Bad Boy (Jin x BTS)

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Jin used to love clubs. He liked the dancing, sweaty bodies grinding against each other, he liked the loud bass and the flashing lights. He liked throwing his head back and feeling the pleasant burn of scotch tingle down his throat. He liked eyeing handsome men and women from his place at the bar, not approaching but perhaps sending a sly wink their way to see if they would approach him instead. He used to go all the time to get drinks with Jiho and their friends.

Things had definitely changed.

The bass rang inside Jin's ears, jarring his skull. If he wasn't used to it already after so many years of clubbing he would have covered his ears. The DJ was playing some terrible pop mashup, no doubt trying to mix the music himself on some cheap soundboard the club had paid the lowest price for. The sound quality wasn't terrible, the speakers being beaten to hell and back from all the years, wear and tears they'd had done to them from moving them or dancing couples bumping into them. Jin rolled his eyes at the objects, wanting to complain to the management that they would get a built in sound system with surround sound instead of a few, crappy box speakers.

The drinks were good quality. That was the only positive thing Jin had to say at this point. It was only Jin and Jiho this time. None of their other friends could make it leaving the two men to their own devices. As usual, they had approached the bar. The bartender knew them by name. They used to speak often, commenting on girls – the bartender and Jiho were straight – or perhaps talking about their days. It was a fun, lighthearted back and forth that helped release stress. Plus, Jin usually got a discount on drinks due to his friendship with the man.

His name tag read MARK in bold letters, sloppily written in English and again written in Korean Hangul. He was a smiley man who loved talking. He had Jiho and Jin's drinks ready for them before they even made it to their normal place at the bar, pushing their way past party girls and dancing couples.

"I haven't seen you in a while!" Mark greeted the two men, sliding them their choice beverages and watching as Jin tipped his head back to take a tentative sip.

Jiho nodded, shouting back to Mark over the bass, "Yeah, Jin was kidnapped but he's back now."

Jin only nodded in agreement. Mark seemed to think it was all a joke as he laughed and began wiping down the bar surface with a rag he had produced from somewhere on his person. Jin didn't even see him pulling it out from his beltline or anything. He just all the sudden had a towel. Jin took another sip as he thought Mark was definitely good at his job...

"Good to hear," Mark shot back as he continued to wipe down the bar. He was about to open his mouth to say something else but his attention was called away by a few tipsy girls demanding shots. He smiled apologetically to Jin and Jiho and went off to take orders.

"So, are you getting laid tonight?" Jiho nudged Jin's shoulder with a grin. He had already finished his first drink and was waiting for Mark to get back so he could order something a bit stronger.

Jin grimaced, Namjoon's face and those charming dimples shooting through his mind.

"No," This time he took a gulp form his drink. Having anyone else touch him seemed almost wrong, like he was betraying the gang.

"Come on!" Jiho shoved his arm again, a bit more demanding than playfully, "It might get your mind off of things!"

Jin stood there, lost in thought. Jiho was right. If he got piss drunk and just had sex with some stranger trying to feel good, too, maybe he could forget about Namjoon telling him he was not to kiss others. Maybe he could forget about Hoseok's touch and how Taehyung kissed him so softly when he was trying to be sweet. Maybe he could forget about how demanding and controlling Yoongi was and how Jungkook would always feel him up and how Jimin demanded his submission. Was it such a bad thing to forget for one night?