Yoongi woke up with an agonizing pounding in his head, wherever he was lying was a very rough and hard place, making it all too uncomfortable, opening his eyes to realize it was the same dark alley as last night.

He sat up straight, rubbing his head to scratch some dried blood as he remembered the previous night.

All the last night. The way Jimin's chest heaved in nervousness with the sexual tension. The furiousness in his eyes. The way he moved his body and how powerful he was. The way his eyes softened with emotions he hadn't discovered yet. And the way he without blinking whacked Yoongi unconscious.

Yoongi scoffed at himself for being so whipped for this man. So whipped that he'd go to him again and do it again, even if his life hung on a string. He could feel it now...

The little mob was softening.

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Yoongi recklessly tapped his foot on the floor, leaning on his Harley as he waited for none other than Jimin.

That feisty little Mob.

Damn, his head still hurt because of that blow.

He absentmindedly rubbed his eyebrow with his thumbnail, the dried injury scraping against it. He was sure this would leave a permanent mark all thanks to the little Mob.

two days since their rather sexual fight on the street, Yoongi hadn't gone to stalk Jimin since then, and here he was again. Standing in front of the same club Jimin visited again and again. Quite shabby in his opinion Yoongi preferred lavish clubs rather than the local street. Just if he had the chance to take Jimin to one.

He drew out a cigarette from his jacket pocket, holding it between his lips before flicking the lighter. He waited patiently for five more minutes, sucking in the cancer stick.

He just couldn't get the man out of his head. Those strong muscles, lean physique, those fierce eyes, and those luscious lips that never smiled. He was so shamelessly in with him, not caring he was his rival, nor the fact that he was planning a massacre against them, or that their last encounter didn't really go well.

He just wanted to savour that body. For once or forever, he didn't know. Jimin's whole existence was such a fucking turn on.

His eyes lit up when he saw a particular figure walking into the club. Yoongi waited for an appropriate amount of time before tossing his already lit out cigarette to the ground. He stepped on it and straightened out, making his way to the bar with haste.

Jimin made his way to the bar, as usual, sitting on the chair as the bartender he had come to make friends with smiled at him.

"Hi, Jin." He chimed.

"Jimin! Would you take the usual?"

Jimin nodded as the handsome bartender smiled at him. No, he didn't have a stupid crush on him. He had - for once in his life - came across someone who he could call a friend and the last thing he wanted was to ruin it all.

And the second reason was a grey-haired sexy idiot.

After passing Jimin his drink, Jin leaned in the opposite of Jimin.

"So, Jimin, tell me about yourself, are you taken? Or do you like somebody?"

Jimin scratched his ear. Jin had been very kind to him, he had started up a conversation with him and said he reminded him of his little brother. He was also the purple haired man who had soothed him after the obnoxious encounter with the drunk man, since then they had grown closer. Closer than Jimin had ever been with someone.

"I...I have an eye on someone..." Jimin mumbled and the bartender squealed excitedly.

"Who? Tell me about it!"

Jimin looked down, the tingle spreading in his chest as he thought of Yoongi.

"I like him...my mind fuses when he is around me but he is a jerk and-and I don't trust him...he could use me emotionally against my very being. That much control he has over me if I let him in."

"Ooh..bad boy shit huh? I had a bad boy too, Namjoon. But shits happen, I think I didn't understand him, didn't give him a chance to be better... You don't do that. Give the bad boy a chance to prove himself."

Jimin looked down.

"But what if...I'm worse than him?"

Jin didn't get the time to question what he meant by that as a figure walked towards them, Jimin's stomach doing a summersault.

Jin observed Jimin's facial expressions and connected the dots.

"Is this the bad boy? Damn those cuts on his face. Did he fell off a bike?"

Jimin pursed his lips together.

The intense music fused through Yoongi's mind as soon as he entered the club, alive with youngsters owning the night. The smell of booze, sweat, and sex hitting his nostrils and making him grimace.

His eyes wandered every corner of the club, watching couples cozily making out in the corner and people dirty dancing until he spotted Jimin sitting on the bar and taking out his black hat to reveal messy blond locks as he swiped he hair back with his fingers while talking to a giggly bartender.

Without realizing, Yoongi was walking towards him and only halted when he was probably five steps away from him.

Their eyes met and Jimin's eyes enlarged as Yoongi's lips formed a smirk.

He walked towards Jimin, his eyes shamelessly checking him out, his tight ripped jeans showing off his milky white skin, looks tasty.

"Hi again there, little Mob."

Jimin swiftly got up, taking long steps towards Yoongi and yanking his wrist, dragging him to the extreme corner of the club, shoving Yoongi's wrist away, and shooting him a death glare.

"Ooh, Wow someone can't wait."

"Shut up." Jimin hissed, pushing Yoongi's shoulder in order to push him on the wall, but Yoongi didn't budge.

"Was beating you unconscious wasn't enough for you to stop stalking me like a maniac?" He rasped. "You either are the most stupid or the most daring man to stalk me when I told you I'm going to kill you and your gang mates."

Yoongi straightened up, features going dark as now it was his chance of walking towards him, as Jimin faltered, stepping back each step Yoongi took forward.

This is what Yoongi liked the most about Jimin. Feisty, a bit too violent but submissive when needed.

"It'll take a lot more than that to stop me." Yoongi husked and Jimin stopped breathing for a second, stomach flipping upside down as heat traveled down his neck.

He was completely leaning on the wall, Yoongi a step away from him. A little closer and their bodies would press together. Oh, how good it would feel.

Jimin eyes trailed the sweat dripping down Yoongi's temple, poking his tongue in the side of his cheek. God, having him felt like a privilege.

"What do you want?" Jimin inquired.

Yoongi scoffed. "The question is," he took a step closer to Jimin, their bodies grazing against each other. "What do you want?"

He traced Jimin's collarbone with his finger, watching how he shuddered. God, Jimin couldn't control anymore. This man was so, so hot. And he clearly didn't have a boner now, praying in his mind that Yoongi wouldn't look down as his breathing ragged.

"Show me, Jimin."

Jimin clutched his jaw.

"I'll show you." He said before unexpectedly gripping Yoongi's throat and knocking him out of breath. He whirled around, choking Yoongi from the back with the bend of his elbow. "I told you to watch out your back, didn't I?!"

Yoongi sneered, gripping Jimin's arm to free his throat from the deadly grasp. "Someone has a boner."

The color faded from Jimin's face for a second but he gathered himself up quickly, not leaving Yoongi for the shameless retort.

"Yeah, it's begging to see you die."

Yoongi freed himself from Jimin's hold, and before he could come up with his next attack he yanked the rival's wrist and pinned him to the wall, not even giving Jimin time to process anything before smacking his lips on Jimin's, making the world go still around them for a moment.

Jimin's eyes widened as Yoongi continued to assault his lips. His whole body igniting in flames. He tried to free his wrists from Yoongi's grasp as Yoongi groaned annoyedly, squeezing his wrists tight enough to leave marks, biting his lower lip as a whimper escaped Jimin's mouth.

Jimin started to lose control of his mind, letting Yoongi consume his senses as he started kissing him back.

Yoongi finally left Jimin's wrist from above his head, allowing him to snake his arms around his neck and pull onto his fluffy grey locks as he gripped the younger's waist.

Intimacy danced between them as their tongues lapped against each other, teeth digging into flesh, wet and sloppy kisses sputtered across the delicate skin of Jimin's neck mingled with heavy breathing,

I was supposed to kill him for fuck's sake. Jimin thought as Yoongi separated from their intimate make-out session.

Heat refusing to cease, Jimin's heart burned when Yoongi's eyes bore into him as if he wanted to eat him alive.

"I'm not dying so soon. And you're not going home tonight."

Maybe I can kill him after a fuck's sake.