"I'm gonna go get another drink! Do you want one?" Taehyung shouts, but his voice fails to be heard over blaring music.

Jimin pauses mid-dance to lean in closer to his best friend. "What?!"

Taehyung gestures the action of drinking with his hands, then points to the bar on the opposite side of the club. "I'm going to the bar! Do you want another drink?"

"Oh!" Jimin nods with understanding, but then his expression quickly changes to something slightly perturbed. "Uh, I dunno. . .don't you think we've had too much already?"

Taehyung shakes his head and throws Jimin an impish grin he's seen before. The one that typically means bad decisions are about to ensue.

"Taehyung," he warns with a stern glare. "We've each had like five of those things already. The only thing you should drink now, is water."

Taehyung shakes his head. "We're on vacation! Besides, these drinks are weak!" He lies, hoping Jimin can't see that he's been trying to drink himself numb, seeking to quiet his brain from tumbling Jeongguk around like clunky shoes thumping loudly inside of a drying machine.

Jimin stares at him like he did in the mirror before they left, concerned because once again, Taehyung isn't acting like Taehyung. "I've never seen you drink this much before, I don't even know how you're still standing!" At his words, by pure coincidence, Taehyung is suddenly shoved forward from someone stumbling and falling into his backside. Jimin catches him by his shoulders, preventing him from going down as well.

"See? I'm totally fine!" Taehyung lets out through the biggest open-mouthed smile. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't have enjoyed getting knocked around as much. Tonight, however, his current state of heavy-hearted drunkenness welcomes any distraction. Anything to keep his mind free of—you know who.

Jimin would like to enjoy how adorably full of glee his face is right now, but he's more concerned about the new recklessness of Taehyung's behavior. "This is why you should slow down. You need to be able to keep your feet better planted to the ground."

"I know, I know. I'm really okay, you don't have to worry!"

Jimin regards his inebriated friend expectantly, waiting for him to realize he could do without another drop of alcohol. "You're an adult, Taehyung—"

"Yes! I am," he points in the air proudly.

"But. . ."

"No buts!"

"Yes, buts! What if it happens again and you get hurt? Hell, I'm surprised you haven't gotten sick yet."

"That's not going to happen."

"Look, I'm your bestest friend, your brother, your soul mate. I know you better than anyone else, especially your ability to handle alcohol. Something's going on with you tonight. I don't know what it is, and I don't think you're ready to tell me—because you would have already—but I really wish you'd slow down—" Jimin's reproach is abruptly cut off with a squeal when he's unexpectedly lifted into the air and engulfed in the arms of his dance partner upon his return from the restroom. He's the only person in the entire place that Jimin's danced with continuously for some reason. Usually he's more open to other offers, but none of that matters in this precise moment. Because now he's too distracted to stop Taehyung from sneaking off to the bar.

He may even venture off on his own after getting his refill. Or, he could go in search of Namjoon and Hoseok. He hasn't seem them since they were separated shortly after arriving. An understandable thing to occur in all of the excitement over the club's newly opened doors.

Selectively placed in the entertainment district of a city located less than an hour away from the smaller town where their cabin is located, stands a nightclub named Trouvaille. With it's dimly lit, deep indigo letters discreetly decorated over the top of the security-guarded entrance to the building, Trouvaille is a sister club to only four others in all of South Korea that allow access to a particular part of society.

Far better than the merciless, discriminative establishments Taehyung's been to before back in Seoul, this club embraces and accepts patrons from all walks of life. Offering a refreshing amalgamation of every size, shape, color, personality, sexuality, and gender-type that exists. Which is why people came from all over, most of them from the small countryside towns surrounding the city, just to stand in line for hours for their chance at a safe, worry-free night out.

Hoseok explained on the drive over that Trouvaille's opening was highly anticipated because it's the first (out of the four others) to not only offer a roof-top social area where local artists could perform, but an exclusive basement level designed for VIP guests only.

The main floor maintains the usual club ambience, where the majority of patrons mingle and dance to the popular energetic songs being blasted out of the sound system. Taehyung hasn't been to the VIP areas yet, but he can guarantee the roof-top is where Namjoon and Hoseok ended up.

After shuffling through the crowd and waiting a sobering amount of time, Taehyung finally retrieves his sixth peachy drink of the night. Not quite ready to reconvene with any of his friends, he decides that he'd like to check out the basement level. Upon inquiry, a bartender points Taehyung over to the side of the bar, where underneath a metal sign with the words VIP ONLY is a short, brick staircase that leads down to a bouncer standing in front of a steel door.

"ID please," the broad-shouldered, stone-faced man says, prompting Taehyung to pull out his wallet. He must be very good at his job. Because though his name is on the VIP list, courtesy of Hoseok's connections, Taehyung can't help but bite at his lip with nervousness as he scans his driver's license with a hand-held device. After a moment of inspection, he finally hands it back.

"Enjoy your evening, Mr. Kim," he says politely, standing aside to open the door for him.

Taehyung steps through and immediately snags an empty place to sit at the bar where he can sip on his drink and observe the room. Any sort of decorative concept is hard to discern, if there's even meant to be one. The floor and walls are dark, and the color of the pale indigo lighting matches the sign outside, making it much darker than the main floor. Despite low visibility, he can gather that it's less densely packed with people, of course that's because this level is open to a select number of people.

At first glance, one would wonder what made this room so special that it would require that type of exclusivity, but it doesn't take Taehyung long to see that it most likely has something to do with it's intensely erotic atmosphere. It may be a little quieter and less rowdy than the floor he just came from, but it's because the people here are in a different world. Almost everyone on the dance floor is in some sort of lust-induced trance, serenaded by the bass heavy music filling the air with slow, grind-worthy songs purposely selected to get everyone in a heated mood.

Modesty is clearly thrown to the wind here. And since Korea isn't big on public displays of affection, Taehyung's a bit taken aback by all the brazen couples, so connected to their partners that they move as one, unabashedly kissing and groping each other everywhere in front of others. They're too involved with the person in their arms that no one seems to even notice what the couple next to them is doing, or how provocative their dancing and touching is. And it is provocative.

The concept of this room must be sex. At least, that's what it brings to Taehyung's mind with all of the intimate physical contact going on. Watching from the sidelines kind of makes him feel awkwardly intrusive, though it doesn't seem like anyone minds. In fact, based on some of the eye contact he's getting, some of them appear to appreciate a little bit of voyeurism.

Initially it feels disconcerting, witnessing shadowed figures behave in ways that would typically be acted out behind closed doors, or at least less conspicuously. But as time goes on, Taehyung finds himself drawn in with curiosity, wondering if he could enjoy something like that. He pictures himself in their place. Imagines himself moving like they are, his body intertwined with another person's, eyes only on each other, touching and being touched, lips and hands everywhere because he's so physically and emotionally affected by someone that he just can't stand it—

And suddenly, Jeongguk appears in his thoughts.

The need to push him away has Taehyung slamming back the rest of his drink. He orders another, gulps that one down and before he knows it, he's making a bee-line towards the dance floor. His feet are moving on their own, guiding him into unknown dance-fucking territory. It's a bit scary not knowing what lies ahead, but whatever.
He's dipped his toes into the waters of involving himself with another man and found it quite appealing. Even though that man who technically brought him into it wants nothing to do with him, not romantically before their fight and probably not at all now. Who says he can't take this opportunity—and alcohol infused courage—to let go and dive-bomb into this experience? There's nothing saying he can't put himself in someone else's arms, even if it's just to see how it feels. Isn't that what life is all about? Putting yourself in places and situations you don't really want to be because you honestly don't know what else to do? No? Well—if nothing else, maybe, hopefully, it will keep the hurt and guilt from coming back by keeping Taheyung's mind off him. Just a little longer, at least.

Funny thing about irrational decisions, you don't always know you make them until it's too late. It's when he arrives at the middle of the dance-floor where he's surrounded by couples practically consuming each other that Taehyung realizes this probably wasn't the best way to go about distracting himself. He doesn't even get the chance to turn around before a tall blond wearing a white button up and black tie approaches him. He looks like he just got off work.

"You here with someone?" He asks into Taehyung's ear.

Taehyung hesitates to answer. He's not here with anyone, but why is he suddenly struggling to say it?

Biting down on his lip to block the pain he feels in his heart from registering to his consciousness and weakening his ability to go through with this, he finally shakes his head.

"Would you like to dance with me?"

The simple question causes an echo of a distant memory from the time Jeongguk made Taehyung swear he'd never tell anyone about him knowing the entire dance routine to an old N'SYNC song to threaten his mind. He's sure if he allows Jeongguk to stay in his mind's eye for longer than a second, he'll crumble to pieces. He quickly forces a nod.

Get out of my head, get out of my head

Without any further introduction, the blond takes Taehyung's hand and pulls him in close just as the music switches to a slower, soulful song with borderline lustful lyrics that talk about how their lover has taken over their soul. It's definitely something Taehyung would love to dance with someone to, but his body isn't willing to prove that.

"Do you need to sit?" his dance partner kindly asks, noticing that Taehyung is damn near stiff as a board. He compels himself to shake his head and eventually his hips begin to sway, just a little.

The last two drinks he gulped down enters his system with an unexpected surge of heat spreading under his skin. It hits him like a brick, causing his surroundings to spin and go hazy. So he closes his eyes and wraps his arms around the stranger's neck, seeking stability for his heavy body and any other kind of comfort he can get. Because even though he's physically going numb, his stupid heart won't stop hurting.

Really, it's a bit unsettling, all this inner emotional turmoil. Should getting into a fight with one of his friends hurt this badly? It barely phased him before when his exes left him or were unfaithful to him, so why is this fight with Jeongguk affecting him like this? If they're the best friends they've said they are, they'll overcome this and be okay.

But, Taehyung knows that's not what this is about. He knows the truth about why it's worse, but he's refusing to even acknowledge it.

Because if he accepts that his more than platonic feelings for Jeongguk are the first he's seriously ever felt in his life; that they've not only rearranged who he is, but helped him discover a part himself he thought would never work again; that he's self-destructed by allowing those feelings to drive a wedge between them; that it's not meant to be and that he may never feel things like that again . . .It wouldn't be good. It could shut Taehyung's heart down permanently with the idea that he's not meant to love or be loved, whether he allowed it or not.

The driving force behind all of this though, the biggest reason behind the pain aching in his chest: it's been 48 hours since he's made eye-contact or spoken with Jeongguk.

It's not necessarily abnormal, they've had times when they've all been busy and couldn't see each other for days. Taehyung doesn't depend on the company of others. He's a person that likes to be social as much as he appreciates his alone time. He honestly never would have expected two days, without at least some form of communication with Jeongguk, would be so fucking hard. But of course, now he has all these feelings for him that apparently makes going even two days feel like he's trudging his way through some dreary space of Hell, aimlessly wandering in the void of his laughter, his hugs, his presence—He'd give anything just to hear his voice right now.

Okay, so it's pretty obvious experimentally throwing himself into someone else's arms to keep his mind occupied isn't working like he'd hoped, but at least his dance partner is nice. Conceivably he doesn't seem to mind, or is maybe too drunk himself to realize, that Taehyung is still just barely swaying, clinging on to his built frame the way he would a life-raft amidst rough seas.

Blondie may be fine with it, but it doesn't stop the knowledge that Taehyung's wasting his time from adding to his already existing guilt. He must realize there's absolutely nothing in this for him. He can't possibly find anything romantic or sexy about dancing with someone that feels like they're betraying every cell of their own body and heart. Taehyung would like to at least explain to him it's not because this is his first time dancing with a guy, or that he isn't attractive. It's that these arms have confirmed a couple of things, one of them being: they aren't the ones he wants to be in.

"You smell nice," he mumbles chastely, the compliment offering some sort of payment to the poor man for letting him exist (if that's what you could even call it) like this, to let him know that it's not his fault. It may be all he can muster up in this moment to show that he's grateful, but at least it's the truth. The fragrance is lovely. Familiar, actually. It kind of reminds him of—wait. . .

Fuck.
Oh, no.

Of all the people in this club to approach him, it really had to be someone that wears the same cologne as Jeon Jeongguk?

The Universe truly is toying with him. Torturing him. It's the same damn cologne Jeongguk was wearing the night on the couch when they kissed.

And just like that, the fresh, slightly sweet scent sends a rippling down to his core. Like a dam finally breaking from the rapid and uncontrolled release of impounded water, notions of Jeongguk and the undeniable feelings he has for him come crashing through the walls he built in his mind. Without making a sound, Taehyung clenches on tighter to his human life-raft and buries his face into his shoulder as violent waves of remorse and shame topple over him, drowning his lungs the ultimate fear that he really did hurt Jeongguk and their relationship in ways that can't be repaired.

Taehyung curses himself incessantly. None of this would be happening if he hadn't been in denial about everything. If he would have just communicated his feelings sooner, instead of burying them under the confusion he had about them until he imploded and fucked everything up. Maybe he's just being dramatic again, but he's in his twenties and experiencing thoughts and feelings he never, ever thought he would. And the way it all hit him so quickly, he couldn't have even prepared for it.

He tried so hard not to accept it, but he has to now. He's too drunk and sad and beyond tired from everything else he's been through this week. As every ounce of wretched fear that he'll never experience feelings like that again, and regret for what he did to Jeongguk suffocates his heart, a strange sense of peace from giving in and giving up simultaneously washes over him. His arms fall heavy from his life-raft.

"It's not you, I. . ." Taehyung suddenly speaks, not knowing what else to say as he peers up into the blond's eyes, expecting him to be annoyed or irritated that he's ruined the mood. Instead, he's regarding Taehyung with something compassionate.

"You don't have to explain, we've all been there," he smiles knowingly, taking Taehyung's hand into his. "It's gonna be okay."

"I don't think it will be," Taehyung responds dejectedly. He notices the blond glance over his shoulder as if he's communicating with someone behind Taehyung. He seems confused for a moment, but then he nods and looks back down at him with an expression too pleased for Taehyung's mood.

"My advice for you?" He places his palms on Taehyung's shoulders and spins him around on his heels until he's met with a face he never expected to see at this moment. A face with dark brown doe eyes, curved nose, and crooked grin. The one beautiful, perfectly sculpted face he's been fighting desperately to keep out of his head all night. "Stop thinking. Go do what feels good."

Taehyung feels every bit of oxygen leave his body. His mouth opens, trying to say something but he can't. His whole existence is stuttering seeing Jeongguk here in front him.

"Hey."

"What—Jeongguk," Taehyung gasps, eyes wild with disbelief as he rushes forward and wraps his arms around Jeongguk in an engulfing hug. "Is this real? Are you really here?"

"Hey, hey. I'm here," Jeongguk murmurs, the warmth of his cheek and the vibration of his vocal cords proving that this isn't some sort of mirage or hallucination. He's really here, in the flesh.

"Why? How?" Taehyung stammers, refusing to break away.

"I dunno," Jeongguk shrugs. "Something kept telling me to come here all night. I was already on my way when I got a text from Jimin asking me if you were okay and I got worried. I had one of Hoseok's drivers get me here as fast as I could. And then when I got here, I saw you with that guy and I—Are you okay?"

Despite the pressing concern in Jeongguk's voice, Taehyung can't help but laugh a little. He has no idea how to even answer that question right now. He's just been yanked right out of the depths of his impending despair. The person he's longed to see is here, right in front of him. To say he's rattled would be an understatement.

"I. . .I don't know," he finally pulls back, but only enough to look into Jeongguk's eyes. How beautiful those dark irises are. "I'm so happy you're here."

The corner of Jeongguk's mouth pulls back the way it does when he feels shy or overwhelmed, usually when he's being complimented. But then he looks down at the ground. "Are you sure you're happy I'm here?"

"Yes, yes!" Taehyung nods furiously, then he's hugging him again. As fast as his heart his beating, his words are coming out faster. "I'm so sorry, Jeongguk. I'm so sorry for what I said to you the other night. I behaved like such an asshole. You didn't deserve the mean things I said. I'm so sorry. I was just so—"

"Hey, whoa—stop," Jeongguk squeezes him back intently, the embrace sanative. "It's okay, it's okay," he repeats soothingly, until Taehyung's calmed down. "We both said things we didn't mean. I'm sorry, too."

"You don't hate me?"

Jeongguk chuckles a little. "I could never hate you."

At those words, Taehyung lets out a trembling sound of relief. An exhale of all that pain and fear, he breathes in gratitude and exultation that he's not inflicted the damage he thought he did.

"Do you hate me?"

Taehyung's body shakes in Jeongguk's arms with laughter. "Never."

"Good," the word is practically pressed against Taehyung's cheek. It sends a tingling through his chest at both the sensation, and what it means.

They stay there like that for a moment until Jeongguk starts looking around at their surroundings. "Um, so. . .We should probably move."

Taehyung realizes then that they're still standing and hugging in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by the same dance-fucking couples.

Jeongguk releases himself from the hug, but takes Taehyung's hand in his as if he's going to lead him through the crowd.

Stop thinking.
Do what feels good.

Jeongguk glances back at him, face displaying confusion at Taehyung's firmly planted feet. He's biting down on his lower lip, alight with sudden curiosity.

"You coming?" Jeongguk giggles, flicking his head in the opposite direction of where they're standing. As much as Taehyung would love to go anywhere with him now that they're back on speaking terms, there's something he needs to know. And if he leaves now, he may never get another chance to find out.

Butterflies begin flittering in his chest with pure anxiousness over what he's about to ask, but thankfully his courage and boldness is steady, preserved by the alcohol still in his system.

Stop thinking. Stop thinking. Stop thinking.

The blond's words of advice play over and over again in his head and suddenly he's pulling Jeongguk back towards him until they're toe-to-toe.

Based on the slightly confused, slightly baffled look on his face, he must be taken aback by Taehyung's sudden daring personage. Hell, he's surprising himself right now.

"Hyung, what are you doing?"

"Would you. . . do something for me?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"Dance with me," Taehyung says, not as a command or a request, but more of a plea.

"Here??" Jeongguk's stunned face is a little amusing, it excites Taehyung further.

"Right here, right now."

"Taehyung. . ." Jeongguk regards him cautiously. "What's going on with you?"

He'd like to tell him, and he certainly will. . .but right now— "I just want to see something."

"Are you sure you want to dance with me. . ." His words become swallowed when he looks down at Taehyung's hands suddenly moving up his arms.

Do what feels good.

He brings them up gradually, appreciating the curves of his muscular biceps under the thin fabric of his silky blue shirt, all the way until Taehyung's arms find their place curled around Jeongguk's neck.

"This isn't like you," he says, still trying to read Taehyung's face.

"Is that a bad thing?" Body proceeding on it's own Taehyung's hips begin to move, and with each sway he presses in closer. It already feels good, so much better than before—no offense to Blondie. "I mean, you don't have to do this. . ."

Jeongguk glances around at the people around them, then he looks back into Taehyung's eyes. He's chewing on the inside corner of his lower lip, something he does when when he's struggling with making a decision.

That is, until Taehyung presses his forehead to Jeongguk's.

"Only if you want to," he whispers, so close their noses are touching, lips threatening to.

At those words, Jeongguk's arm instantly arrives at his back, so quickly it feels like Taehyung's lifted an inch off the floor. You wouldn't think it was possible, but somehow he's pulled him in closer. "I want to." His voice is so low, it's amazing he's heard over the music.

Taehyung would smile at how happy that makes him, but he's too overcome by the power exuding from Jeongguk's embrace. The safety of it, the way it feels like nothing could hurt him here, in these arms.

It feel so right—This is what he was curious about. They've only just begun and Taehyung's already got his answer.

The DJ announces something through his microphone, but it's too muffled for Taehyung to hear what he's saying. Then the song changes and the already dimmed lights go down to a minimum.

It's so dark, Taehyung can barely see Jeongguk even though their foreheads are still pressed together. The languid melody of a foreign song** begins to drip from the speakers, thickening the atmosphere. Each beat of its rhythmic bass is accompanied by a flash of the indigo colored lights, creating a strobe-like effect.

It's damn brilliant, the way this song, coupled with a simple lighting effect, can change the mood of an entire room instantly. The entire dance floor becomes further intoxicated by it, including Taehyung. He doesn't even know what the words are saying, but he doesn't need to; the eroticism translates all the same.

The warmth of alcohol flowing in his veins, the connection to Jeongguk's body—it all takes over him completely, shutting his brain down so that he's left only to his physical needs. He finally understands the basement floor of Trouvaille, he no longer has to imagine the type of desire it takes to make two people throw modesty to the wind.

It's the same desire he's experiencing now as he and Jeongguk's lower halves grind together, slow and languid just like the song, but also heavy and ragged like the breaths escaping their lips. It's so hot. Jeongguk is so hot. Taehyung should have known Jeongguk would be good at this, how to roll against his partner so that they move together like waves. Part of him still wants to freak out about the fact that this is happening right now, but he's too drunk to care anymore. Besides, the harder, masculine essence of Jeongguk's body feels intensely satisfying against Taehyung's, confirming that there has indeed been a part of him hiding all this time, repressed for who knows how long.

To further solidify that fact. . .Jeongguk's free hand begins to roam, starting at Taehyung's side, moving down to his hip where it squeezes. The sensation forces Taehyung to trap his lower lip between his teeth to prevent himself from reacting verbally. But Jeongguk still sees it, he knows the effect that simple action just had on him.

The palm of his hand then travels up Taehyung's side. It's heavy, almost gripping. Taehyung's never been touched like this. He's not sure if Jeongguk means it, but it makes him feel like he's wanted, needed in ways no one has ever before.

From there, he brings it up and trails his fingers up and down Taehyung's arm, still curled around his neck. He does that two or three times before his hand finds a home, laced into the hair at Taehyung's nape.

"Since when do you like dancing like this?" He asks after pulling away from Taehyung's forehead, yanking him out of his seduced state.

"Since now, with you," Taehyung answers. The words coming out on their own as his gaze falls down to Jeongguk's lips. Those pretty lips he's felt once before. He'd like to feel them again, so he impulsively begins to bring his face closer, inching in slowly. Just as their mouths are about to connect, Jeongguk's fingers tug at his hair, preventing the kiss. The little bit of roughness and denial unexpectedly causes a jolt of arousal to shoot down Taehyung's body. A sound escapes his throat as he lets his head tilt backwards into Jeongguk's cradling hand. Oh, he liked that. He liked it too much, it's made his knees weak. To make things worse, Jeongguk is staring at his neck, eyes inching their way up to his chin, and then Taehyung's mouth. It's like Jeongguk wants to devour him, but the look on his face seems so afflicted, almost tormented.

Taehyung would think about that more, but suddenly his vision darkens. He's not sure how he gets there, but Taehyung blinks his hazy eyes and finds that he's turned around. His back is against Jeongguk's chest, head resting back on his shoulder so that they're cheek-to-cheek. A little bit of time has passed, they're still dancing but a different song is playing. It's a good thing Jeongguk's got his arms wrapped around his waist. He's more sluggish now and can't make much of the melody, all he can do is try to keep his pace synchronized with Jeongguk's.

"Do you want to stop?"

"No," Taehyung answers plain and clear. He doesn't want to stop, he wants more. He can't imagine what he'd be doing right now if his body hadn't given out on him. He has to bring his arm up and clasp his palm around Jeongguk's neck to hold on. It's the only way he can stabilize himself so that he can push back into Jeongguk's skillful hips as they grind eagerly against his ass. No wonder people dance like this. As numb as some of Taehyung's body is from the alcohol, it feels fucking amazing.

"This is good? I haven't gone too far?" Jeongguk asks, lips grazing the lobe of his ear. Even now as he's fiercely arousing every cell in Taehyung's body with sinful words and gestures, he's still the kind of person making sure that lines or boundaries haven't been crossed.

"It's really good," Taehyung nods. He may be out of his mind and a little too drunk, but he's never felt better.

"So, this is what you wanted." The sensual way his words come out, voice all deep and raspy, it fucks Taehyung up, sends his whole world spinning.

"Yes," he answers breathlessly, turning his neck so that he can look up at Jeongguk and holy shit—his eyes are hooded, pupils blown, the fringe of his bangs are sticking to his forehead by a sheen of sweat. It's so ridiculously sexy.

"Is there anything else you want?"

". . .Yes."

"What is it?" he asks, voice smoother than velvet as he tightens the embrace he has around Taehyung's body. An encouragement perhaps, to finally tell Jeongguk the things he knows for sure now. "What do you want?"

"I. . .I want. . ."

"Tell me, Taehyung. Please," he prompts again softly, almost pleading. A siren to Taehyung's heart, singing an enchanting lullaby that beckons the truth of his desires.

"You," he blurts out, he can't hold back any longer. "I want you."

Taehyung hears a gasp, or maybe a sigh, just as Jeongguk halts his movements. Then he's being turned around in Jeongguk's arms. He's not sure if that reaction was good or bad, but it doesn't matter because his vision is starting to go dark again.

"Come with me," is all he hears before blurry heads of the crowd start flying past him. He sinks out of consciousness for a moment of time, only to be brought back just as he and Jeongguk are exiting the building. The cold, crisp night air hits his face. He breathes it in. The icy oxygen intake feels sobering, but only enough to make him aware of how drunk he seriously is. Everything is blurry, spinning. He feels unsteady.

Jeongguk leads him over to the alleyway on the side of club, away from any on-lookers.

"Are you feeling alright?" Jeongguk asks, worried eyes examining him as he places Taehyung's long wool coat over his shoulders to keep him warm. "Maybe we should get you some water."

"Just a little tired, but m'fine."

"I called the driver, I'm going to take you back to the cabin. I hope that's okay."

"But, Jimin—"

"I already texted him, he knows I have you."

"Thanks," Taehyung shudders. "And thanks for getting my jacket."

Jeongguk doesn't get a chance to say anything before Taehyung's yanking on his leather jacket, pulling him in. He grips onto Taehyung's hips, then guides them both backwards until Taehyung's back is gently pressed against the building's brick wall. Jeongguk's face is so close, gaze hooded. Taehyung shivers again, but not from the winter air this time. It's from the way Jeongguk's face changes, arduous and impassioned as he curls an arm around Taehyung's lower back, and brings their bodies back together once again. The air is hot between them, though it feels as if Taehyung is not breathing at all.

"I guess you really do have me," Taehyung murmurs. His eyes fall heavy-lidded as Jeongguk tucks a bit of his brown hair behind his ear. His fingers fall, tracing slowly down Taehyung's jawline so delicately you'd think he was afraid he'd break him. There's a flash of hesitating conflict in his eyes again, but it disappears instantly behind a hungered gaze when his breath hitches at his thumb tracing over Taehyung's lower lip.

There's a silence between them, but it's not empty. It's thick and damn near volatile with fervent desire. There's so much being said from their ragged breaths, consuming eyes and timid touches.

The glass between them has officially shattered, breaking into a million pieces, scattered and glimmering like diamonds. It's irreparable. They'll never be the same. At least Taehyung won't. He's so beyond captivated by Jeongguk—every sound, every touch, his entire being. The floor is falling away from underneath him, he can't be sure this is really happening. The only thing keeping him grounded is his almost painful need to put his lips to Jeongguk's. Because in his 20+ years of life, he's never wanted so badly to be kissed.

"Can I?" Jeongguk whispers, so quietly Taehyung wouldn't have known he said anything at all had his eyes not already been on the pouty curves of his upper lip.

Yes, please just kiss me already! He wants to shout, but he's hesitant to even go any further. After what happened last time on the couch, he can't deny the doubt playing at his heart.

"Only if you really want to," Taehyung says, eyes staring deep into Jeongguk's because he means it. As much as every fiber of his being is aching for the man in his arms right now, he doesn't want this to happen unless—

"I've always wanted to," Jeongguk breathes and Taehyung's eyes widen with shock as Jeongguk's mouth finally connects with his.

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Yo. What's up.
I'm still here!
I know this chapter took a while to come out but holy shit, I had the most difficult time with it. I don't know why, but I just kept writing and re-writing it over and over again. I kept changing what would happen because I was so indecisive and couldn't get the words out like I wanted.
But, I think I'm happy with it. I think this is good. I hope. It's taken me WEEKS to get it to this point, so I'm letting it exist as it is.

I got a new job, so that's also why it took longer to come out. My job is slow most days so no worries, I do have time to write/edit throughout the day.

Hopefully I won't torture myself over the next chapters.

Anyway, I'm sure you saw the ** earlier during the part where they were dancing to a song. I wanted to give you guys an idea of the type of song that was playing. I was listening to The Neighborhood quite a bit while writing this, and their song Daddy Issues just seemed to really fit with the kind of song I imagined them dancing to.
So, there's that.
I hope you enjoyed this update, thanks for your patience as always.

Love youuuuu xoxoxoxoxo

Kind of what I imagined Taehyung and Jungkook wearing:
Taehyung: all black, turtle neck, coat on when he's outside
Jungkook: black pants, silky blue shirt, leather jacket when he's outside

Also, club aesthetic