"It's him."

Yoongi was pretending to make himself look busy around his dancing friends when murmurs reached his hearing and he couldn't help the urge to turn his back toward the crowd's attention.

Only to meet eyes to eyes with Park Jimin, little smile on the younger's dark, red lips. Inviting. Hurting.

"Min yoongi-ah," Jimin said, his voice is too soft. Yoongi didn't hear him but in his head, he had already feel the luscious lips all over his neck. Smiling, although a little too fake, Yoongi held out his hand for the younger to reach. The moment their skins touched, Yoongi grab rough onto the younger wrist, pulling Jimin in his side.

"Red poison huh?" Yoongi hissed, his hand now making it way to Jimin's waist where he can feel up the trace of lacey lingerie that Jimin is wearing inside.

"Yah PARK JIMIN!"

Yoongi bite a yelp when Taehyung rush to where they are, now fully taking over Jimin who's still had the lopsided grin. Second after, everyone are circling Jimin as they praise the man up and high. Random hands all over his skin, touching his chin, touching his back, holding his hands... Yoongi could only wish the hands was his friends and not from the other students who was talking with him.

"When you walk in, all I can see is your ass. It feel like I entered another realm where Incubus exist!"

"Jimin is half Incubus oh my God??" Jungkook butt in right in front of the tall man wearing glasses, it looked like it was unintentional but Jungkook obviously is pushing the man away as he shouts in excitement.

"Last time I checked he was human? Are you not blind enough, does your glasses need some fixing? I can do that!" Jungkook shouted, even higher as the man walk away with an annoyed glare.

Turning back, Jungkook lift his two thumbs while smiling at the rest of his hyungs.

"How far-sighted he is not seeing Yoongi standing just behind Jimin?" Hoseok asked while glaring to Taehyung and Seokjin.
"Probably just need some ass to dig his crusty head in, I didn't know he was into guy though..." Seokjin said, responding to Hoseok. When everyone was silently nodding, Namjoon and Hoseok are pushed into the crowd by force and Seokjin had to take off his blazer to swim in the crowd.

"Calm down, that's just some cheap flirting. I don't bite such filthy hands." Turning his head away from the crowd, Jimin smiles softly at his friends with a shrug. "I can just bite Yoongi anyway," Jimin said with his cheeky voice before laughing when Yoongi coughed violently.

"He's an Incubus, he is indeed an Incubus." Yoongi points toward Jimin before pulling him in his side once again, this time, he holds a little tighter.
"Hyung, Incubus feed on sexual energy. Have you seen me eating yours away?" Jimin pouted, pressing himself closer into Yoongi's chest.

"That must be a lie, you're eating him everyday." Taehyung, who was eavesdropping, scoffed when Yoongi rolls his eyes.

"I'm not lying. Can't you see him now? Full of sexual energy, I might as well just eat him here–"

"Calm down, you little shit." Yoongi gritted his teeth when the two juniors started laughing.

Jungkook who went missing just a minute ago, come back with a tray of four fancy glasses that's filled with mysterious purple drinks, his smile is as bright as ever.

"There's bunch of bunny girls I don't know where did they come from, they told me to drink this so I asked all of it. I just gave three of it toward other hyungs who went back to our table. Now you guys take this too!" Jungkook shouted, thought the other couldn't hear him well through the music.

"I think the 'bunch of bunny girls' are just trying to flirt with you, Kook," Taehyung pointed out.
"No, I want a hot gay boyfriend." Jungkook pursed his lips before rolling his eyes out of annoyance.

"Like Hoseok hyung... He's a senior and he's famous. He's hot too..." Jungkook scratches his chin before his eyes went up to Taehyung.
"Or you? You're hot and we have matching outfits tonight. I think you can be my dance partner because you also can dance!"

Taehyung had to check his heart twice before Jungkook yells out a loud 'Yes!' and grab his hands together with Jimin who was about to flirt again with his Yoongi hyung.

"Jimin hyung too, you must come, let's shake those fat ass!"

Jungkook was very loud as he pulls his two friends by force, pulling them right in the middle of dance stage that's surrounding with poles and Taehyung shook his head because what the fuck was the party organizers think when they planned this dance stage. 

"The beat of this song is crazy, so let's go all out yeah?!" Taehyung and Jimin nods their heads at Jungkook commands and those people who was also dancing on that stage now joins in the three of them moving along the pounding beats. Getting lost as heat pulsing underneath their skin and Jimin is holding the poles as he breathe in more air, focusing himself into the new, changed music.

It's slowly building, resounding from every corner of that place and Jimin throw his head back as the turbulent of the song hits his eardrums and he grinds on the pole with an ecstatic laughter. Dropping his hips down, knowing how short, how fit his dress are, how much skin he exposed. Knowing that person is watching. Knowing that exact person is biting his lips at his tight dress being lifted as he went up and down the poles.

Jimin is smiling so widely as hands are touching him, wanting to dance with him, wanting to taste even a little of his poison. Wanting to ruin him, tear the tight red dress into pieces.

And the thought of Min Yoongi doing that on him is too ecstatic for Jimin as he rest his head on the pile, breathless, panting for more air. He doesn't know where his other friends are but he want alcohol now. He slipped away from the touching hands, pushing slightly people as he swim through the crowd who's desperate for his attention. For his poison.

"You want some drink hm? Thirsty now?"

Jimin hear the voice and a helping hand on his waist, he quickly backed away with his hazy, blurred sight.

"Baby, I've got your drink here."

"N-no.. Yoongi. I want him..."

"Oh?"

Jimin feel a shivers on his back as a pair of lips pressed hard on the back of his neck and a hand wrapping around his waist.

"You want me now huh? When you were dancing did you think of me though?"

Now he recognized the voice.

"Yoongi, drink...mnn."

"Answer me."

"Aah.. Yes. I was thinking of you. I thought the pole as you, hard and cold for me. Wanting to fuck me so mu– mmnn." Jimin open his eyes as a glass being forced toward his mouth and the liquid pours down in his throat and dribbling all over his chest and dress.

"Yeah? You think I want that. What about you?"

"What do you want me to do, Park Jimin?"

Jimin pushed himself from the rough hand, turning his body to face the older, his drunken state that's yet to recover from the blasting music, he's smiling as he stare on Yoongi's eyes. Dilated, he noticed.

"You..."

Jimin licked his lips, now rubbing himself on the older.

"You really hate losing huh?"

Yoongi is smirking, his chuckles is dangerously seductive and Jimin tugs on Yoongi's jacket tighter. He couldn't think, but he know his answer.

"I want you to fuck me, Min Yoongi."