"You know, Namjoon was right," Taehyung said while they strolled through the nocturnal streets of the club district. "The KNP is much too stuck-up with their homophobia."

Jungkook stayed quiet. For some time now, he had a pretty good picture of how Namjoon thought about people like him, and he was happy to have a friend at the KNP who would definitely support him if he was to come out, but the idea of coming out to his colleagues was frightening, nonetheless. And the less he said, the less he would be sucked into that discussion and the more he could distance himself from them should some higherups get word of it.

"What's the matter with liking the same sex when we're doing a good job?" Taehyung continued unaware of Jungkook's discomfort. "Does your sexuality make you a bad officer? Would I be less capable or trustable if I slept with a guy?"

Jungkook's face twitched. Only someone who was straight could talk about this so blatantly.

"I need a restroom," his friend suddenly said, looking around the street as if he could find a sign that would point him to one.

"You just went an hour ago," Jungkook complained, although he was happy that the topic was dropped. "What's wrong with you?"

Taehyung only shrugged and smiled and waved when he entered the club they were about to pass. Jungkook froze; it was the Devil's Lair. "No, Tae, don't!" he tried to call back his colleague, but the other had already vanished behind the black door.

Jungkook groaned. Why was it that he would always end up here? Was it not enough that he had to endure Jimin's endless taunting when he passed by on his nightshifts? That the demon was sneaking into his dreams and fantasies? That he wanted to come here, always waiting to see that silver hair and devilish smile? That the only reason he did not ask to be shifted to another area was because he loved how the adrenaline would pump through his veins once he entered this street? He was a lost man.

"Stupid," he whispered to himself and gave his cheek a soft slap. But what could go wrong if he hit it up with Jimin just once? No one needed to know, and maybe the voice in his head would finally shut up.

He heard a whimper.

Alerted, he turned around to look for the source of that sound. Many nights on the street had taught him what this sound could mean, and he would do a damn letting some guy off for molesting a drunken girl.

A second later he had located the sounds to the small and dimly lit side alley of the Devil's Lair and walked around the corner to step into action. But his voice died in his throat at the sight in front of him.

The alley led upwards with some stairs and half the way up there was the silver hair he had been looking for, but it was not alone. A tall muscular frame was pressing Jimin against the wall, hands on the club owner's slim waist and face buried in the crook of his neck. And Jimin was... Jungkook swallowed hard... he was grinding on that man's thigh that was pressed between his legs.

"Yesss," the silver-haired breathed out, eyes closed and lips parted in a smile that made him look like the sinner Jungkook had burned him into his mind as.

Jungkook's lower half was no longer under his control and he had to bite his lip to mute the sounds that threatened to tumble out of his mouth. Well, fuck. This could have been him. Pressing into Jimin and- oh god... the small man had guided that stranger's hand down from his waist to his crotch and was thrusting into the press of their palms. Why did this look so forbidden?

Jungkook tried to fight the reflex of grabbing his own waking erection through his uniform pants and looked behind him, back onto the main road. Were they not concerned for onlookers? Public indecency was a thing.

Just when that thought crossed his mind, the couple vanished into the entrance of an apartment next to them which Jungkook had not noticed until now, and he himself leaned against the wall, sliding down. His legs were no longer able to support his weight.

"Kook?" Taehyung's voice called for him from the main street and Jungkook just wanted to close his eyes and melt into the wall.

"Kook, where are you?" his friend called again. "Did he leave?" Sometimes Taehyung was an idiot.

"I need the restroom, too," Jungkook grumbled and pushed himself up to enter the club, trying to hide his half-hard state by passing his colleague quickly and running down the stairs into the dense club air.

He brushed past kissing couples and laughing faces, only focused on getting to that stall in the men's room, and once he had reached it, he just sunk down on the toilet lid and buried his face in his hands. His breathing was much too fast and that picture of Jimin rutting against that guy would not stop playing in front of his inner eye.

And he wanted to hold himself back and calm down, he really tried, but he was weak for this shit, so this was a lost battle from the very beginning. One zip later his hand was around his dick and he hastily stroked himself to the picture that would not leave him alone. What if he was the one pressing Jimin into the wall? Sucking on those plump lips and grabbing that ass to press them closer.

But it was not enough. He wanted Jimin naked against him, moaning his lungs out from the pleasure he could bring him, lips bruised from kissing. Skin on skin, his dick in that hot tightness. Making them both fall apart.

When Jungkook's orgasm hit him, it was fast and hard, and he barely had the time to clasp his free hand over his mouth to muffle his moan.

He had done it. He had come in the dirty restroom of a nightclub at the idea of fucking said club's owner. He was so done for.

Swaying softly and with eyes unfocussed he tried to find his way out of the club when a voice called for him. "Officer! Officer!" it called until Jungkook could focus and turned towards the sound. It was the mint-haired barkeeper. Like in a trance he walked over.

"You good?" the green-haired asked and dropped the towel he had been drying glasses with on the bar behind him. Jungkook could not answer; he was too caught up in his head. The man sighed. "You see, there are two ways of solving a problem: running fast and far enough to leave it behind, which in most cases is highly impractical, or facing it head on." The expression of the barkeeper was as blank as a sheet of paper, but the cat eyes seemed to beam with concern.

Jungkook nodded slowly. "Uhu. Thanks..."

He would ask for a transfer to a different area tomorrow.

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