Dios mío, perdóname
No sé por qué yo le fallé
Yo estaba en la disco perreando
Y con ella me enredé

*BODY ROLLS INTENSIVELY*

Jimin was feeling a little out of place sitting on a stool and watching everybody dancing. He wasn't going to deny that the music and the bright lights in that dark room made him want to just lose himself into sin, but he was too shy to stand up and go dance. Jungkook watched Jimin fidgeting with his fingers and he couldn't help his smile.

"You know we can leave if you want."

"No." Jimin answered way too fast. Jungkook smiled even wider.

"Okay, but you look in thought. Are you feeling alright?" Jungkook leaned on the bar, looking at the crowd dancing like crazy. He was craving to dance, but he wanted to do it with Jimin and if Jimin didn't want to, he wasn't going to force him. He could be happy just being with the blond boy who was currently looking at a drink a girl was chugging in the other stool.

"I'm alright. Give me some time to get used to this." Jimin smiled.

"Do you want anything to drink?" Jungkook asked when he saw how Jimin glanced at different drinks.

"Yeah." Jimin answered without thinking, surprising both of them. He was the type of boy who thought a lot before making a decision.

Jungkook liked it when Jimin spoke his mind without fear, so he nodded and smiled, turning around and asking a man a drink. "Is this one ok for you?" he asked and Jimin just nodded because he liked all types of liquors.

When Jimin had his drink in front of him he took a sip and smiled. This tastes like I'll be dancing on the table in a moment, Jimin smiled and then shrugged the thought. He wasn't like that anymore, he tried to convince himself.

"Aren't you going to drink something?" Jimin asked.

"I don't drink."

Jimin quirked an eyebrow. "You don't? Why?"

"I'm a lightweight and I don't like how it tastes." He shrugged, pulling his hair back. He looks stunning in all black and with that hair, Jimin thought.

Jimin had flashbacks of the good old days. How he used to get drunk anyone who told him they were a lightweight. He used to be the bad influence your mom would hate as your friend. Except Hoseok's mom, she loved him.

"What are you thinking?" Jungkook smiled, looking at how Jimin smirked for no apparent reason."

"I used to be a very bad guy." Jimin's eyes disappeared as he kept smiling. Honestly, everyone seemed to be smiling in that place. "I used to get lightweights drunk."

"Sounds like you were really wild."

"I was." Jimin chugged down his glass.

"If it is you, I don't mind getting drunk." Jungkook admitted and Jimin snapped his head towards him.

"Don't give me permission. You'll regret."

"You can get me drunk if you want." Jungkook's eyes were piercing through Jimin. "You can do anything to me."

Jimin gulped down, looking down to avoid that intense gaze. He then nodded and asked the bartender a round of shots. He smiled when he watched Jungkook's grimace.

"What's that? Smells awful?" Jungkook scrunched his nose.

"That's tequila." Jimin smiled with that mesmerizing bright smile. He looked like an angel, but his smile was devilish. Jungkook knew it, but he didn't care, not one bit.

"I thought you were going to go easy on me."

"I never go easy." Jimin chugged down the shot in one drink.

The truth was that Jimin really wanted to have a good time, and he felt comfortable with Jungkook. He knew Jungkook would never judge him.

They drank the whole round of shots quickly, realizing that the more they drank, people gathered around them. By the last shot, there was a group of people cheering for them, seeing who the winner was because at some point it became a competition.

When Jungkook chugged the last glass, the crowd went crazy. Everyone screamed and cheered for him. Jimin was smiling, he didn't mind if he won. Actually, he let him win. He was pleased because Jungkook drank more than him. Jungkook had a ridiculously wide smile on his face, he was laughing and slightly dancing with the crowd now. His bunny teeth showing and his eyes shining. Jimin smiled and shook his head a little.

Jungkook walked where Jimin was and in a swift move, he took him by the waist. The crowd shouted like crazy again seeing how Jungkook took a firm grip on the blond and the latter had wide eyes.

Girls were fangirling, some boys were screaming with a craving expression on their faces, and some others just turned around and left when they saw both men so close.

"Dance with me, hyung." Jungkook asked, moving his body in a very fluid manner. Jimin was surprised by his dancing skills.

Jimin wrapped his arms around Jungkook's neck, earning another cheerful shout from the drunk audience. He moved his hips to the rhythm. Jungkook smirked at that.

"I'm actually surprised that you can dance so well."

"Same goes for you." Jimin laughed.

They were getting closer and closer, the music getting louder in their ears. Jungkook felt his limbs a bit numb, but he kept dancing, loving the way Jimin's body felt against him. He made him get even closer and there was no space left. Their bodies were pressed against each other, not even one centimeter of space left. Jungkook lowered his head a little, laying his forehead on Jimin's. He now could hear that they both were breathing irregular. He could smell Jimin's scent mixed with sweat. He could see the pink lips, he could almost feel them.

Jimin moved his head forward, his lips brushing against Jungkook's. It felt so soft.

Suddenly, Jungkook was janked away from Jimin in a very violent way.

"What the fuck?" Jungkook yelled, beyond annoyed for being interrupted when he was so close to getting what he wanted.

"This is no gay club, kid." A terrifyingly tall man dressed as the club guard spoke.

Jungkook scoffed. "So?"

"I'll have to escort you out."

"You can't do that." Jungkook clicked his tongue. "That's discriminatory."

"The rules, kid. That's why there are spaces for gay people."

"Bullshit. I'll sue this place and then-"

"Jungkook, stop." Jimin finally spoke. Surprisingly he wasn't terrified or embarrassed as he would be in other time. He was just annoyed by people who treated gay people differently. Wait, so am I really gay? Jimin wondered, then smiled. Yeah, stop making it a big deal. He was honestly so tired of being scared. "Come on. Let's go." Jimin grabbed Jungkook by the arm.

Jungkook followed Jimin like a puppy, glaring one last time at the guards. Jimin guided him to his car and started to drive back.

"Is this really over?" Jungkook asked, sounding disappointed.

"Yeah. I was starting to have fun." Jimin smiled. "But it's better if we go back home. Maybe another day we can do this again."

"Are you sure you wanna go home?"

"Yes. I'm a little tired." Jimin lied. He was actually craving to have some fun, but Jungkook was drunker than he was. He didn't want anything to happen.

They talked and laughed while Jimin drove. He lowered Jungkook's window enough for Jungkook to feel better. The younger suddenly fell silent. Jimin turned to see him sleeping close to the window.

When they arrived, Jimin was panting as he knocked on Jungkook's door. It took a while for Taehyung to open the door, showing his disheveled hair and sleepy eyes. When he noticed Jimin practically carrying Jungkook, his eyes grew comically wide.

"What happened?" Taehyung asked worried as he carried Jungkook in his arms, rushing to his room and placing him in his bed. Jimin followed them explaining Taehyung that Jungkook was a little drunk. "A little? He's passed out, Jimin!"

"Relax. He's just sleeping. He will sleep soundly the whole night, just give him lots of water and he won't be drunk anymore."

Taehyung nodded with a worried expression. "Did he drink with you?"

"Yeah, you should have seen him. He was having a great time." Jimin smiled. "It was a shame you couldn't go because of your job." Jimin said, not really knowing where Taehyung worked.

"I-I- what?" Taehyung looked at Jimin with wide eyes. "I didn't work today."

Jimin furrowed his brows. "Then why didn't you come? Jungkook said you couldn't because you were working."

Taehyung felt his heart shattering when he heard those words. "Jungkook didn't ask." He whispered with sad eyes, but he recovered in a matter of seconds. His smile was back as he started taking Jungkook's clothes and shoes off. "Thanks for bringing him, Jiminie." He smiled. "You can go to sleep too."

Jimin took that as his cue to leave. Taehyung was clearly faking his smile and Jimin couldn't blame him. He would feel bad too if his all-time friend didn't want to go around with him anymore. He felt guilty. He didn't want Taehyung to feel like he was losing his best friend.

"Goodnight, Tae." Jimin gave him a small smile. The last thing he saw before closing Jungkook's bedroom door was Taehyung sat on the bed and leaning close to Jungkook's face with sad eyes.

Jimin opened his door and to his surprise, the lights were on. He took of his shoes and walked to his room, but before he could enter, his eyes roamed towards Yoongi's door. It was opened.

"Yoongi?" Jimin called. It was strange, his door was always closed. "Yoongi?" Maybe it was the alcohol in his system, but Jimin was in Yoongi's room before he could think reasonable.

The bed was empty. The whole room was empty. Jimin walked slowly, looking for his hyung, but he stopped when he was in front of Yoongi's studio door and the other door that he didn't know where it led. He opened Yoongi's studio.

"Yoongi?" He called again. His eyes then landed on the couch in the corner of the room. Yoongi was laying there, with a book in his hands. Their eyes finally meeting.

"H-Hey." Yoongi put his book down in a very weird and swift move.

"Why weren't you answering?" Jimin pouted.

Jimin actually pouted. And Yoongi felt he could melt.

"I didn't hear you." Jimin sat in the small space that was left on the couch, close to Yoongi's feet. "How was your night?" Yoongi sounded annoyed. "Did you like clubbing?"

"I had so much fun." Jimin flashed a drunk smile. "But then they kicked us out." He pouted again, leaning his head back on the couch.

"Why?"

"They said it was not a gay club and kicked us out"

Yoongi froze. "Why did they say that?" All kinds of scenarios displaying in his mind.

"Jungkook was about to kiss me." Jimin laughed. "But they interrupted before we could get to the real stuff."

Yoongi gulped down. "You were about to kiss?" He tried to recover from the anger that was starting to fill his body. "Well, you two already did things so I guess you didn't really miss a chance."

Jimin looked at Yoongi with wide puppy eyes. "We've never kissed."

"Yeah, sure." Yoongi rolled his eyes. "You don't have to lie. It's clear that you two have-have..."

"Yoongi, we haven't even kissed." Jimin furrowed his brows. "Obviously we haven't done anything else either." He blushed madly. His face was completely red.

Yoongi felt relieved, he didn't know what to answer so he just smiled, but Jimin decided to keep his rambling.

"I have never been with a man." Jimin answered. "Just that one time with you, but it doesn't count."

Yoongi felt hurt.

"I've only been with girls." He kept going. "But I never enjoyed it. I thought sex was disgusting thanks to it." He laughed, making Yoongi wide his eyes.

"You don't like sex?"

"No."

"But you fucked literally everyone in high school."

"It doesn't mean I enjoyed it. I just wanted to be that jerk that slept with everyone." Jimin shook his head and smiled. "It was so hard to have a boner, you know? I was never completely hard." Yoongi felt uncomfortable processing that new information, but his jaw dropped when Jimin said something else. "I never had an orgasm."

WHAT?

"W-What?" Yoongi sat up, dropping the book that was hidden on his lap.

"All the orgasms I have had in my life were provoked by me." Jimin laughed and then looked at Yoongi, feeling suddenly shy. "B-But you..." Jimin whispered.

He's back to his uncomfortable being.

"I what?" Yoongi asked. His gaze was so intense, looking at the small Jimin. "Say it."

"N-Nothing." Jimin gulped down.

"You already started, now finish what you wanted to say. Learn to speak up, Jimin."

"Y-You were the only o-one who m-made me..." Jimin stopped. The feeling of choking on his words made him fall silent.

"Made you what?" Yoongi knew it. God, he knew what Jimin was thinking. He just wanted to hear it. "Speak." He demanded.

"Made me c-cum." Jimin blushed profusely. Why do I always end up talking about sex when I'm drunk in front of Yoongi? Do I want him to...?

Yes.

Fucking yes, I want it.

"Now say it complete." Yoongi demanded.

"Y-you were the only one who has m-made me cum." Jimin looked down, feeling so small and... submissive.

Jimin stood up. For a second, Yoongi thought Jimin was going to run away, but what he saw next was unexpected. Jimin dropped to his knees.

"Yoongi." Jimin looked up at him and almost drooled. Yoongi was so manly and serious. His skin was pale and his raven black hair made him look more terrifying. "I'm scared." Jimin admitted in a soft voice.

He didn't care if he ruined everything he had advance with Yoongi. He would move out of his house if he wanted, but Jimin just needed to feel him once. That's all. He's been wanting that for the last years.

"Why are you scared, Jiminie?" Yoongi almost growled. His slender fingers caressing Jimin's cheek, finally appreciating the beauty that Park Jimin was. And it took him some time to realize it, but he finally did. He looked especially beautiful when he was on his knees.

"I'm scared of you, hyung." Jimin almost purred at the feeling of Yoongi's hand caressing his face.

Hyung.

Yoongi knew Jimin always called him that when he wanted something obscene to happen. Yoongi liked the way the word sounded in Jimin's lips.

"Why of me, Jiminie? Tell me." His dark eyes never leaving Jimin's flushed face.

What is this feeling? Yoongi wondered.

"You're so mean to me, hyung." Jimin admitted, putting his small hands on Yoongi's thighs for support. "You treated me so bad and I'm scared you'll do it again."

"I won't. I already promised you I won't, Jimin." He moved his fingers to Jimin's hair and ran his hand through it, feeling the soft blond locks. "Jiminie." He took a grip of his hair, stilling Jimin in his place." Yoongi got closer to the boy's face. "Doll." He muttered, smirking. "You look like a doll."

Jimin let a whine when he heard the praise. Yoongi was praising him!

"What was that, baby?" Are you whining?" Yoongi asked, voice deeper than Jimin had ever heard.

Baby. He's calling me baby.

Jimin's mind was a mess. He opened his mouth to say something, but he just couldn't. "I-"

"Speak." Yoongi growled. "Speak, Jimin. Tell me what you want and what you feel or you won't get anything."

Jimin took all the courage he had and forced his lips to speak the only thing that was in his mind. "Hyung, can you please make me cum again?" The blond boy begged on his knees.

Yoongi smirked. "You'll have to earn that orgasm this time."

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