Warning: I don't even know if this chapter needs a warning, but I'll put it in here just in case.

The ambient is fogged.

Much fogged than how it was before.

Hot, as it always is.

What less to expect from a night club.

Fortunately for Yeosang, he didn't have to struggle so much to get inside.

Seems like Jimin gave the bouncer an identification picture of him after all, knew he can count on Minnie for this type of shit.

Not wasting any time, Yeosang pushed through the crowd of bodies - already losing themselves to the heavy loud music - and finally got to the bar. It didn't take long for him to find Wooyoung, since he's the only one with a bright shirt to notice, and so Yeosang teasingly crept up behind him.

Startled, Wooyoung turns his head with eyes widen but then immediately smiles when he sees Yeosang standing there with his amused grin, "Don't just come up to me like that-"

Yeosang shut up him when he pressed their lips together, holding onto his waist so tightly in his arms while the world around them faded into the background. A slow smile was creeping up Wooyoung's lips in between the kiss, urging Yeosang to kiss him deeper with his own smile before pulling away, nuzzling their foreheads together.

Chuckling, Wooyoung whispers, "Well, guess I wasn't wrong with you always finding your way back to me."

Yeosang didn't respond back, only kisses his lips once again before taking the shot glass that was in front of him on the table and takes a quickly gulp before taking Wooyoung's hand to the dance floor.

"Let's enjoy our fucking night."

The two got lost in their own world the second the song changed, too far in their zone to notice the familiar mafia boss moving through the crowd beside them - who fought with everything inside him to not look at the pair - and went on his search until eventually found who he was looking for.

Jimin is in between his two boyfriends, dancing to the music, exchanging doses of physical affection here and there, but to be fair....

They looked so awkward.

Taemin tried not to cringe to the way Taehyung and Jeongguk did not know at all on how to move to this style of music, and Jimin physically restraining himself to go along with their own rhythm to not over do it.

Oh man....

This is so bad....

Okay well, time to act natural.

Painfully smiling now, Taemin goes up to them.

Jeongguk was the first to notice him and Taemin instinctively tenses up, expecting him to send him a dirty look or make him turn away from them. Surprisingly, he immediately smiles and waves him over.

Oh?

This is.... New.

Feeling a little shy, flustered, Taemin approaches them. Perhaps Taehyung was a bit more tense, but he did manage to offer a small smile back just for the sake of it. Meanwhile arms were suddenly wrapped around his neck, followed by a familiar candy scent that Taemin use to be so incredibly obsessed with once upon a time.

A scent that once sent giddiness to over flow every inch of his body.

Instead of feeling his heart skip a beat as it used to, his soul felt calm to those familiar arms cocooned around his body and he didn't hesitate in wrapping his arms back around the man back.

This is exactly what he needs right now.

His gatita.

His safe haven.

"Wow I'm surprised you actually came!" Jimin exclaimed over the music, pulling back to look at Taemin with a glittering smile, "Do you want a drink? I took like three shots already."

Taemin chuckles a little to Jimin's pumped up energy, no doubt having the adrenaline of the music fueling his entire senses, subtly glancing to the man's two boyfriends standing behind him before looking back to him, "Are you sure this is okay with your boyfriends? I don't want them to feel uncomfortable with me here-"

An arm is suddenly around his shoulders, tracing it up to Jeongguk grinning down at him.

Taemin subtly squirms.

"If you're worried about us, don't," And he looks at Jimin, "We know how Yeosang can be a little heartbreaker."

"It's not that," Taemin says cautiously, "It's.... You know.... With everything else-"

"You were a heir, did what you had to do to keep us safe," Taehyung suddenly chimes in, arm around Jimin, staring directly to Taemin, "Trust me, I don't feel good with us associating with you guys for the risk of danger. But.... You were the only one from the other two that was tolerable, and Jimin being the one that fucked you up."

Jimin nudges his boyfriend's abdomen, clearly not comfortable with the trip down memory lane, so Taehyung only grins, "In other words, you're tolerable and hurt. I know you wouldn't hurt Jimin, or us. So fuck it, let loose for once."

Under the stares of the people that Taemin tried so hard to protect for years, seeing him not as a monster but as a human being after so long of people seeing him as a killer, really nudged a delicate part in his heart.

Shit, he could really cry right now.

Smiling it off, Taemin shakes his head and takes a deep breath, "Well, in that case, let me show you how to properly dance this type of music. Jimin seems to not be giving you guys any justice, despite knowing how to dance this."

Before Jimin could respond, Taemin cracks his neck, reaching into his pocket and taking a small bottle of tequila that he snuck in here. Taking the shot all the way down, he places it on a random table just as the song changed.

Heavy beat.

Loud and strong with its rhythms.

Ah, good memories when he travelled to Dominican Republic with Jimin during their senior trip in high school.

Well, when they traveled outside the rated PG- 13 area that they were supposed to be around.

Let's just say they use to have a lot of fun during their sneaky teenager years.

Especially with Namjoon.

Taemin grins widely to the memories and began to move to the music, remembering how they taught him how to dance to this beat while doing it alone. He moved his feet and hips to the music, losing himself already to it.

And to say the least, he's the only one who knows truly how to dance it here since everyone seemed a little lost to the foreign music so they just grind it out.

Gotta love travelling.

"Wait so is this type of music you're supposed to dance alone?"

Taemin snaps his eyes to Taehyung, shaking his head, "You dance with a partner too but.... You just gotta let yourself go a bit too much."

The two seemed obviously confused by this, so Taemin only smiles and nudges to Jimin to just dance with them to ease them into it. Once again is Jimin in between them, but Taemin immediately had to force his eyes away from them by how embarrassed he felt by the scene.

They need like eight shots of tequila or something to add some oil to those hips.

They're so tense and don't follow into the rhythm at all.

They need a lot of work....

Taemin preferred not saying anything to that either way, only kept going on his own vibe and unclipped the button of his shirt to ease the clench of his throat from the restraint, now revealing his collarbones and sweaty skin under the wild lights of the club.

At one point he got two other shots of tequila and now was really getting into it.

But he couldn't even enjoy it well because of the three boys beside him.

Especially Jimin.

Poor guy looks like he really wants to move, but these two statues are not getting the hint or don't know how to.

Running on alcohol and the heat of the music, Taemin couldn't take it anymore and got up to them and pushed the taller male's chest back, taking Jimin by the belt loop of his pants and dragging him back.

"You two don't know how to handle that ass," Taemin mutters, turning Jimin around, back to him, "So let me show you."

Jeongguk and Taehyung were too taken off guard to have reacted quick enough to his words, meanwhile Jimin snickers, turning his head to the side with an amusing smile, "You sure you know how to handle me?"

"If there's anything I'm good at, it's how to work this ass," And Taemin pressed his hand to Jimin's neck, "Now bend."

Jimin's eyes glittered and he willingly follows Taemin's guide of his hand nudging him down by his neck, slowly tracing his fingers down Jimin's spine as he bends down while his other hand is on his hip.

When Jimin reached down, all the way down to the floor, he eased back up.

While shaking his ass.

Taemin snickers under his breath, both hands on his hips, "Show them how to choque, Gatita."

And just as the music reached that familiar snap of the rhythm, Taemin pounded his hips against Jimin's ass to the beat of the song.

Taehyung - in protective boyfriend mode - automatically was prepared to march right towards them and rip Jimin off Taemin's hands, but Jeongguk held him by the collar while watching them in awe.

How they moved was not just twerking and grinds as it may appear from an amateur perspective, but it's a rhythmic movement involving foot and leg work while also moving the hips not just on the ass but also on the waist and hips, the two becoming in sync to drown completely into the music.

And let's just say Jimin was definitely not moving anything to how he is now, and an expert can only be able to handle how he's dancing.

That expert being Taemin.

Jeongguk immediately grew embarassed of himself for not doing 1/4 to what Taemin is doing right now on the control he has over Jimin's hips and his own hips. Meanwhile Taehyung was a ticking bomb beside him, all the way until he couldn't handle it anymore when Jimin turned around to the front in between his spin as he moved to collide against Taemin's hips to the music.

Ripping Jeongguk's arms off of him, Taehyung storms right to Taemin and grabs him by the hair and yanks him back.

Big mistake.

Taemin squeezed his eyes, teeth snagging his bottom lip with a groan before peering an eye towards Taehyung.

And he smirks.

"You shouldn't have done that."

Before Taehyung could know what was going on, Taemin turns to his back on him and moved his ass against his pelvis like how Jimin was dancing on him.

Jimin was a hollering mess, forcing Taehyung remain still like a fucking statue because he was not expecting this shit.

And he hated how much he enjoyed it too.

Taemin bends down and eases back up, gliding down his pelvis as if Taehyung was a fucking pole with hands rubbing down his legs before grabbing his hands to secure it around his hips on his way up.

And Taemin went fucking off on him.

Taehyung fucking shrieks to the pressure on his fucking pelvis, hands gripping tightly to Taemin's thin waist but trails one hand up his front, all the way to his throat and pulls him back - pressing his head against his shoulder.

"Don't push it," Taehyung growls against his ear, making a slow smirk form Taemin's plump lips.

He's so alike fucking Jimin, it's ridiculous.

No wonder they were best friends.

Lazily Taemin turns, pressing a finger to his shoulder, "You need to," He drawls, now closer to his face, "Get a little loose, hm?"

Taehyung noticed to how Taemin glanced past him and before he could turn around, Taemin shoves him back with a cocky grin.

Just as an arm holds his waist from behind, dragging him through the crowd.

Automatically Taehyung stands still and snatches the arm, aiming an elbow to the abdomen - but the person grabs his elbow and turns him around forcefully.

And his breath hitched.

Staring back to him is a familiar pair of wide eyes, pouty lips that Taehyung once remembered loving to bite down inbetween a kiss.

Minho.

You've got to be joking.

Angrily Taehyung shoves his hands off him, "I'm not doing this tonight."

Immediately turning around, Minho grabs his arm but Taehyung quickly gets into a self-defense move and grabs Minho's hand and twist it, but Minho twists along with it and twists Taehyung's entire arm and shackling him forward to the wall.

Oh Taehyung had to laugh.

He really did.

With snarling teeth, he kicks Minho's knees, resulting with him immediately letting him go. Taehyung turns around but Minho was quick to place his hand on Taehyung's throat and pin him back to the wall, keeping him in place.

Just as the music fucking exploded in the club.

Minho and Taehyung's face are centimeters away from each other, snarling at each other like raging wolves glaring into each other.

Challenging one another.

Waiting to see who gives in first.

Up until Taehyung gave in first, raising his hands up in surrender with a sneer.

Minho lets him go, but Taehyung took that chance and aggressively grabs Minho's arm, shackling him against the wall with both of his hands to his neck.

Surprisingly, Minho didn't fight back.

Instead he only stares back at Taehyung, letting him have the upper hand.

Taehyung growls under his breath as he leans to his face, "You have some balls doing this shit to me in public."

"I'm sorry."

"You fucked me and then left for three years. A simple goodbye wouldn't have pissed me off, but the fact you fucked me and left was a stupid fucking move."

"I wanted one last intimate moment with you before I had to go."

"And that you did," Taehyung smiles sarcastically, "Never again."

Minho's eye twitched, "I don't want it to happen again. So you don't have to worry about that."

Taehyung's eyebrows twitched this time, confused, "Then why are you looking for me?"

Minho's gaze falters, raising a hand and caresses a strand of Taehyung hair back to his bandana, snickering, "I wanted to own up to what I did and apologize. What I did to you was fucked up, I know that. I was thinking of myself in the moment, wanting to be with you one last time, but.... I hurt you in the process and I'm sorry."

A scar, a very old scar that Taehyung wanted to seal shut for years, grazes open, and a knot formed his throat to it.

Feeling vulnerable all over again, to how he felt at that moment.

Minho noticed the subtle sentimentality in Taehyung's gaze, raising his hands and clasp his jaw, caressing his skin. He can feel the way Taehyung's jaw clenched under is touch, and he softly smiles, "Don't get all sentimental now, this is a fucking club. We'll talk about this better later, sounds good?"

Taehyung just stares wordlessly between his eyes, letting his gentler side slowly nod for him.

For his best friend.

So Minho let's him go and extends out a hand. Taehyung glances between his hand and back to his gaze, twitched a small smile and shakes his head.

Not promising anything, but for tonight, they won't try to kill each other.

With a small smile, Taehyung guides them back with his hand with his, now on the search for his partners.

When he finally came to find them - well.... He knew better than to leave them alone with fucking Taemin.

Jeongguk definitely took some lessons from Taemin because he was moving against Jimin just as he was, all the while Taemin hyped them up with eyes teasingly over Jimin's dark eyes.

Then his eyes falls to Taehyung and Minho, smirking broadly to Taehyung.

His fucking stare -

Taehyung gulps when Taemin strides over towards him, smiling teasily as he taps his jaw.

"Aren't you going to thank me?"

Narrowing his eyes, Taehyung glances between his sparkling eyes and he leans to his face.

"Why don't you bend yourself over and then we'll find out?"

Taemin's eyes fucking bulged like saucers, grin widening like fucking the the joker himself before he steps closer to Taehyung with hands to his hips.

Before Taehyung could comprehend what was going on, Taemin slams his pelvis against his.

O-oh shit-

Taehyung chokes on his breath and clutches onto Minho's arm - nearly convulsing on the spot - because his fucking submissive ass is feverishly relentless right now.

Especially when Taemin raised a leg, pounding onto him harder.

With him smirking the whole time.

No wonder Jimin was into this dude.

Damn.

He knows how to get control and control it.

Minho suddenly pressed his hand to Taemin's shoulder, shoving him back.

Taehyung was a melted puddle by that point, questioning life and perhaps if he actually wouldn't mind getting pounded up tonight.

"That's not what he asked," Minho mutters and turns Taemin around, hand on his neck and bends him over, "Don't be stubborn before he shows you who's Karma."

With his ass now pressed to his pelvis, it felt like Taehyung was somehow revived and he grabs his hips, eyes flashing over to how Jeongguk and Jimin are moving against each other.

With a tight lip bite, he snaps his hips against Taemin.

And the guy clearly was not ready for that.

Taemin nearly lost his fucking balance but Taehyung holds onto him tight, moving against him just as he memorized him doing.

Moving past his shock, Taemin got into the rhythm quickly, grabbing Minho's hand and dragging him in front of him - Where Minho didn't waste time in moving his pelvis against his.

And Taehyung let himself completely loose.

He was smiling madly as he drowns completely into the alcohol, music, and Jimin's hookah pipe that he ordered moments after in his need for a smoke.

And throughout the whole time, Minho and Taemin stuck around with them.

Despite not being so obvious by it, it's clear that Jeongguk was kinda hoping he'd see a familiar mafia leader strolling through the club doors to join them.

But that never happened.

Not like he minded it so much, since he's having a shit ton of fun now with his boyfriends, but he knows with Woosung here it would feel complete.

With Taemin and Minho.

While Taehyung and Jimin danced, Jeongguk in his tipsy state took his phone out and texted Woosung.

And he never answered.

Pouting to himself, Jeongguk out his phone away.

"No answer?"

Jeongguk startled to Minho's sudden voice, glancing to his side to see Minho peering over his shoulder, along with Taemin to his other side.

By this point Jeongguk's head is spinning, the hookah making him fucking dizzy, and he shakes his head, "No."

"He said he was busy today," Taemin commented, taking a hit of the hookah pipe on the table they're beside to, "Now he big boss, got shit of responsibilities."

Jeongguk frowns deeper, "I know."

Minho could tell the evident sudden expression of the ravenette's expression, no matter how badly he tried holding it back to appear as he didn't care.

He recognizes that stare.

Held that in for three fucking years.

So Minho moves aside and takes out his phone, dialing the boss.

Meanwhile Jeongguk just shook his head, taking the pipe from Taemin's hand and taking a real strong intake of the pipe before grabbing Taemin's hand.

"Ain't going to be no depressed bitch today, let's go!"

Taemin couldn't help himself but laugh adoringly to him and approach his boyfriends, the song changing to an upbeat song, now making the four jump around while hollering with the crowd.

Drinks were shared, lips were kissed and hands roamed - for one night just letting the world fade all behind themselves.

And right when they reached that peak - the one of complete adrenaline and high - Jeongguk suddenly felt a hand trail his waist from behind and something on his nose.

His whole entire body froze.

Until he felt a voice trickling his ear.

"Snort it Bambi."

His heart fucking exploded.

Eyes widen, glancing down to a golden small spoon with white powder before glancing around him.

Only catching sight of Jimin and Taehyung both snorting from similar golden spoons, along with Minho and Taemin.

And his adrenaline spiked.

They are definitely going to regret this in the morning.

Jeongguk was aware of that when he plunged one side of his nose and snorting every single remain of the white powder on the spoon.

Six high bodies, now drugged, at a wild club, and intoxicated.

And it only took fifteen minutes before Jeongguk's mind completely blacked out, except for the movements of his body.

The last thing remembering is giving each of his boyfriends a heated kiss.

Knowing, all of them knowing, very deep inside.

That they are so fucking screwed.

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A/N:

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Ah...... Gotta love being wasted.

Actually no. It's not fun. No. Nooooo. Never try that!

I PURPLE YOU! <333