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Sexyback

As the promiscuous moves started, Jungkook's eyes shied away from the dance floor. "Let's get drinks." Taehyung grabbed his arm to link their human chain and peered through the crowd, thankful that they weren't in a gay bar this time.

Writhing against a girl's ass and mumbling sorry, Jungkook breathed when he found himself near the cocktail bar. His heart was feeling weak again. It wasn't many times he had visited a nightclub. All three times were with Jin, and they hardly ever stayed for more than five minutes. It was funny that he used to think that nightclubs were unaffordable and luxury only affluent people could indulge in.

Everything reminded him of the man whom he now hated, but he couldn't do anything. "Jungkook?" Jimin called so he had to look up at him. The man had a menu in his hand which he was extending toward him. He accepted it and started looking at the cheapest drinks. Even if he didn't have to pay, he didn't want to squander the kind gentleman's money.

The beer was the cheapest. It reminded him of the last time Jin had come to meet his college friends in a sports bar. Having never looked at the bar menu before, he had no clue how much drinks cost, which he was finding out now. All of this was a luxury to him in his head until a few minutes ago.

When he had sat at the table with Jin's friends that one time, he felt humiliated and embarrassed. Jin didn't take interest in placing the order, so the teen only sat there, trying not to look at Jin's friends' faces and guess how expensive the drinks were which they were having.

"I don't think you can decide tonight," Jimin's hand came and snatched the menu away when Jungkook kept staring at it, reeling at the memory in his head.

Jungkook's head was low. He didn't protest when Jimin took the laminated black sheet away from him, but Jimin spotted his tears on the thick sheet of paper and his heart cinched suddenly. He had to make Jungkook enjoy tonight, make him forget about Jin even if it would be for a few hours, and let him know that he could be happy again. He ordered a long island tea for Jungkook and two martinis for himself and Taehyung.

They settled on the barstools, looking back at the dance floor. His eyes kept glancing at Jungkook and seeing him hiding his pain and putting on a smile as he talked to Taehyung. When they received their drinks, Jimin got down from his stool while holding his glass and skirted to Jungkook's side. "You are going to graduate soon. I'd like to toast for that," the two joined their glasses with him. "To adulting and happy days ahead. To Jungkook."

"To Jungkook!" Taehyung roared, making the shy 20-year-old chuckle and nod before they clinked their glasses and had their first sip.

Jimin's eyes remained as the younger took a sip and his eyes gleamed, loving the taste of his cocktail. "Like it?" He asked, making sure that he wouldn't only rely on the boy's countenance.

"It's really good." Jungkook nodded.

Jimin's hand patted his shoulder lightly before he slowly started walking towards the dance floor.

**

Jungkook watched the man's moves, impressed and a little inclined towards him. Jimin had returned for refills twice and gone back to the stage. After a few minutes, he returned and grabbed Jungkook too, taking him to the floor so that the three of them could dance.

Jungkook couldn't convince himself that he deserved to enjoy. He moved his arms a little and his body in sync, but Jimin was the definition of liberty and grace. Jungkook considered Taehyung rather a funny character with his quirky moves and exhilarated screams.

The two friends were successful to break him out of his chain of thoughts. But the credit was mostly due to alcohol.

But liquor brought trouble, and by trouble, it meant Jungkook's horny side. 

Every time Jungkook drank, he ended up fucking. But they always bought soju and had it at home, in a confined space. This LIIT made him feel a tinge of horny, and at the same time, he couldn't help and feel careless and beautiful in the remarkable ambiance. 

Taehyung grabbed Jimin's arms and started slow dancing with him, twirling him and then pulling him close. After Jimin, he grabbed Jungkook and repeated the same steps with him. Jimin chorused in a high tone when the two did their signature Disney dance.

Many heads turned to the three handsome men.

Jungkook was cackling by the end of it. All he could feel was this buzzing in his veins and euphoria in his brain. His eyes were crinkling as he looked through the intoxication and got closer to Jimin. "I love your face." He said to him.

Jimin's smile was arrested on his lips before it spread and he offered his hand to Jungkook for the same dance step that they both had done with Taehyung.

Jungkook let out a high-pitch laugh before he collided into Jimin's arms. His body was swaying and he regretted wearing heeled shoes. Jimin was successful to hold him, but his breath quaked when he felt Jungkook digging his fingers into his shoulders for one moment. It was only a jiffy, but something about the touch wasn't innocent.

Before Jimin could think too much, he twirled Jungkook and Taehyung hooted as the 20-year-old danced back into his arms. He could feel how Jungkook's eyes were staring at him. He might not have wanted to show desire in them, but Jimin picked it behind the silent gleam.

It was plausible.

They were drunk.

Dancing closely in a nightclub.

On a suggestive song.

When he looked like that.

And Jungkook looked like himself.

The youth was to blame, more than circumstances.

Jimin pulled himself away soon enough. Jungkook walked back to the bar and sat down, watching the two friends enjoy their bodies on music with each other comfortably.

"One more?" The bartender asked the boy and he shook his head, eyes falling on the leather-covered menu to see the expensive cocktails he has had four times, worth his whole two-week's stipend.

Turning back, he looked at Jimin, who also noticed him. He heard his heart thudding in his ears as he saw the gorgeous and sweaty man walk towards him.

"You okay?" Jimin asked.

"Mhm, can I just put my head down for a minute?" Jungkook asked, cutely pointing at the bar counter.

"Sure you can."

Jungkook placed his head after Jimin slid his arm under him, cushioning him from the hardwood, and the younger passed out in less than a minute.

Seeing Jimin standing still and now caressing Jungkook's head, Taehyung excused himself from a lady he was dancing with and followed them. "Is he okay?" He asked.

"He is," Jimin shrugged, his face red and eyes sincere. "But I am not."