squinted his eyes critically at Hoseok, just what was he playing at? Why the hell did he have to drink in private when he could do it perfectly fine in public? Regardless, the twinkle in the cop's eye told Yoongi that he wouldn’t leave until his request was fulfilled.

With a sigh Yoongi turned around to see Jungkook working at the bar, the two eyed one another as Yoongi signaled to the boy that he’d be upstairs to which Jungkook nodded. Yoongi knew that the younger man would tell Taehyung and so with no other obligations he turned back to a waiting Hoseok, “fine. Let’s head upstairs and have a drink.”

❦ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ❦

It didn’t take long for the two to enter Yoongi’s apartment before Yoongi made his way to the bedroom while calling out, “sit. I gotta get you that drink.”

Yoongi entered his bedroom before he looked through the stash he kept of rum, while he didn’t like drinking it straight it was all he kept in his home so the cop would just have to put up with it.

Yoongi made his way back to the living room to see Hoseok sitting at one of the wooden chairs at the kitchen table settled next to a small window.

At his entrance, Hoseok’s eyes left the window to look at Yoongi, his attention glanced down to the bottle in his hand before a smirk crossed his tantalizing lips, “the brown stuff, huh?”

“It’s all I have, you’re not gonna arrest me for it are you?” Yoongi asked shortly while he began pulling small glasses from his cabinet and poured two cups.

“Nope, I’m off duty, and besides, I asked you for the drink.”

The two were now sitting across from one another, Yoongi handed the hard liquor to his temporary guest and watched as Hoseok picked up the glass and lifted it up to his eyes. The moon’s light reflected off the glass as the shine danced over Hoseok’s face giving him an ethereal glow.

“I know I’m charming but there’s no need to stare, Min.”

Flushed with embarrassment Yoongi mumbled something incoherent before taking a hurried sip from his cup, the burn of the alcohol slipped down his throat as Yoongi tried to contain the wince he felt arise from him.

“Not a person for rum?”

“More like liquor in general.”

Hoseok’s eyes left the glass he had yet to take a sip from and darted to Yoongi in surprise, “really?”

Yoongi nodded with a roll of his eyes, “what? Just because I own a speakeasy doesn’t mean I necessarily enjoy alcohol.”

“Isn’t that ironic.”

Feeling annoyed Yoongi took on a defensive tone as a small scowl covered his mouth as he spat, “what about you? Doesn’t seem like you like rum.”

A distant look fluttered across the cop’s face that forced Yoongi to drop his scowl and adopt a confused expression at the unexpected response from Hoseok, “I love it, actually. All sorts of alcohol but rum is one of my favorites.”

“Wha…”

“I know I’m supposed to be eradicating it from the streets of New York but in order to erase a supposed sin you must first indulge in it, understand its appeal.”

The smug smile Yoongi had first seen on Hoseok’s face was now gone as a more sobering and bittersweet smile painted his face in something of the past, as if he was reverting back to a state of himself that no longer existed.

“So you don’t like the prohibition act?”

“Not necessarily. I think it’s important to have alcohol in moderation, the act is just taking things to the extreme and making things worse.” Hoseok paused before finally lifting the glass to his lips, and in one swift movement, finished off the entire drink before once again dipping his eyes down to his hand that held the now empty glass, “y’know there’s a belief that humans desire what they can’t have. The more you deny something from someone the more they pine for it. The same is true in this case for alcohol. It’s why establishments like yours are popping up everywhere.”

Yoongi took a second to soak in Hoseok’s words, he was surprised at how level-headed he seemed in regards to his stance on everything. Prejudice blinded Yoongi’s senses but even with this revelation, he couldn’t help the flashes of broken bottles that littered his bar when the police arrived and the sight of Taehyung being arrested. “But if that’s true, why me? Why my speakeasy? There are a ton of jokers out there who are way bigger than me and don’t even have the police on a payroll.”

Hoseok sighed before biting his lip and looking back out of the window, the neighborhood below gave a view of new yorkers laughing and enjoying the cover of night to aid in their nightlife activities. “It’s nothing personal, Min. You’re not the only person we’re targeting. The goal was to shut down a few big-name speakeasies to keep the government happy. There's a chance you might be left off the hook but I’m just as in the dark as you are.”

The deafening silence that passed between the pair allowed for a sobering moment to cover them. Here they were, a cop and a speakeasy owner sitting in an apartment with a bottle of rum settled in-between them.

Their current situation was so ridiculous that a small laugh fluttered from Yoongi’s chest as he rubbed his temples in disbelief.

“Something wrong?”

“Quite the opposite,” Yoongi grabbed the bottle of rum and poured both of them another glass, “this whole circumstance right now just sounds like the beginning of a bad joke.” Yoongi took a sip from the bitter alcohol before gazing into the brown liquid, “a cop and a speakeasy owner walk into a bar…”

A soft chuckle resounded from the cop before he followed Yoongi and picked up his glass, “and it turns out the bar was yours.”

The two shared a look of amusement before Hoseok lifted his glass towards Yoongi who stared dumbfounded at it before catching on and clicking his drink against Hoseok’s.

They each downed their glasses and let out refreshing sighs to alleviate the acidic taste of the rum.

“If you don’t mind me asking, why did you open a speakeasy?” Hoseok asked after a minute of silence passed.

Yoongi shrugged, “there’s no grand story behind it. My family was poor like everyone else, I was deployed from the military, I had to make money somewhere and one of my old friends was starting to get out of the speakeasy business, let me have the place.”

“I understand.” Hoseok said stoically before his eyes darted to look directly at Yoongi, “look, Min, I’m sorry about what happened before. We didn’t mean to trash your place but with everyone running around it was a little hard not to.”

“It’s fine, I-I get it, I suppose. It’d be great if you didn’t do it again though.”

Hoseok smiled sadly at Yoongi, they both knew that was a promise he couldn’t guarantee to keep as a mutual quiet tainted the air. After a while, Hoseok suddenly stirred from his still state and slowly stood up from his chair.

“I should get going, I’ve taken up enough of your time and I’m sure your boys are wondering where you’ve gone. Thank you for the chat, and the drink.”

Yoongi stood up along with Hoseok and walked him over to the door, a sudden pain striking across his chest as he twisted the doorknob open, “well they already know where I’m at but… I understand.”

Hoseok nodded in response as he began to move out of the door before Yoongi urged his voice to call out to him, causing the cop to stop and turn to face him, his eyes open in expectancy.

Yoongi wasn’t sure why he’d call out to him, their business was done and with everything on the table, it made sense to say goodnight. But something in the way Yoongi’s chest ached at every step Hoseok took begged him to stall for time and extend their time together.

“I-I was curious about something you said earlier.”

Hoseok cocked an eyebrow prompting Yoongi to continue, “you said something about desire and how the more your desire is taken away the more you want it.”

“Yeah,” Hoseok confirmed, his tone laced in-between confusion and amusement.

“Well, I was just wondering if you really believed in that. You don’t think humans have enough self-control to step away from temptation?”

An almost unnoticed lift of Hoseok’s lips caused Yoongi to almost lose his breath as Hoseok made his way back up to Yoongi, his chest mere centimeters away from him.

“C’mon Min. When have humans ever been able to fight temptation? It’s in our DNA, the thought of risking something for the sake of fulfilling our own wants is too enticing to ignore.” Hoseok’s voice took on a husky tone now as his eyes bored darkly into Yoongi, as if he could read the man’s every fantasy, want, dream, and goal. Every deceptive and derivative thing Yoongi has ever thought felt like it was on display for only Hoseok to see.

Yoongi took a shaky steadying breath as he resisted the urge to dash his eyes away from Hoseok’s intense ones, “and how would you know?”

At that, an odd smile crossed the cop’s face, a rare smile that contained a certain unquelled impulse in the way his teeth twinkled teasingly at Yoongi. With one hand, Hoseok caressed the side of Yoongi’s face softly and delicately. His touch on Yoongi’s skin sent a curl of fire to the man’s stomach as he yearned for Hoseok’s hands on the rest of his body, a desire he wasn’t fully aware he had until this moment where he was a breath away from having his desire fulfilled.

“I told you, Yoongi, in order for one to understand a sin one must indulge in it.”

As if entering the secret password, Yoongi pushed himself onto Hoseok and crashed his lips upon the man. Without missing a beat, Hoseok’s lips moved in tune with Yoongi’s. Their mouths pushing and pulling like an untamed wave before the feeling of Hoseok’s tongue swiping against Yoongi’s bottom lip elicited a gasp from his muffled lips allowing Hoseok to slip his tongue in, locking them in a slippery oral wrestling match.

While their mouths entertained one another Hoseok’s hands roamed over Yoongi’s anticipating body. They were warm and practically encapsulated his whole waist as he flushed their hips against one another. At the movement, Yoongi felt the true desire Hoseok had for him rub against his inner thigh causing him to snake his hand to palm the hardness in-between his legs.

A low groan fell from the cops' lips as he bucked his hips into Yoongi’s hand who chuckled at the action, “a little impatient, are we?”

Hoseok’s closed eyes popped open to stare dangerously at Yoongi while his hands cupped the man’s ass to emphasize his words, “you have no idea.”

“Show me, Hoseok,” Yoongi whispered as he raised his head to be next to the man’s ear, “show me just how far your desire runs.”

Without needing another command, Hoseok hiked Yoongi up into his arms who quickly strapped his legs around his waist in surprise, “you don’t know how sexy my name sounds coming from your lips,” Hoseok dove in for another kiss before his teeth snagged onto Yoongi’s bottom lip and let go with a pop.

“Room’s that way,” Yoongi breathed dreamily, his mind completely overtaken by his senses that zeroed on the way Hoseok’s hips pressed into his growing erection every time he took a step.

In a flash, the two entered Yoongi’s room. A single bed just big enough to hold two people sat in the center of the back wall, two wooden nightstands adorned both sides of the bed. A small desk occupied a dark corner of the room followed by a closet.

“Take off your clothes, Yoongi. I want to see every part of you.” Hoseok commanded gently as his eyes roamed over a fully clothed Yoongi but still holding a certain want as if he was the most attractive person in the world.

Yoongi had no reason to object and so he began undressing slowly, his hands catching onto the edge of his white button-down shirt before slipping it off after popping off the bottoms one by one.

Hoseok stood back and watched the almost bare man with rapt attention, a dazzle of admiration touching the edges of his eyes.

Once Yoongi had finished he stood obediently in front of the bed, his arms by his side as he eyed Hoseok attentively. He wasn’t insecure of his body by any means but having such a handsome man analyzing every part of him who was still covered in cloth was a weird power trip not tipped in his favor.

“Your turn, Hoseok.”

“I actually had some other things in mind before I undressed.”

“Excuse me?” Yoongi cocked an eyebrow suspiciously, was he not going to take his clothes off?

“I want to enjoy you, Yoongi,” Hoseok whispered as he walked up to him, his voice deep and intimate as it permeated Yoongi’s senses and engraved itself inside of his head. “Will you let me?”

Yoongi barely processed the question before his head nodded automatically as Hoseok smiled mischievously.

“Good, then I want you to get on the bed in front of the headboard, okay?”

Yoongi nodded as he made haste and crawled on top of the bed and lay against the metal rodded headboard. He watched Hoseok loosen his tie before completely taking it off. The long black fabric was twisted in-between the man’s slender fingers before Hoseok’s eyes shot up to meet Yoongi’s who swallowed dry spit that had settled in his mouth.

“Can I blindfold you, Yoongi? I promise I won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with, okay? Just tell me to stop at any time and I will, yeah?”

Yoongi simply nodded as his eyes stayed alert on the black-tie in his hands.

“I need a definite confirmation, Yoongi. I don’t wanna hurt you.”

The warmness in Hoseok’s voice was shocking to Yoongi but regardless he obliged to his request and told him he agreed. With that said and done, Hoseok walked to the side of the bed and sat down gently next to Yoongi. He lifted the black soft fabric up to Yoongi’s eyes and soon his vision was swarmed in a black ominous shadow.

❦ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ❦

Hoseok loved how diligent Yoongi was when it came to listening to him. From what Hoseok had gathered from the man, he wasn’t one to obey just anyone and figured this level of vulnerability was a privilege.

Hoseok swore to not take that level of trust for granted as his eyes roamed over an oblivious Yoongi who sat patiently on his bed. His body was nothing short of perfection, it was lithe yet lean, pale under the watchful eye of the moon that drizzled him in an otherworldly glow. As if he was an angel sent down for Hoseok’s indulgence.

From his coat pockets, Hoseok pulled out two pairs of metal cuffs and warned Yoongi before placing them on each of his wrists, “I’m going to place cuffs on you, okay Yoongi? I always keep some on me just in case so just trust me.” Yoongi nodded and shivered once Hoseok clamped the metal object around his slender wrist before attaching them to the headboard.

With Yoongi’s hands out of the way, Hoseok took off his coat and shoes before gracefully sliding onto the bed to straddle Yoongi’s warm body. His hands skated over the man’s chest before gliding over Yoongi’s pert nipples who shivered at the touch. Hoseok smirked at the reaction he got before he pinched them in-between his index finger and thumb as Yoongi arched his back slightly.

“Ah, Hoseok? Wh-what’re you doing?” Yoongi’s voice teetered on the line of nervousness and excitement.

“Shh, relax Yoongi. I’ll make you feel good.” Hoseok reassured before he lowered himself over Yoongi.

His tongue dashed out and licked a short line over Yoongi’s nipple before doing the same to the other as a resounding gasp sounded from him. Hoseok clamped his lips over one of the nipples as his tongue swirled over the pink bud while his free hand teased the other one.

Throughout the whole process, Yoongi had been squirming every time Hoseok’s tongue ran over his sensitive areas as harsh puffs of air toppled from his lips in a barely restrained fashion.

“I love how sensitive you are, Yoongi,” Hoseok smirked, his voice laced with amusement.

“I’m not sensitive! I’ve just never been touched like that.” The man retorted, his voice clinging to the last bit of control he thought he had.

“Touched like what? Like this?” Hoseok returned his lips to Yoongi’s nipple before biting gently on it, sending a sharp shiver and gasp throughout Yoongi’s body. “Interesting, seems like you like it when I tease you.”

Hoseok didn’t wait for a response as he began sucking softly on Yoongi’s neck, his warm tongue swirling over Yoongi’s equally warm body. He tasted sweet and there was a certain scent that clung to his skin that intoxicated Hoseok, making him want to ravish him right at that moment. But instead, he restrained himself while making his way slowly down the constrained man’s body. His teeth sunk occasionally into Yoongi’s chest and torso causing light blots of purple and blue to adorn his pale skin.

Finally, Hoseok reached Yoongi’s neglected erection, no doubt a result of Hoseok’s teasing. Without a warning, the cop lowered himself to be stationed right in front of Yoongi’s dick before his hand wrapped around the tip and began rubbing the stream of precum up and down the shaft.

At the touch, a loud shuddering gasp that sounded more like a moan escaped Yoongi’s lips who arched his back, the cuffs on his hand clinking against the bed as he did so. Loving the reaction, Hoseok continued making work of Yoongi’s dick as his hands gained pace with the precum acting as a great lube substitute. After a minute, Hoseok’s hands fell and were then replaced by his mouth wrapping around the tip.

“Ah-- Hoseok-” Yoongi heaved, his hands pulling against the cuffs around his wrist.

Hoseok felt his own desire grow at the sound of Yoongi calling out his name as he took in more of the man, his lips coating Yoongi’s shaft as his tongue ran around his base.

The sound of the crowded bar below them was distant but still present as the sound of people laughing and talking drifted through the vents indistinctly but all Hoseok could focus on was the sound of Yoongi’s moans that tumbled from his lips while he moved his lips up, down, and over his cock. Hoseok popped his mouth off of Yoongi for a second only to dive back in with his tongue whirling over the man’s shiny tip, it’s salty taste coated Hoseok’s mouth as he licked nonstop.

“Ah- Hoseok- please- please let me look!” Yoongi whined as he squirmed even more on the bed from Hoseok’s mouth.

The cop stopped his torture for a second to look up at Yoongi, his mouth was slightly open and his chest was taking in as much air as possible. Hoseok loved the way the marks on his skin covered Yoongi like a blanket, like a reminder of their time together. “And why should I?”

“I don’t want to come yet, but since I can’t see my other senses are heightened and it’s almost too much…”

Hoseok considered Yoongi’s request before finally crawling over his body to remove the tie from around the man’s eyes.

❦ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ❦

When Yoongi met Hoseok’s eyes he felt like he could come right there and then despite what he had said before.

Hoseok’s eyes were dark and dilated as he gazed passionately at him, his once flame of desire had grown into a bonfire blazing brightly in his eyes. His lips were slicked with a mix of saliva and precum that gleamed teasingly at Yoongi and his once slicked back hair had now fallen down the sides of his narrow face.

In short, he looked like he was a demon spawned from hell to tempt Yoongi to delve into a world of debauchery and sin and Yoongi was helpless to resist.

“Kiss me.”

As if not expecting Yoongi to say that Hoseok blinked once, twice, three times before seemingly coming to his senses and leaned in to kiss Yoongi. The kiss was wet, messy, fast, and salty as their lips slotted together in a rush of passion and heat.

When they finally pulled away a line of saliva still connected the two causing them to chuckle.

“Do you mind if I continue?” Hoseok asked, his tongue running across his lip as he waited for Yoongi to respond.

“I’d rather you let me please you, to be honest.”

“Ah, in due time, Yoongi. But for now…” Hoseok lowered himself down to Yoongi and continued his job of pleasuring and torturing Yoongi with his tongue, at least this time he could see what the officer was doing.

Hoseok closed his eyes as he took Yoongi in, but only halfway as his hands made work of wrapping themselves around the base of his shaft and moved up and down.

“Ngh- you’re killing me Hoseok… you’re gonna make me come.”

Hoseok removed his mouth to respond, “that’s sort of the point, Min.”

“Ah- no! I want to please you, taste you, touch you, please uncuff me, Hoseok. I don’t want to come alone.” Yoongi begged, he could hardly recognize the high pitch of his voice that called out to Hoseok in a pleading tone.

“Damn it, I can’t deny you when you sound like that, Yoongi.”

Hoseok moved away from Yoongi’s dick and stalked off the bed and toward his coat that hung over the arm of a chair that belonged to Yoongi’s desk. He dug in one of the pockets until he pulled out a small silver key and made his way back to the bed.

After a few seconds, Yoongi’s hands were finally free and instead of inspecting them for any injuries, Yoongi reached for Hoseok and immediately got to work taking his clothes off.

“I see you’re wasting no time.” Hoseok chuckled as he helped Yoongi take off his clothes.

“You’ve kept me waiting long enough, Jung.” Yoongi teased before finally getting rid of the last article of clothing on Hoseok.

His eyes ravished in the sight of the man before him. Hoseok, unlike Yoongi, had defined muscles- taut and strong. Yoongi supposed being a police officer had its perks when looking at Hoseok’s body- a pure testament to the hard work he puts into his job, not to mention the length of his dick that Yoongi wanted to please.

“Like what you see?”

A voice called from in front of Yoongi who simply nodded before licking his lips and hopping out of the bed to stand in front of Hoseok. While his legs were a little weak from Hoseok’s handiwork he was able to stabilize himself as he ran his hands up and down Hoseok’s strong and warm body. He was soft and smooth as Yoongi’s lips pecked short kisses over Hoseok’s chest.

As he did so his hand snaked down to Hoseok’s throbbing cock and gave it a little tug forcing a guttural moan to sound from Hoseok’s lips as his head rolled back. Yoongi felt a sudden flutter in his chest as he watched the way the cop’s eyes squeezed shut while Yoongi began rubbing his hand up and down his shaft in light teasing strokes.

“Please… Yoongi…”

“This is your punishment for making me wait to touch you, Hoseok. It’s my turn to tease you, to make you call out my name and beg for mercy.” Yoongi whispered harshly before giving Hoseok’s dick a harsh tug resulting in another moan to escape his lips.

Yoongi smirked at the sudden rush of power he attained as his hands continued lightly stroking Hoseok while his other hand cuffed his balls and played with them.

“Yoongi… please…” Hoseok called out, his eyes now landing on Yoongi’s with a certain desperation present in them.

“Hm?” Yoongi asked innocently, his hand never stopping its trail of torment, “what is it, Hoseok? Do you want me to suck your dick?”

Hoseok nodded enthusiastically as Yoongi stifled back a laugh and said with fake annoyance, “fine. But only because I want to know what you taste like.”

With that, Yoongi dropped to his knees and licked the sides of Hoseok’s shaft, his tongue gliding over the warm dick before completely sinking into it as he wrapped his mouth over Hoseok’s erection.

Yoongi felt Hoseok’s hand gently grip his hair and guide him slowly down his dick, Yoongi felt his eyes well up as Hoseok’s dick reached deeper and deeper into his mouth until he felt it hit the back of his throat. Yoongi popped his mouth off of Hoseok as a few coughs escaped his lips.

“Shit, sorry Yoongi! Are you okay?” Hoseok’s urgent voice called out from over Yoongi who looked up through his blurry eyes and offered a reassuring smile.

“I’m fine, Hoseok. Really.”

Wasting no time, he continued his efforts on Hoseok’s dick, swallowing as much of him as he could before sliding his mouth off for air. The sounds of their activities overtook the noises from below as the exhilaration of that fact coursed through Yoongi’s body. He wondered if Taehyung and Jungkook figured out why he’d been gone so long and assumed that Taehyung had already guessed it while Jungkook tried to convince him otherwise.

“Yoongi,” Hoseok’s voice broke through his daze as Yoongi looked up from his kneeled position on the floor, Hoseok’s dick still in his mouth, “I need-ah-more of you.”

Yoongi’s eyes widened slightly before nodding his head vigorously before giving Hoseok one last good suck and standing up attentively.

“Top or bottom?”

Yoongi was momentarily taken aback by the question before his brain caught up and answered with a smirk, “I’ll let you decide.”

Hoseok’s eyes gleamed deviously at him before his voice commanded in a low tone, “bed.”

Yoongi followed his order diligently and crawled onto the bed, his back pressing into the headboard once again.

“Condoms?”

“In my top drawer next to the bed. There’s some lube in there too,” Yoongi replied breathlessly, his heart thumping dangerously fast in his chest as the thought of Hoseok being inside him echoed in his head.

“Thanks, Min. While I get set up I want you to warm yourself up, okay?”

A flush of red dashed over Yoongi’s cheeks at the proposition. “Are you… going to watch?”

Hoseok nodded his tone adopting a softer edge as if sensing the nerves in Yoongi’s words, “not if you don’t want me to. But Min, I think you’re one of the most beautiful creatures in the world. You're my desire, a sin that I’d love to commit and admire right here and now.”

Yoongi’s eyes widened as the thumping in his chest only increased at the grace Hoseok’s words carried. Without any further hesitation, Yoongi gestured for the lube in Hoseok’s hand who handed it to him.

The cold liquid pooled into Yoongi’s hand before he reached down to his hole and slipped a slick slender finger inside. They got to work as he pulled his finger in and out of himself. After a few seconds, he slipped another finger in as strings of pleasure shot through his body forcing Yoongi to shut his eyes briefly as a tumultuous round of moans escaped his lips. In his masturbation session, Yoongi used his free hand to pinch and prod at his nipples the way Hoseok did, although it wasn’t as pleasurable it still was enough to cause him to arch his back.

After a second Yoongi cracked his eyes open and through his enjoyment, he saw Hoseok standing at the foot of the bed, his mouth slacked slightly open while his hand held his cock, stroking softly as his eyes peered into Yoongi’s like a predator.

“Please fuck me now, Hoseok. I’ve waited long enough.” Yoongi whined, his fingers still moving inside of him.

“Whatever you say, Yoongi.” Without wasting a second Hoseok crawled up next to Yoongi before he tapped his thighs and glanced at his companion.

Tentatively Yoongi straddled Hoseok’s thighs, their cocks brushing against one another in the process as both parties groaned at the contact. Yoongi’s hands rested on Hoseok’s strong shoulders and their thighs were tightly pressed together. The air around them felt electrically charged with a sensual energy, their desires for one another having increased ever since they first entered the apartment.

“I’ve never ridden anyone before, Hoseok,” Yoongi warned, slight embarrassment in his tone but was overtaken by the sheer anticipation he was feeling with the cop’s dick rubbing against him.

Hoseok smiled angelically, a stark juxtaposition to the compromising position the two were settled in before he leaned in slightly, his breath tickling the edges of Yoongi’s ear, “it’s okay. I’ll teach you, just take your time.” His hands emphasized his point as they latched onto his waist.

Yoongi nodded before taking a shaky breath and offering a wobbly smile. Finally, after a second he lifted himself up and tried to center himself over Hoseok who smiled patiently at the man. Slowly, Yoongi descended onto Hoseok’s dick, but even with him being warmed up along with the slicked condom Hoseok was wearing, putting his cock inside him was a struggle with its length.

“Here,” Hoseok whispered as one of his hands left Yoongi’s waist to try to position his cock under Yoongi until he felt his tip just at the entrance of his hole, “I’ll try to be gentle but it might hurt for a second. Are you ready?”

Yoongi nodded, tired of waiting until he felt Hoseok grip his waist once again and pull him down onto his dick. While the pain wasn’t unbearable it definitely was a little uncomfortable as tears threatened to spill from Yoongi’s face until his lip that was currently being crushed from under his teeth was overtaken by Hoseok’s. He slipped his tongue in easily as if he owned Yoongi’s mouth as the slight pain Yoongi felt faded from his mind until Hoseok’s cock was completely sunk into him.

Breaking away, the two took a second to catch their breath as Yoongi’s body adjusted to Hoseok’s length. When he felt like he was ready Yoongi lifted himself up before lowering himself back down onto Hoseok who groaned quietly in response. Yoongi repeated the action again, his thighs and hips squeezing and contracting as they began to create a stable pace.

“That’s right, Yoongi, just like that. You’re doing great, baby.” Hoseok shuddered out as his hands helped lift Yoongi’s hips up and down.

The pet name sent Yoongi in a frenzy as any and all coherent thoughts flew out of his mind and was overtaken by the feeling of Hoseok’s dick running deep inside of him. As if that wasn’t enough though, Hoseok decided that he must’ve really wanted to torment Yoongi as one of the man’s hands left Yoongi’s waist and moved to rub over his chest and settled into a position where whenever Yoongi moved up or down while riding Hoseok, his hands would rub against Yoongi’s nipples.

“Ah- Hoseok- if you keep touching me like that I’m gonna-”

“It’s alright, Yoongi. You’re doing so well.”

“Hoseok-”

With a look of pure sensual intimacy, Hoseok’s rich and textured voice uttered quietly, “come for me, Yoongi.”

The sensation of Hoseok’s hand constantly rubbing against his sensitive nipple, his hand gripping his waist, dick pumping in and out of him, along with his licentious words it didn’t take long for Yoongi to adhere to Hoseok’s command.

After a few more seconds, Yoongi found himself slamming down on Hoseok until he felt a blinding euphoric high consume his entire being. His head flung back in pleasure while his eyes squeezed shut before a trembling shout of utter obscenities flew from his mouth. The people below may have possibly heard his cry of pleasure but at that very moment, Yoongi didn’t care.

Hoseok came soon after with a few more pumps. His voice rang through the empty apartment as his hands held tightly onto Yoongi. The two rode out the rest of their orgasm, Yoongi slowly moved his hips over Hoseok while they looked intently at one another.

As the last bit of pleasure sauntered out of their systems, the gravity of what they had done now weighed heavy in the atmosphere.

Once a few minutes passed, Yoongi slid off of Hoseok’s lap and sat at the edge of the bed. The air hung heavy around them and when he tried to take a breath it felt as if he was being suffocated. “Um, if you want to take a shower the bathroom is across the hall.”

Hoseok was quiet for a minute until he mumbled a thanks and stood up from the bed. The two showered separately and afterward, Yoongi offered Hoseok a night at his place if he wanted to stay which the officer accepted.

“What about the speakeasy? Don’t you need to close up?” Hoseok asked after a few seconds of silence.

“Nah, Taehyung and Jungkook know how to close up the shop. Besides I’m sure they realized I wasn’t coming back down after 30 minutes had passed.

Hoseok chuckled softly to himself before moving towards the bedroom door, was he going to sleep on the couch?

“If you’re not uncomfortable with it, you can sleep in the bed if you’d like. That couch isn’t the most comfortable to sleep on.”

A look of conflicting hesitance flashed over Hoseok’s face before he nodded slowly and made his way to the unoccupied side of the bed before sliding into the covers next to Yoongi.

The two faced one another, the darkness of the night surrounding them but the confusion and caution in their eyes were as clear as the sun that would soon rise in the sky.

Yoongi knew they needed to talk about what happened but he had no idea where to start until Hoseok did it for him, his voice was low and quiet as a hint of tiredness clung to his tone.

“I don’t regret it, Yoongi.”

The man looked up at Hoseok as he feigned confusion, “hm?”

“Having sex with you- I don’t regret it.”

“You don’t?”

Hoseok shook his head as a soft smile graced his lips before lifting his hand from under the cover to caress the side of Yoongi’s face. “Nope. How about you?”

The man shook his head quickly, a small smile splintering over his lips, “I don’t.” The feeling of Hoseok’s fingertips brushing over his cheeks caused a blooming feeling of comfort to pass through Yoongi’s chest until it was quickly wiped away by his next question, “but what do we do now?”

“Now?”

Yoongi nodded, was this a one-time thing? It had to be right? There was no way they could have a relationship together with their conflicting goals.

“Whatever we want, Yoongi.”

Hoseok’s response pulled Yoongi from the burdening thoughts in his head as he stared incredulously at the seemingly relaxed man in front of him.

“Yoongi, jobs are just that- jobs. Do ours happen to conflict with one another? Yes, but that doesn’t mean it can stop us from seeing one another.”

“So this wasn’t a one-night thing? You want to possibly have a relationship with me?” Yoongi didn’t want to get his hopes up but the way Hoseok smiled so reassuringly at him, caused a flicker of optimism to sprout in his soul.

“Of course, Yoongi. Unless… you didn’t want to… which in that case I completely understand.” For once since the entire night, Hoseok looked a bit nervous as he began rambling about his imagined rejection.

Yoongi rolled his eyes at the man before lifting his hands up from the covers to cup the sides of Hoseok’s cheeks and bring him in for a tender soft kiss. Their lips pressed together gently as if adding any more pressure would break them.

“Let’s see where this goes, Officer Jung, alright?” Yoongi teased as a cocky smile graced his lips.

Hoseok’s eyes widened momentarily before adopting the same playful look on his face, his eyes gazing into Yoongi’s while his hand snaked around his waist, pulling Yoongi’s hips flush against his, “well alright Mr. Min. Let’s see where this goes.”

As the night drifted and slipped into the seamless light of the morning Min Yoongi, a speakeasy owner, and Jung Hoseok, a police officer slept soundlessly entangled in each other’s arms as the problems dwelling in New York City faded away into the depths of obscurity and irrelevance. Leaving only the promise of tomorrow with a new start hopefully for the both of them.

A Dose of TLC (jk x jm)

Notes•

Pairing: Bartender Jungkook x Customer Jimin

Genre: strangers to lovers, slight smut (mild), au, bar, flirting, comfort

Summary: After Jimin completely breaks things off with his boyfriend of two years he's in the need of a distraction…

Warnings: emotional pain/emotional hurt, slight swearing, implied/referenced drug use, mild eventual smut

WC: 8,349

Enjoy!

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Jimin had just about had it with his boyfriend. The two years of trust, care, and love he had devoted and poured into his partner were wasted and spilled all over their bed as Jimin stormed out of the room after witnessing his boyfriend fucking someone else upon entering his bedroom.

“Baby- wait!”

Jimin ignored the pleas of his now ex-boyfriend as he snatched his car keys from the kitchen counter, quickly striding over to the front door before he felt a hot hand grip his shoulder.

“Fuck off!” he shouted, disgust framing the scowl on his face at the thought of his ex-boyfriend's hand on his body after it had touched someone else.

“Jimin- wait, please! It isn’t what it looks like.”

The man rolled his eyes as he did his best to keep the hot streaks of anger from spilling over his eyes.

“Yeah right, Taehyung. This is the second fucking time- and in our bed no less!”

The wispy tresses of the fall breeze cascaded over Jimin’s face once he made it out of the apartment building, Taehyung hot on his heels, his pleading voice quickly turning into annoyance at Jimin’s uncooperativeness.

“Jesus Jimin. Slow the fuck down! You’re being dramatic!”

The man couldn't believe the words being spewed from his ex-lover’s lips. He wouldn’t let his manipulative boyfriend talk him back into his arms again and instead focused on clearing his tear-blurred eyesight enough to spot his car in the parking garage.

“Baby, c’mon. What’re you doing?” Taehyung asked once Jimin approached his car, the vehicle chirped obediently at the click of the man’s keys.

“The fuck does it look like I’m doing, Taehyung?”

Not waiting for another response Jimin gripped the door handle of his black BMW before hauling it open and hurridly plopping himself into the sleek leather seats while Taehyung rushed to the driver’s side- narrowly avoiding getting his hand crushed in between the car door when he caught the edge of the metal frame, holding it open.

“Move or I’ll break your hand,” Jimin growled as he tried to shut the door close but sadly his boyfriend was stronger and was able to hold his stance.

“Jimin- listen. What you saw… it-it was a mistake, I swear. I’d never intentionally do anything to hurt you.”

“Great speech. Are you done now?”

The taller man huffed at his boyfriend’s response, his patience running thin as he did his best to appease him. “Really Jimin? This is how you act when I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you? This is why we could never work out.”

Jimin could feel his eyes practically fly out of his sockets, was his boyfriend always this tone-deaf? He couldn’t help but stare dumbfoundedly at the man currently stopping him from leaving, his sharp dark eyebrows furrowed thus creasing his forehead, and his eyes were filled with a brooding darkness that honed in on Jimin’s startled gaze.

“You really want to know why we never worked out? It was because you couldn’t keep it in your fucking pants and because I could never call out your manipulative bullshit. But that changes today. I’m done, Taehyung. Don’t call me, don’t text me, don’t talk to me– we’re over.” With one last look at his past, Jimin saw a flash of the joyful memories he once had with his boyfriend that had long passed before shoving the man’s hand off of his door and closing it.

Jimin had to leave, he didn’t know where the hell was going to go but he just needed to get away from the memories that plagued him at his apartment. His thoughts were all scrambled in his head and he could feel his chest begin to restrict and contract with anxiety while his heart knocked against his rib cage, a dull ache filling up the beating vessel.

He wouldn’t- no- he couldn’t think about his now ex. This day marked the beginning of a new era for Jimin. As much as he felt himself wanting to pull the car over and break down on the side of the road he instead forced his foot to press harder on the gas pedal. He needed to get away, he needed a distraction. He knew he made the right choice breaking it off with Taehyung but the pull of pain he felt at leaving the person he thought he loved for two years was a difficult adversary to ignore.

Jimin supposed that his body thought alcohol would help in quieting his pain as he soon found himself in front of one of his favorite gay bars. He used to frequent it often as his friend worked there but once he got into a relationship Taehyung demanded that he stopped going since he feared Jimin would hook up with someone from the bar.

Jimin snorted bitterly as he recalled the memory and made his way inside the club. When he entered he noted the changes that were made since the last time he had visited which included the remodeled dance floor that showcased the multicolored LED square tiles that lit up the squirming bodies that stood atop it. On the far side of the club was the bar that was now decorated in black marble countertops that matched the black walls.

Overall the bar seemed to take on a more sleek industrial theme that Jimin could appreciate as he made his way over to the bar. If he was going to get over his breakup and lavish in his newfound freedom he’d definitely need some liquor in his system as a means of liberation.

“That edible I took must’ve been laced with something unless the real Park Jimin is standing in front of me right now!”

“Taking drugs on the job, I’m appalled Mr. Kim Namjoon. I might just have to report you to Seokjin.”

Once Jimin reached the bar he was met by his friend who swiftly made his way around the counter to embrace him in a bone-crushing hug, his muscle-toned arms completely overtaking the smaller man.

“Ah, don’t worry about Jin. I have very effective ways of appeasing him…” Jimin shoved Namjoon’s arm as he observed the salacious look his friend had sent him.

“Gross. I see the two of you are still going strong.”

“Being fuck buddies with my boss is probably the best idea I’ve ever had.”

Jimin rolled his eyes as he took a seat on one of the plush bar stools while his friend went back to his station behind the somewhat crowded bar, “yeah until he finds out what a whore you are and fires you.”

Namjoon put a dramatic finger to his lips as he puckered them, “I can’t help it if I like to explore.”

A pang of hurt shot through Jimin’s eyes as he recalled his boyfriend doing some “exploring” of his own. Damn it, he came here to forget his problems and catching up on Namjoon’s latest conquests definitely wasn’t helping.

“So what brings you here?” the older man asked, thankfully moving on to a new subject after catching the solemn expression his friend made, much to Jimin’s oblivion.

“Just wanted to be out,” the cocked eyebrow on Namjoon’s face was enough to force a sigh out of the younger man as he knew Namjoon was aware of Taehyung’s ban on the place. As much as he wanted to just pretend that stint of his life didn’t exist- he couldn’t. Because his relationship with Taehyung did exist. And it took up a big part of his life that he couldn’t just drink away with a shot of tequila despite how much he wished he could. And so it was with a heavy breath that Jimin briefly filled his friend in on the events that occurred not two hours earlier.

“And you came here right after telling him off?”

Jimin nodded as his eyes picked at the bar counter until he heard his friend make a sound of joy. Snapping his head up to face his friend Jimin was met with Namjoon sporting a wide with his head thrown back, revealing several of the neck tattoos he had gotten on a whim.

“About damn time, Jimin! This calls for a fucking celebration!” Namjoon swiftly turned his back to his friend as he began picking up various bottles and glasses, his tone overcome with happiness that left Jimin speechless.

“‘About damn time’…? Wh-what are you… were you waiting for me to break up with Taehy-”

“Ah! Don’t even say that prick’s name. Tonight is all about you and your newfound freedom!”

Jimin couldn’t believe the enthusiastic reaction he was receiving from his best friend. He knew that Namjoon was never fond of Taehyung, especially after the first time he had cheated on Jimin, but it was still shocking to see how excited Namjoon was. Jimin figured that normal friends of someone who got cheated on would provide comfort rather than copious amounts of alcohol but obviously, Namjoon was not a “normal friend”.

“I got your favorite!” Namjoon turned around to reveal the three shot glasses he had been making, “top shelf shit.”

“Are you allowed to give me this? I thought this stuff was reserved for private parties.” Jimin was never one to turn down free alcohol but after abandoning the club for so long he felt like a foreigner and didn’t want to draw any more attention to him as Namjoon’s shouting had already caught the eyes of the nearby patrons.

“Don’t worry about it, Jimin. I’ll deal with Jin later,” as if settling the matter Namjoon pushed a shot glass into his nervous friend’s hand before grabbing one himself and lifting it up above him, gesturing for Jimin to do the same, “to new and exciting sex!”

Rather than ask why that was a top priority for Namjoon to cheer to, Jimin simply laughed and cheered along with his friend before throwing back the burning liquid that slid down his throat.

“So… what else has changed since I’ve been here? I see you’ve remodeled.” Jimin cleared his throat from the bitter alcohol while nodding to the new countertops as his friend poured him another shot before drinking the third shot he brought with him.

“Mmh, yeah. Jin came into some money from his side business and decided to jazz up the place to draw in more customers. And with the flood of new customers pouring in he had to hire more staff.” Namjoon paused to take a shot with his friend and after chasing it with the glass of water he poured he continued, “I gotta tell you- some of the people he hired are hot as fuck. I gotta introduce you to-”

Namjoon’s words suddenly stopped short as he snapped his head towards a familiar voice that had thrown his name into the air. Jimin did his best to hide back the laugh threatening to slip from his lips as he immediately knew the hell Namjoon was about to get and quickly poured himself another shot.

“Kim Namjoon! I know you aren’t giving away all my top-shelf liquor.”

From a door hidden to the left of the bar emerged a pissed Seokjin whose eyes narrowed dangerously onto his employee. His usual crisp suit only further heightened his menacing aura as he marched his way toward Namjoon.

“Jinnie! Listen I know you said not to use the top-shelf alcohol without authorization but-”

“But what, Namjoon? What could possibly have caused you to use my alcohol when I distinctly remember expressing to you that-”

When Jin was close enough to spot Jimin sitting at the bar he stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes locking in on his friend before a small warming smile shifted his once scowling expression to one of fondness.

“Jimin… what a surprise. It’s been a while, I’m glad to see that you’re well.”

Jimin bowed his head with a smile of his own, “hey Jin. Nice to see that you’re still chewing this asshole out when he needs it.”

“Hey!” Namjoon’s voice interjected with disbelief staining his tone as Jin quickly remembered why he had left his office in the first place.

“Right. I seem to be doing it more often than I’d like.”

“But you see why I did it! It’s Jimin!”

Jin simply pursed his lips as he folded his arms and stared sternly at the man. Namjoon didn’t seem fazed, however, as he simply slid on an easygoing smile that showcased his dimples before simmering closer to Jin and wrapping his strong arms around the man’s small waist, pulling him flush against Namjoon’s torso. He then leaned his mouth to the side of Jin’s reddening face despite the firm expression he wore.

Jimin could just barely make out the mumbled words Namjoon whispered into his employer’s blushing ear, “c’mon Jinnie~ I promise to make it up to you if you let it slide just this once…”

Jimin watched with curiosity as a tense second passed between the two until finally, Namjoon’s charm seemed to soften Jin up as the older man sighed and agreed to not duel out any punishment for spending his expensive alcohol.

“Dick must be good…” Jimin mumbled mindlessly, pouring himself another drink while his two friends began not-so-subtly flirting.

Jimin wasn’t jealous of their relationship or anything, but he did wish he could have someone to use as a distraction to take his mind off of the only person he had let touch him for the last 2 years.

“Hey- Jimin-” at the sound of his name the man forced the small frown away from his lips and looked up to face Namjoon who still had Jin wrapped in his arms, “I’m gonna go help Jin with some business in the back.”

“Uh huh, business. Sure…”

A small chuckle slipped from Namjoon’s lips, “yeah, you know how it is. Anyways I don’t want to cut your celebration short so I’m gonna send over one of the new hires I was telling you about. He’s super chill and sexy as fuck. I think he’ll be able to hold it down until I get back, okay?”

Without waiting for a response Namjoon quickly signaled to someone further down the bar who was currently being blocked by the crowd of people before giving Jimin one last charming smile and dragging Jin away to the office.

Jimin simply sighed before making a move for the abandoned bottle of tequila but was intercepted by a hand that pulled the bottle out of his reach. Jimin felt like he was tipsy enough to have the confidence to curse out whoever took away his last chance at forgetting his ex until his narrowed eyes snapped up to face the owner of the hand.

“You the guy Namjoon wanted me to pour for?”

Holy shit.

Namjoon wasn’t kidding when he said the new hires were hot- hell they were more than hot. If the strapping man standing before him was any indication it was no surprise that this place was booming with customers if all the staff looked like demons spawned from hell to fulfill every sinful desire a mortal may have.

“I was hoping you could do a little more than that…”

This guy, whoever he was, looked like the incarnation of sex. Jimin barely processed what he had said as his eyes roamed over the man who had tilted his head and raised a finely waxed eyebrow. The slight glint of his lip piercing teased Jimin from its position on the man’s small yet pouty pink lips. His soft-looking black hair was styled as a mullet, the ends of his hair curled around his neck while his parted bangs fanned the sides of his angular face. His doe-like eyes seemed to sear deep into Jimin’s soul. His eyes almost appeared to contain a certain darkness that lurked just beneath his gaze… it wasn’t malicious but rather heated and intense, forcing Jimin to break eye contact.

Instead, he turned his attention to cascade over the fabric covering the man’s body. He sported a tucked white button-up shirt paired with heavily ripped black jeans that teetered the line between professional and casual. The shirt revealed just enough of the bartender’s collarbone to warrant thoughts of imagining what lies further below on his body.

He exuded a sense of authority and power despite him being a newly hired bartender and suddenly Jimin was thankful that his best friend was such a fuck boy and allowed him to meet this beautiful man.

“Careful. I charge by the hour.” the man had quipped back, forcing Jimin out of his analysis and back into the club that was now doused in slowly flashing white strobe lights. “So what’ll you have? Seems like there’s no budget for you… must be special.”

“Special is one way to put it but I’ll take a martini.”

The bartender simply nodded with a quirked eyebrow and a small smile as he began gathering the ingredients he would need for the drink. When he turned around Jimin took the time to admire the way his shirt hugged the toned muscles of his back and the curve of his ass in his tight jeans.

“I didn’t catch your name,” Jimin managed to formulate a few words to make conversation, figuring that it might be more productive than staring at the man’s ass.

“Didn’t throw it.”

“Oh what? You charge for that too?”

Turning around, the man had a shaker in one hand and a martini glass in the other that he placed right in front of Jimin. He eyed him warily as if trying to work out his angle but if Jimin was honest with himself he was just tipsy and horny, he wasn’t sure how that was translating though, and hoped the bartender wasn’t put off by his barely cognizant words.

“And what if I do? Do you think you have enough to afford it?” in one swift movement, the man had leaned himself over the counter, one hand holding himself up as his face fell a breath away from Jimin who could barely swallow the dried spit that had settled on his tongue. He could practically see the man’s nonexistent pores if he tried hard enough and at the swipe of his pink tongue across his lips Jimin felt his eyes dart down to catch the action, the bartender’s lips suddenly glistening and tempting enough to taste.

Fuck, he wanted him bad.

But he had to get himself under control, a guy as good-looking as him had to pull with just a blink of his long eyelashes and Jimin refused to fold that quickly. He at least wanted to challenge the guy a bit, it made the ultimate goal that much more satisfying when rewarded.

Before Jimin could say or do anything he noticed the bartender pull back, an empty shaker hanging from his hand. That’s when Jimin noticed his martini glass was now miraculously filled and realized that the man had leaned in so closely to fill his drink and not for any other nefarious purposes.

“Well, how much are you worth?” Jimin almost forgot to respond to the awaiting bartender as he shifted his gaze to his drink, his hands gently clasped the shimmering stem and raised it up to his lips.

“How much do you think?”

“You tell me.”

“Mmh, I’d rather show you.”

Jimin felt his hand shake slightly as he did his best to not choke on the alcohol that had just slipped into his mouth. It had been a while since he had someone be so forward with him and now that he seemingly piqued the interest of the hot bartender he felt all that more flustered.

“I’ll give you a free pass for now though. I’m Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook.”

“Park Jimin.”

“So, Jimin. What brings you here?”

“I just wanted a nice distraction.”

Jungkook smirked at that, his lips lifting slightly to reveal his shiny teeth, “it’s a good thing you met me then.”

Jimin cocked an eyebrow as he took another sip from his drink before he responded, “oh? And why is that?”

“Because it looks like I’ve already got you thoroughly distracted with my presence alone,” the bartender’s tone was low and smooth as he spoke, almost as if he was casting a spell on Jimin which only worked to prove his point further.

He had, in fact, forgotten about Taehyung the second this man had walked up to him, but that didn’t mean he needed to know that. So he forced a scoff to escape his lips as he leaned back a bit in his chair with his arms and legs crossed as a means to come off as nonchalant as possible.

“And who told you that?”

“Just that little blush on your cheeks,” without warning Jungkook had leaned over the counter once again but this time it was his arms that reached out to Jimin as a slender finger brushed lightly against his flushed cheek. The short-lasting touch felt like it had imprinted onto Jimin’s cheek once Jungkook pulled back with a self-satisfied smirk. His finger was so warm when it tenderly caressed his cheek and the movement had also caused the sleeves of Jungkook’s shirt to ride up a little, revealing a full sleeve of tattoos that only turned Jimin on even more. “Hm, your cheeks look a little redder now…”

“That’s not fair! You took me by surprise.”

“Who said anything about being fair? I distracted you didn’t I? Seems like I did my job.”

“If that’s how you complete jobs I’m surprised you haven’t been fired yet.” Jimin couldn’t help the slight pout of his lips as the alcohol in his system seemed to make him more bratty than usual.

Jungkook, however, appeared to be mildly entertained by the man in front of him but before he could tease him further a voice from further down the bar broke through the atmosphere.

“Kook! Need you down here!”

Jimin lifted his head up to try to connect a face to the disembodied voice but was only met with the teeming bodies of bartenders rushing around to complete orders and patrons chatting jovially with drinks in their hands.

Turning his attention back to Jungkook Jimin noted the way his tongue poked the inside of his cheek, his furrowed eyebrows and his hip leaning against the side of the counter.

“Sorry, cutie. Duty calls. I had fun being your distraction though… find me if you need another,” with a wink and a flash of his smile the man was gone, weaving his way behind the bar and toward the voice that had called him.

Left with nothing but his thoughts and a half-empty martini Jimin felt the rush of his blood swell in his cheeks as he did his best to calm the beat of his heart. This Jungkook fellow definitely had a slick tongue and Jimin wanted to see if it could do more than just talk. They had only conversed for a few minutes and yet the man had ignited a flame of desire within him that had once been put out by his ex. Jimin hadn’t felt this infatuated with someone in a long time and he wasn’t sure how to take it.

Was Jungkook’s words an invitation for more? Did he really want him to find him and ask for sex? Was sex what he was even offering? What if he just meant that he’d make him another drink and Jimin just read the situation entirely wrong?

He couldn’t take the embarrassment if he asked the bartender to sleep with him and was rejected.

“Jimin!”

Hearing his name the man shook his head to clear his thoughts and when he returned back to reality he was met with his friend standing in front of him, his clothes ruffled and hair sticking up in places it hadn’t before.

“Namjoon…? What’re you doing back here? I thought you and Jin-”

Namjoon nodded with a sigh, his thumb swiping over his puffy lip, “Jin got a call and had to take it so he kicked me out. Just when things were getting good too.” he huffed despondently at the interruption.

“Okay. Didn’t need that extra detail at the end but…”

Namjoon brushed off Jimin’s comment as his head swiveled around the bar before landing back on his friend, a raised eyebrow prompting his question, “where’s Jungkook?”

“Oh. Someone called him for something. He just left.”

“Damn it, did you at least get some blow while I was away?”

“Namjoon, what?” Jimin couldn’t help the shock that filtered through his voice at the implication his friend had made, “it’s only been a few minutes!”

“That’s still enough time to-”

“Joon, all we did was talk and it was… nice. He was cool. I liked him.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes, “yeah, yeah that’s nice but I was hoping you’d do a bit more than that. I could’ve sworn he was your type…”

Jimin felt his cheeks get hot as he recalled the way Jungkook had looked at him with his wide eyes and pierced lips. “He’s not not my type…”

“Huh?”

“I mean he wasn’t that bad… he was kinda cute…” Jimin’s voice trailed off as he talked, his mumbled words of admission making it hard to face his friend who stared confoundedly at him.

“What? Jimin I can’t hear you.”

“He was hot, okay? He was beautiful and I wanted him to fuck me right here on this counter, you happy?” Jimin knew he was drawing attention with how loud he was shouting, but he was too heated to care at the moment.

“Well I’m glad you admitted it but what are you doing telling me? Go and tell him and then get laid.”

“You make it sound easy…”

“It literally is.”

Jimin simply shook his head as his eyes lowered back down to his martini glass, his small fingers fiddling with the drink.

A second of terse quiet settled between the two, the background noise of people talking and laughing along with the pumping bass from the music filling the space between them before Namjoon’s voice broke the quiet, his tone uncharacteristically gentle.

“Listen, Jimin… I know you're still dealing with the breakup and I don’t want to pressure you into anything you don’t want to do but… if you like Jungkook and want to do something with him then I think you should and not just because I heard he’s packing.” Jimin couldn’t help the small smile that spread across his lips as he listened to his friend talk, “I think Jungkook could help you move on, but only if you want him to. It’s up to you and I’ll respect whatever you decide to choose.”

“Thanks, Namjoon. I appreciate that, seriously.”

Namjoon nodded with a small smirk before raising his hands, “what can I say? I can be gentle when I need to be. Besides the hoes love duality.”

Jimin shook his head at his friend who simply laughed at his own corny joke before focusing back on what he was going to do. It didn’t take long for him to come to a conclusion when he realized his ex had probably already moved on and fucked about three people up till this point. It was his turn to have some fun.

With his resolve set, Jimin picked up his drink and finished it off in one fell swoop before hopping down from his seat and marching off in the direction he saw Jungkook walk in, the sounds of his friends' hoops and hollers echoing behind him.

Forcing himself through the crowd of people who had gathered around the bar was hell but Jimin was determined as he mumbled out apologies whenever he elbowed someone until his ears latched onto the sound of someone's voice from behind the bar.

“Kook, can you go get some more cocktail glasses from the kitchen? We’re running low.”

Snapping his head up Jimin caught sight of Jungkook as he just finished pouring a customer’s drink, the white strobe lights created shadows that flashed over his face and swallowed his eyes in darkness. He nodded his head to whoever had called him and made his way to the side of the bar, lifting the countertop up and heading towards the kitchen.

Jimin never felt himself speed walk faster than he did when he followed after Jungkook who was halfway to the kitchen before he caught up to him. Grasping his arm, Jimin stopped the bartender who turned around with confusion written over his face that quickly morphed into amusement upon meeting Jimin’s face.

“Jimin? Did you follow me?”

“Yes, yes I did.”

Jungkook smiled devilishly at Jimin’s straightforwardness before speaking, his voice raised a bit louder due to the music blaring next to them, “did you need something?”

The shorter man felt his tongue run dry as he did his best to not let his words falter. He wanted- needed this man and he’d be damned if he messed it up now after embarrassing himself by chasing after him. So with a steadying breath, Jimin squared his eyes on Jungkook and tested his luck.

“I was looking for another distraction if the offer was still open?”

Jimin was slightly taken aback at the smile that had widened on the bartender’s face. His smile was surprisingly… cute? His two front teeth were a bit longer than the others and his wide eyes were crescent-shaped as his nose scrunched up slightly making the intimidating man look almost innocent.

“The offer is very much still open,” those words almost made Jimin’s knees weak as he held back the giggle of excitement he felt in his throat, “my shift ends in ten. You think you could be good and wait for me at the front till then? I’ll make it worth your while.”

Jimin nodded obediently at the man’s request eliciting another smile from Jungkook who caressed his cheek before winking and heading back to carry out his last-minute duties. Jimin couldn’t be more excited as he quickly made his way to the front of the club but not before throwing Namjoon a thumbs up from across the room.

It didn’t take long for Jungkook to finish up his shift and soon the two left the dark building together to enter the dark of the night that was dotted with the small scattered lights of the distant stars. The winter breeze was cutting through Jimin’s shirt but luckily Jungkook’s leather jacket that he had let him wear on their way to his car was enough to keep him relatively warm. Jimin had sobered up for the most part by this point but they both agreed it would still be best to take Jungkook’s car to his apartment rather than risk Jimin driving. There was also a small chance that Jimin’s ex could still be in his apartment and the last thing the man needed was to see Taehyung interact with his one-night stand and ruin his night.

“I’m surprised you asked me to spend the night with you.” Jungkook’s voice forced Jimin away from his increasingly burdensome thoughts as the two sped down the empty highway.

The concentrated orange lights from the lampposts doused Jungkook’s skin with a warm glow as he drove with one hand on the steering wheel while the other rubbed small circles along Jimin’s inner thigh.

His touch made it hard for the smaller man to concentrate but he did his best to answer his question with a semblance of thought, “you were surprised? Why?”

Jungkook shrugged as a lazy smile spread across his lips, “you looked content on your own, honestly.”

“Looks can be deceiving…”

A second of silence swooped over the two and Jimin began to regret saying anything. He couldn’t exactly read the look on Jungkook’s face but figured he definitely killed the mood. Why would he say something like that to someone who was practically a stranger? Jungkook didn’t want to hear about his problems and Jimin needed to get them back on track if they were gonna enjoy their night together.

With renewed vigor Jimin cleared his throat before he spoke, his voice taking on an airy tone that matched the quiet of the night around them, “but you were hard to resist…” as he spoke Jimin moved his hand to land on top of Jungkook’s thigh, his fingers moving closer and closer to the precipice of the man’s desire with each word he uttered.

“Jimin…” Jungkook’s voice was low almost blending into the hum of the car engine that rumbled softly underneath them.

Jimin couldn’t tell if his companion was warning him to stop or probing him to keep going but regardless he kept his hand lightly tracing over the ever-hardening bulge that pushed against the tight fabric of Jungkook’s pants.

“Jimin…” Jungkook’s voice was followed by an unsteady breath of air, as if talking took a great deal of effort while he flexed his hands that gripped the steering wheel, “as good as that feels if you don’t stop I’m going to end up crashing this car.”

“Hm… but you feel so good under my touch.” Jimin punctuated his words with a tight squeeze of Jungkook’s bulge who grunted in response, the sound sending blood rushing down Jimin’s body.

Rather than respond Jungkook took a tight breath of air before seemingly pressing harder on the gas pedal sending the car further down the highway. Jimin took a steadying breath as he watched the trees and street lights fly by him, the bass from the music playing lulled him into a peaceful state while he did his best to calm down the fast beat of his heart.

The rest of the drive was relatively uneventful as the pair quickly made it back to the apartment complex Jungkook resided at. As the two got into the elevator headed for the fifth floor Jimin took note of how nice everything looked, he figured these apartments were new and when he walked into Jungkook’s spacious apartment it was even more evident.

Everything in the apartment was clean and the furniture looked well-kept as Jimin was led into the bedroom that sported a large king-sized bed with a fluffy gray comforter.

“Ah! Sorry about the mess, I was in a rush earlier,” Jimin turned in time to see Jungkook picking up a pile of scattered clothes before tossing them into his closet.

“It’s fine… that’s not what I was focusing on anyways…” the slow drawl of Jimin’s voice seemed to catch the bartender’s attention as the man’s once apologetic eyes became hooded and dark within the dim room, the only light illuminating each other was from the haunting glow of the moon.

Rather than wait for a response Jimin simply walked up to Jungkook before slowly backing him up against his bed, forcing the man to sit. His wide eyes never left Jimin’s face until the man in question began slowly stripping off his clothes, his hands running smoothly over his bare chest once his shirt fluttered off of his body.

Jimin wasn’t exactly sure what he was doing when he began taking off his shirt. In all honestly, he was just improvising; especially when he straddled Jungkook whose hands instinctively clutched his lower back. Jimin thought he was doing well with all things considered.

Taehyung was never one for foreplay or romance during sex, intimacy just wasn’t something he would initiate, and thus Jimin was left with the responsibility to force the love and intimacy that should have already been present in the relationship. At first, Jimin figured that they were going through a rough patch and that if he just kept improving his sex game then eventually Taehyung would reciprocate. It wasn’t until Jimin first caught his ex-boyfriend cheating that it all started to click.

“Jimin…? Are you okay?”

Shaking his head, Jimin was met with Jungkook’s furrowed eyebrows and shallow frown. Shit, he was messing this up by thinking about his dumb ex.

“Yeah, I’m fine sorry.”

Jungkook cocked an eyebrow, “are you sure?”

“Totally,” not wanting to feel Jungkook’s inquisitive stare, Jimin leaned his lips to the side of the bartender’s face before peppering him with small pecks and moving his hips in a small circular motion over Jungkook’s bulge.

The low raspy moan that escaped Jungkook’s lips was like music to Jimin’s ears as he pressed himself further into the man’s lap.

“You feel so good…”

Jimin smiled to himself at the confession before whispering back, “I taste even better.”

“May I get a free sample?”

Leaning back Jimin was greeted by Jungkook’s intense expression. His eyes were bright even in the darkness of his room and his skin looked just as soft as the bed he was sitting on. Jimin watched Jungkook’s eyes dart down to his lips before meeting his gaze once again, a silent prose for permission which Jimin granted with a small nod.

Without further pretense, Jungkook leaned in slowly before pressing his lips upon Jimin’s. His kisses were so… different from Taehyung which is to be expected but even still the man couldn’t help the small gasp of surprise that escaped him when feeling the gentle and patient lips that careened over him.

While it felt nice Jimin couldn’t seem to rid himself of a feeling he could only recognize as disgust and shame. How did he not realize sooner that Taehyung had stopped loving him a long time ago? There was a time when he used to kiss Jimin the same way Jungkook was, with tenderness and care but after a while, those kisses turned into quick pecks on the cheek and eventually nothing at all.

He was pathetic. Pathetic for staying with someone who cared so little about him and pathetic for letting the man still have control over him at a time when he should be enjoying himself. Jimin was so overwhelmed by his thoughts that he didn’t even notice that Jungkook had stopped kissing him and instead studied him for a few seconds before breaking the trance Jimin seemed to be in.

“Jimin, what’s wrong? Seriously.”

Hearing the genuine concern lace Jungkook’s voice is what pulled Jimin away from his thoughts, his eyes blurring from unshed tears that he did his best to blink away.

“Was it me? You can tell me if you’re uncomfortable and want to leave. I’ll understand. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“No! No, it-it’s not you, I swear. I’m just-” Jimin couldn’t bring himself to finish his sentence when he looked at the man in front of him. Jungkook didn’t deserve this. He didn’t need Jimin to trauma-dump on him.

“What is it, Jimin? You can tell me, I won’t judge. Actually… hold on.” Without warning Jungkook gently moved Jimin off of his lap before rushing out of the room.

Jimin heard the sound of cabinets opening and closing along before seeing Jungkook come back in a few seconds later with a full glass in his hand.

“Iced tea. It helps calm me down, so I figured it might help you too. I hope you don’t mind.” Passing the drink to Jimin, Jungkook took a seat next to him on the bed while still leaving a respectable amount of space between them.

Jimin was grateful for how careful and patient Jungkook was being with him but he couldn’t help the burning sense of shame he felt imprint on his cheeks. He truly did want to sleep with Jungkook but he couldn’t help but be reminded of how horribly Taehyung had treated him when in comparison to this stranger who was so kind to him.

A few seconds of quiet filled the dark room while Jimin took the time to collect his thoughts, the tea helped in soothing his intrusive thoughts. He knew Jungkook wasn’t going to ask him to explain himself, but Jimin still felt like he owed him an explanation, if for nothing else, for his own peace of mind.

“I know I probably seem crazy…” Jimin’s voice was soft as he angled his face to the ground, his eyes trying their best to focus on the small details of the tan carpet rather than on Jungkook’s gaze.

“No, of course not.”

Jimin laughed dryly, “you don’t have to lie. I know I look like a mess it’s just… I had just broken up with my boyfriend earlier today. I, uh, caught him cheating on me in our apartment.” Jimin held his breath as he waited to hear some sort of scolding or chastising from Jungkook but was instead met with silence, prompting him to continue before he lost his nerve. “I guess seeing the way you’ve treated me made me realize just how broken my relationship was.”

A pair of warm hands enveloped Jimin as he spoke, his words cracking as he did his best to choke down a sob from exiting his lips. Jungkook’s strong arms held onto Jimin, his thumb rubbing small circles over his bare arm while Jimin rested his head against Jungkook’s chest, his heartbeat thumping in a comforting rhythm. For a while, no one moved. Jungkook was so warm and being encapsulated in his arms lulled Jimin into a state of pure contentment after his admission.

“Y’know… I’ve had my fair share of relationships. About half of them have ended with my sorry ass crying on the couch while watching a corny romance movie even though I was the one who ended the relationships.” Jungkook’s voice was soft and low, his warm tone resembling a cozy fire that kept you safe in the midst of winter, “it’s okay to feel hurt, Jimin. To grieve. You’re not crazy for having a normal human reaction to a relationship ending.”

“I know, I just don’t want you to think I’m using you for a rebound or anything I just-”

“If you’re not ready that’s totally fine. Honestly, I’m okay with just watching a movie if that’ll make you feel better. And not to brag but my movie collection is pretty superior.”

That earned a small chuckle from Jimin who agreed to Jungkook’s proposition as the pair then moved to the living room. Jungkook let Jimin pick the first movie while he made them popcorn before they both settled down on the leather couch.

Jimin, who was now wearing one of Jungkook’s band t-shirts, made himself comfortable on the couch with his legs curled up under the oversized shirt while leaning into Jungkook’s side as a large blanket covered the two. At first, Jimin felt a bit sheepish about watching movies with someone he was planning on having sex with but Jungkook never made Jimin feel bad about it and instead would make corny jokes about the movie and tell small anecdotes of memories he had connected to the movie.

“-and then they stood on top of the counter and reenacted the pose. They had the DJ change the music and everything too.”

“You’re lying!”

“I swear I’m not!”

Jimin couldn’t help the string of laughter that left his lips as his brain conjured up a visual of Jungkook’s story, “there’s no way Namjoon and Jin reenacted that titanic scene at the bar.”

Jungkook huffed despondently before reaching to grab his phone with a determined look plastered over his face, “we can call Jin and ask him-”

“No! I believe you.” with a laugh Jimin leaned over Jungkook to grab the phone before he lifted the device out of Jimin’s reach, leaving him an inch away from Jungkook’s face.

A second of tentative divisiveness clouded Jimin’s head as he simply stared at Jungkook who did the same. As the moment stretched on and the movie became a forgotten memory playing quietly in the background Jimin felt his own desire to pleasure Jungkook begin to fill his head.

Here he was with this gorgeous man looking at him with his beautiful bright eyes, how was he supposed to resist him? Without uttering a word Jimin pressed a quick kiss to the bartender’s lips before he moved off of the couch and positioned himself to be stationed in front of Jungkook’s legs. With a slow and sensual touch, Jimin eased open Jungkook’s legs while his eyes stayed focused on the bartender’s cautious yet intrigued reaction. Jimin ran the pads of his fingertips lightly over the dark denim fabric, his fingers brushing against Jungkook’s bulge eliciting a small gasp of surprise from the man above. But before he could go further, Jimin’s hands were overtaken by Jungkooks’ who gazed down at him with a worried expression.

“You don’t have to do this, Jimin. I know you’re still mourning your last relationship and I don’t want you to feel like you owe me any sexual favors if that’s not what you want to do.”

Jimin sweetly smiled up at Jungkook, he couldn’t believe just how mature he really was and it only made Jimin more firm in what he was going to do. “I appreciate that Jungkook, I really do. But trust me, I want to do this. Will you let me?”

The man in question seemed stunned by Jimin’s response as he only managed a quick nod of his head. His eyes somehow widened even more as he watched Jimin work.

Pulling Jungkook’s hardened cock from undeneath his tight boxers left Jimin practically salivating at the sight, this man had probably one of the prettiest dicks in the world. His blushing pink tip glistened with precum as the sticky substance rolled delicately down Jungkook’s veiny curved shaft. Jimin wasted no time connecting his lips to the tip, smearing the precum across his lips before dashing his tongue out to taste it, his eyes snapping up to catch the moan that left Jungkook’s lips who watched in anticipation.

He tasted sweet which was a good sign as Jimin wasn’t sure if he could handle giving head to someone whose cum tasted like battery acid. Moving his lips further down the tip Jimin made sure to accentuate the movements of his tongue by delicately lavishing the slit of Jungkook’s cock before he relaxed his jaw and took more of the bartender into his mouth.

“F-fuck, Jimin…” Jungkook’s voice was hoarse and strained while he spoke, from the corner of his eye Jimin observed the way he clenched the forgotten blanket, his knuckles turning a ghostly white from the pressure.

Rather than respond Jimin simply hummed before he gradually moved his mouth up and down Jungkook’s shaft, his ministrations leaving a trail of saliva over the throbbing cock. The deeper Jimin took him the louder Jungkook became, glancing up at the bartender left a stunning visual of Jungkook’s head rolled back, his eyes clenched shut, and gorgeous lips rippling with explicit sounds.

Briefly lifting his mouth off of Jungkook’s dick Jimin wrapped his hands around the base of the shaft and began pumping Jungkook’s cock, his saliva making a great lubricant that allowed for his hands to move at a quick pace. Jungkook practically whined once Jimin switched to giving him a handjob, his voice sounding almost like he was singing with his high-pitched pleas for release and praise.

Not wanting to interrupt the flow, after a few more seconds Jimin once again connected his mouth back onto Jungkook’s tip, his tongue swirling over the reddening skin before completely covering the top half of Jungkook’s length while his hands worked on the base of the shaft.

From the breathless pants and incoherent words, it was clear Jungkook was close to his climax and with that in mind Jimin made sure to suck a bit harder, the sound of his mouth enveloping Jungkook’s cock echoed throughout the dark empty apartment and Jimin lavished at how beautifully Jungkook’s moans rang out into the air. It only took a few more good sucks until Jungkook’s strangled voice called out that he was about to cum.

Jimin didn’t let up though as the warning fell on deaf ears, he really wanted to taste Jungkook again and kept his mouth wrapped around the man before feeling a burst of heat coat his lips and tastebuds. Jimin relished in the feeling of Jungkook’s cum in his mouth, swallowing happily at the fact that he was able to help the bartender reach his orgasim relatively quickly after not giving any head for the past few months.

Once Jimin was sure Jungkook had come down from his high he removed his mouth with a ‘pop’ before sitting back up on the couch, his lips still tingling from the whole session.

“Wow… that was…” Jungkook looked dazed as he turned to face Jimin with his dilated eyes and agape mouth, “wow.”

Jimin chuckled at the man’s astonished expression, “they don’t call me the throat goat for nothing, y’know.”

That earned a hearty laugh from Jungkook who flung his head back on the couch, “you’re amazing… truly.”

Jimin felt his heart swell with warmth at Jungkook’s words. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever see the man again but right now that didn’t matter. Leaning closer to him Jimin felt their two lips collide and mold into one another, the kiss was heated and passionate and Jimin loved the feeling of Jungkook’s tongue fondling with his own.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to…” Jungkook’s words were muttered hurriedly before diving back into the kiss, his hands wrapping tightly around Jimin’s waist.

“No, I’m fine seriously. Pleasing you was hot enough. You look cute when you come, by the way.”

“Hopefully I can say the same to you one day.”

Jimin preened at Jungkook’s words. So he did want to see him again. Jimin wasn’t mad at the proposition and as the two continued their heated makeout session (while occasionally rewinding the movie before returning to kissing), he felt himself become excited for whatever his future held for him and was grateful for finding someone to help him bury his past.

Forget touching grass, go kiss somebody.

Long rant ahead, you’ve been warned 😬

For a community that relies so much on reading peoples’ body language and tells, the majority of BTS shippers seem to have a concerning lack of understanding of how actual humans living a life work.

I swear. Y’all will sit and analyze the hell out of three seconds worth of slowed-down content, but ignore any and all context, extraneous factors (aka concerns that don’t have anything to do with romance and can make someone appear upset, closed off, or just plain tired) and everything that happens after those all-important three seconds.

Looking at you, anons who I’ve seen all pressed over the fact that in the We Photobook Sketch, Jimin was initiating most of the Jikook moments. Some of y’all are insecure jikookers, some are from another ship trying to have a gotcha moment, and some are probably just new to things, but… keep in mind:

1. Content isn’t always released in chronological order.

Yes, this photoshoot behind the scenes is the most recent content released, but that doesn’t mean it’s the most recent thing that happened. @kanmom51 had a great post about this whole photoshoot, and took a guess that it happened around Sep 2021. I think that’s probably right, based on haircuts/colors and piercings. Which would mean this “distance” between JK and JM that you all think you picked up on took place BEFORE: JK getting his attendance stamps in JM’s room all day every day in late 2021, the infamous and adorable “should I come see you?” birthday vlive, and the ass-grabbing, forehead-touching, finger heart-giving, bridal-carrying Jikookery Foolishness Fest that was PTD Las Vegas.

And just because late 2021 and 2022 was a gold mine, and because I know y’all try to dismiss concert behavior as fake fanservice, it was also before: “I’ll keep holding Jiminie ✋😛🤚”, “happy birthday BRO,” the attentive giddy love sesh that was aerial yoga, and this flirty ass conversation:

So… try to orient content on the timeline before making judgments based on it. It will save you a lot of anxiety.

2. Learn the difference between focus and coldness.

Not always, but in general, JK seems to (I’m gonna use an ADHD term because I have it and I strongly suspect he does too but obviously I don’t know for sure don’t come at me) hyperfocus on things, particularly when it’s something like a work photoshoot where there are likely a lot of staff around and there’s a job to get done. Yes, he can goof off at work with the best of them, but for stuff like this (which had a stricter, more professional vibe than say, filming a Run BTS ep), he’s almost always the more reserved one, while Jimin seems to have an easier time shifting between his silly, flirty side and his fierce professional model side. The man can turn it off and on like a light switch, while JK seems to have a harder time shifting his attention and coming in and out of “work mode” (also an ADHD thing, just saying). So yeah, we see JM making eyes at JK in between shots, we see him turning toward JK while JK keeps his gaze on the camera. To me, this does not read as JK being disinterested in JM. It reads as “I have a job to do and I need to stay in the zone or I’ll look dumb as hell in these photos and I’m too pretty for that.” Just my take 🤷‍♀️ Which brings me to…

3. Context is everything.

My spouse and I have been together for nearly 10 years. We still have moments where we are over-the-moon into each other, and we also have moments where work takes priority, where we aren’t as attentive as we should be, where one of us wants attention and the other is focusing on something else (not saying that’s necessarily what was going on during the photoshoot, but it’s possible and a much more reasonable conclusion than JK suddenly falling out of love and JM not noticing). If someone were to make a short video recording us on any given day, our interactions might vary. We might look super close; we might look a little distant. Because real humans in real relationships have normal fluctuations like that. If assorted, curated clips from a 7 minute video (think about that — that shoot probably lasted 4-5 hours at least, and they showed us 7 minutes) are your basis for deciding whether a couple is broken up or still together, you’re basing a whole lot on very little. Which is why I say…

Go Kiss Somebody

Like, not without their permission, but you know what I mean. Go experience falling in love, go connect with someone else and see how every little facial twitch you or they make is not evidence of the deterioration of your whole relationship. When shippers try to make a ship sink or sail based on the micro-expressions on someone’s face during a zoomed-in, slow-mo, three second clip, they reveal that most likely, they’ve only ever experienced romantic relationships in the context of novels, fanfic, tv shows and movies. In other words — stories. Because in a love story, every little detail truly IS about the romantic plot line, otherwise the editors would have cut that superfluous stuff out, because they’ve got a story to tell. But real relationships aren’t like that. Real relationships aren’t streamlined love stories with rising action and a climax and a resolution; they’re real people living meandering lives that happen to include immense love. And that’s the difference. Shit, that’s a whole other post…

Ok so I have a few ways to answer this (as a fanfic writer myself who loves to have bts members get with other bts members) (or like ateez get with ateez skz get with skz etc as I am a multi stan) but I don't think that would be a real answer.

I have always wondered how the boys "got off" like do they hire sex workers to come to their house, sign an NDA then get to the fun? or are they too busy and the only way they get off is giving themselves a handy in the shower as they get ready for the day?

ORRRRRRRRRR

My third theory is that their not too busy but they don't wanna hire any sex workers and they don't wanna date anyone and get into a scandal so instead they have fun with each other like a stress relief sort of thing "help a bro out"

However that is the straight theory because I also have the gay theory (because we all love to think that jikook and soap are a thing etc) (but no one has actually come out yet (we don't know if all of bts is straight, all of them are gay, some are gay and some are not etc) so... anyway) Kind of like above they start to have fun with each other but in a more intimate/loving way, maybe they even start to have some feelings for one another, maybe they actually become boyfriends (I'm not going to get into the whole shipping thing however the people who say you shouldn't ship idols because they most likely aren't dating; who says they aren't? I'm not saying that Jikook is real but I'm also not saying that their not because for all we know Jungkook and Jimin could actually be dating! but then again they could be not hence the whole shipping thing.)

I have a feeling it would start as sex only but then progress to something more but my next question is; is it just the main ships like does Jimin only ever get with Jungkook (because they are a couple and if Jimin got with someone else he would be cheating on Jungkook) or do we think that anyone in bts gets with anyone in bts say Jimin and Seokjin? Yoongi and Taehyung? Jimin and Taehyung?

do u guys think bts have ever explored each others bodies

Hi! This is a new account dedicated to bts, where I'll probably post fic recs. In case you're intrested in twitter aus, here's my account on twt where I rec completed aus of all bts ships 💜

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Jikook edit 🍁

Sope edit

Some random Dynamite concept photo edits by me. I'm new to this app so please don't come at my editing skills😭😭 Also, I'm aware that I could've done better with the watermarks so I urge you to ignore that :))

JiKook <3 Jimin reacting to jungkook’s “performance” Kookie made ChimChim so happy Jungkook being fucking extra. Seriously, someone takes him to the stage.

YoonSeok ✔ TaeGi ✔ (Did you notice Tae's hand?) VHope ✔ (a date?!) JiKook ✔ VKook ✔ VMin ✔ ♥ (Super short moment but super cute) This episode of Run BTS! Should be called "how to make A.R.M.Y.S happy"

i’m waiting | jikook au

— in which

jimin, every year a few days before christmas, spends hours at the arrivals area of the airport watching how happy people are to see their families and such. he stumbles appon jeongguk who does the same, but not quite exactly the same.

— warnings: mentions of death (for now ig)

— genre: fluff

MEET THE CHARACTERS

Mini conto | Namjoon + Seokjin | 23/05

ㅡ THE MATH OF NAMJOON

Namjoon adorava funções afins, mas gostava ainda mais quando estavam na forma de cadeia.

Seu caderno de matemática era cheio de: S(x)=J(x), K(s)=K(n) ou S(j)=N(j).

Who doesn't love Taegi? That these two incredibly different men have great respect and love for one another is such a beautiful thing. They are so fun to watch. Let's enjoy some Taegi! 🐯 😺 💜

Here is a thread on how Yoongi indulges Tae. Such a good hyung.

One of my favourite Taegi gifs

And of course Suchwita. Tae was so candid in this interview and so appreciative of Yoongi. Seeing Yoongi become awkward with Tae's outpouring of love was everything. Check it out if you have not.

I love this Taegi shipping channel. Yes, they might insinuate a romantic side to Taegi, though it's not obvious. This channel makes great videos that show their bond with great, fun moments you have probably missed. Check it out if you miss them.

YouTube

Taegi Mystery

Welcome to my Taegi corner! 🌟

Love this Taegi post here on Tumbler so I added it. 😃

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I could never let you go

A Taegi Series, pt. 7: personal space ❌ being attached at the hip ✅ cr. namuspromised, jung-koook, 0613data

Vkook #4

Taehyung: Nice lips

Jungkook: Thanks?

Taehyung: I bet they'd look amazing sucking on-

Jin: SUCKING ON A PACIFIER LIKE THE FETUS YOU ARE

Taehyung:

Jungkook:

I am not lying when I say this

99.99% of my ships are gay

AND that 0.01% is like one straight ship