PRISONERS [Taekook]

스물여덟

Daegu, two years ago...

  Taehyung wants to scream.
He wants to burn every single one of his books, destroy them, throw them away, because god, his finals are finally over.

But that wouldn't be advisable, since in Law school you can't just forget what you've learned from one year to another, on the contrary, you better have all that info engraved in your brain for the rest of your career. Which is why, unlike all those idiots who are throwing all of their books around right now, Taehyung is keeping them safely in his bag.

Everyone is hitting the biggest club in the city tonight, they've already got the fanciest box reserved with dozens of alcohol bottles just for them.

Taehyung surprisingly doesn't feel like going, much to all of his peers' disappointment. He's always been the life of the party. I'm tired tonight, he told them, let's party this weekend.

He actually just desperately needs to get laid, and while spending the night teasing straight alpha males and making them confused about their sexuality sounds fun, he just wants quick and easy, so he'd rather try his luck at the local gay bar tonight.

When he gets home, he spends a solid ten minutes in front of the mirror wondering whether he wants to make himself look like pretty bottom bitch material or hot daddy material. He attracts different crowds depending on that, and even though he knows he can easily make a guy bend over for him even looking like a complete sub, the gay crowd in Daegu is different from Seoul. People are a little more... conservative, even though he's not sure that's the right word.

They somehow believe that pretty skinny boys are always meant to be dominated by big bulky manly men. And as much as Taehyung likes a challenge, it's a little bit of a pain in the ass when he just wants a quick and easy fuck.

He ends up settling on neutral. Black leather pants that mold his figure and make his ass look phenomenal, with a simple button-up black shirt and his favorite Gucci belt. He slips multiple rings on his slender fingers, dabs his cheeks with some blush and he's ready to go.

He doesn't really need a coat, it's not that cold tonight, and he's way too lazy to carry it around once he gets there because it'll certainly be really hot inside.

  It's surprisingly crowded.
The atmosphere is great, and Taehyung has to push his way through the crowded dance floor in order to get to the bar. A couple of men gawk at him as he passes them by but only one of them actually speaks to him. He looks like he's in his mid-fifties, he's a skinny bald man who reeks of alcohol, and Taehyung can literally see his thick chest hair through his white shirt.

He isn't the type to judge, but Taehyung isn't really into that. He'd need at least five drinks in him just to dance with that guy. So he politely declines his offer to dance and disappears into the crowd again, arriving at the bar counter at last.

"Jesus, I thought I'd never make it," he heaved as he pulls himself up on one of the high chairs.

The cute bartender chuckles at that.

"Hello again, Tae. It's been a while," he says, looking at him with those soft eyes of his that make Taehyung melt every time.