Jungkooks pov

I crack my eye open slightly to look at Namjoon's face, I try to move my hand to the back of his neck to lessen the awkwardness of the kiss.

I sigh when I feel him pull away moving my hand away from his neck, "I don't think this is helping you figure anything out Jungkook,"

"No. It's too awkward, you suck at kissing" I sigh leaning back against the head rest of the bed.

"I don't suck at kissing, I'm just straight. Like imagine kissing a dog, that's what it feels like," Namjoon groans leaning against the wall behind him.

"Kissing me is not like kissing a dog!" I say with a huff crossing my arms sulking.

"It is to a straight guy. But that's not the point, did you enjoy it?" Namjoon sighs with a pleading look in his eyes, clearly hoping I don't put him through it again.

"It was too awkward to enjoy" I run my fingers through my hair with a deep sigh.

"Well... we've been trying to do this all day. How about we just go to the bar down the road, clear our heads for a while, then try a different approach?" Namjoon grumbles desperately seeking a break from the awkward hugs and flirting.

"Fine, whatever. Not like I'm in a mental crisis or anything" I throw a pillow at him as I shuffle to get get off the bed.

"I'm trying to help okay? Maybe we'll meet someone at the bar who can help you better then I can," Namjoon groans, already putting his shoes on.

"But I don't want to pass my problems to some stranger. It's weird" I sigh as I find my coat.

"So is making out with a straight guy, I can pretend to be your boyfriend all you want but what you need is a gay man," He mumbles walking out my room and grabbing his keys.

"But then I'd need to say I was gay to get with the gay guy. No gay guy want to deal with a confused straight dude"

"They'll assume you're gay if you're talking to them, I just mean a quick kiss then leave. They don't need to know anything."

"I don't know how to pick up guys, how am I even supposed to do that"

"Just sit by them and wait for them to introduce themselves,"

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I sit at the bar looking around, Namjoon sat beside me looking at a group of girls from across the room.

"Namjoon pay attention to me" I whine, "No, I'm going over there and you can talk too... him." He mumbles pointing to a man sitting further along the bar with a bored expression.

I shake my head "Namjoon don't leave me. I don't wanna be a dorky lonely guy alone at the bar"

"Bye Jungkook." I glare at his back as he walks away, leaving me for some dumb, tanned orange, bimbo.

I try to burn a hole into the back of his head with a glare "What a dick," I mumble. I feel myself growing more jealous as he casually wraps an arm her waist, I practically growl when she puts her dirty little hands on his chest. Bloody whore.

I pick up my drink swigging a sip of it, aren't I good enough company for him? Does he really need some slut that probably doesn't even have two brain cells to rub together when I am sitting right here?

I move my glare back to the man sitting at the bar, smirking when a newly formed idea pops into my head. I'm getting payback, I'm gonna make him jealous. Then maybe he'll understand how it feels and stop being an ass.

That's bound to work.

I pick up my drink going over to the guy Namjoon pointed at, I take the seat next to him trying to put on a confident faćade. The guy looks at me slightly confused, "Can I help You?"

"Well yes you can actually" I lean my arms on the table looking at him with a smile.

"And how could I do that?" He asks leaning his head on his hand.

"Flirt with me" I say plainly with a slight smirk tryimg to hide the fact I am dying on the inside.

"Excuse me?" He asks with an amused chuckle.

"Don't worry, you'll still be straight after. Just consider it practice" I say with a shrug.

"Sweetie, you really think I'm Straight?" He chuckles.

"Yes?" I say in a questioning tone unsure of my answer. "Well your gay-dar is off," he shrugged with a wink.

"Should I assume your gay-dar is on?" He smiled turning to face me properly, "Always, especially with cute boys like you are wandering around"

"I'm not cute. I'm manly..." I mutter stubbornly.

"Aw, sure you are," He pinches my cheek cooing at me like a child.

I take his hand placing it onto the table under mine "I sure am,"

He moves his hand on top of mine rubbing his thumb over my hand, "Please, you're body is made to be a bottom"

"It's not. My body is meant to be top and it is,"

"How is it? You have a small waist, thick thighs and a cute ass, besides I like a bad boy bottom. You're embarrassment is cute,"

"You got the bad boy bit right but no way I'm a bottom. You however. I see you being a bottom any day"

"Oh really?" He scoffs grabbing a pen from his pocket, "Then call me, we can see who's really top" He scribbles his number on my wrist, "But just know you're gonna get fucked; I always win"

"In your dreams you always win or maybe because you've never seen a real man like me" I glance at the numbers being sure I can read them right.

"I'm the most dominant person you'll ever meet, but you're attempts are adorable to watch so I'll let you have your fun,"

"Oh really?" I raise an eyebrow leaning forward on the table to seem intimidating.

"Of course, why? Do you want to prove it now rather then later?"

"Whatcha proposing?" I ask intrigued swallowing slightly,

"I'm proposing I fuck you until you learn who's In charge"

"And what will you do when you realise it's me? huh?"

"That won't happen Sweetie," He grins ruffling my hair, "You'll see for yourself soon enough"

"Hmm. I'm gonna have to turn you down for now. But you could always leave me with a reason to call your soon submissive ass" I say with a smirk.

"I don't bottom, far too kinky for that shit." He rolls his eyes before turning to the bartender and ordering two drinks.

"Well get used to it. Because the only one getting utterly fucked... is you"

"Remember these words when you're screaming for me to go faster,"

"Who says I'll even let you get fucked by me? I have a certain amount of skill I expect,"

"Bottoms don't need skill, proof you've never topped someone before," He chuckles handing me one of the drinks he ordered.

"Well you've obviously never had a decent bottom then," I sip the drink cringing slightly at the taste.

"I only fuck people who are my type, most of them are bottoms in denial so it's not surprising they have no skills, you probably have no skills too"

"I'm more skilled than you'll ever be" I boast running my finger around the rip of my glass.

"I've never heard of a skilled virgin before, too bad you spoiled it, it would've been a nice surprise"

"Not a virgin like you," I lie glancing away in Namjoon's direction.

He laughs at me showing a stupid rectangular smile, "You know you sound like a toddler right? If you actually topped you wouldn't feel this need to validate yourself"

I press my lips together slightly "Validate myself. Please, heard yourself lately?"

"I know, but if I don't then you won't, and like I said, I'm enjoying the show"

"Well, take a good look at your so called 'show' it'll change when you can hardly walk because you've been fucked so good by me"

"After all this talking why don't you try prove it? You haven't done so much as touch me this whole time"

I glance behind me seeing Namjoon still occupied by the slutty blonde , I look back at him and shrug trying to seem smug "Don't know what I'd catch"

"Cooties?" He coos standing to take a step closer to me, pushing my head up by my chin.

He smirks pressing his lips against mine with no gentleness, his hand holds the back of my neck as he kisses me.

I try to move my lips against his using my limited knowledge from Namjoon, He smirks pulling away "Adorable,"

"Shut up. I should be saying your attempt was adorable you didn't even use any tounge,"

"I would've if your mouth wasn't closed as tightly as Pandora's box. With all the talk you keep giving I'd expect the tension in your lips to be as weak as your attempts to assert your dominance,"

"Only cause I wasn't expecting it asshole, I'm a great kisser,"

He chuckles pinching my cheek "Sure you are sweetie. But as much as I love to tease a hot bottom, if I'm not getting lucky tonight. I might as well head off. Call me, if you've got the bottle to,"

I purse my lips together watching him walk out the bar, casually flirting with people on the way.

I get up walking to Namjoon who appeared to have half a drink and a lime wedge over his top. Guess the bimbo wasn't into him "Can we go yet?" I say with a slight cough.

"Guess so," He turned giving a gesture for a girl to call him before walking out with me trailing behind him.