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Day 23 - Club

Yoongi wasn’t one to go out to the club much, too many people, it was always hot, and it was way too loud. He never liked it much, even in College when he ended up going a lot, mostly for the drinks.

Yet here he was, leaning up against the wall next to Hoseok, a drink in his hand as he watched the rest of their friends.

Namjoon was sitting down with Jin, trying to act like he wasn’t moving closer to the older, hand brushing over his thigh as he leaned in to whisper something, finger tapping against his drink. Jin seemed to be well aware that Namjoon was trying to take him home with him but didn’t seem to mind all that much.

 Yoongi turned his gaze to the dance floor where he could see the two youngest pressed close together. He wanted to say they were dancing, but he wasn’t too sure at this point. Their cheeks were flushed, not just from the drinks they’d had, Jungkook’s hand was finding its way up Taehyung’s shirt and what had started off as a few small pecks had turned heated really quickly.

He finally looked away when he saw Jungkook grab Taehyung’s wrist and pull him toward the bathroom’s. He looked at Hoseok who was just smiling fondly as he watched them, taking a sip from his glass.

Then there was Jimin, who was pressed close to Yoongi’s side, whining softly as he rested his chin on his boyfriend’s shoulder. Yoongi’s arm was around Jimin’s small waist, his thumb rubbing gently at the exposed skin on his side.

“What’s wrong, baby? You’ve been whining a lot tonight,” Yoongi murmured as he pressed his lips to Jimin’s head, looking down at the Hybrid. Jimin just whined again and held tighter onto Yoongi.

“Come dance with me, Hyung…” Jimin whispered, his lips pressed to Yoongi’s jaw, hand trailing over the older’s chest. “I want you… To come dance…”

Yoongi licked his lips as he looked at Jimin, eyes lidded. He was always weak when it came to Jimin, especially when the younger spoke like that, his voice heavy and needy.

“You know I don’t dance, baby,” Yoongi protested, though he knew he wasn’t going to get out of this situation unless he went with Jimin.

Which is why he didn’t fight when Jimin grabbed his hand and pulled him along to the dance floor.

“Don’t worry. Just hold onto me and I’ll do the dancing,” Jimin whispered as he spun around to wrap his arms around Yoongi’s shoulder’s, pulling Yoongi into a deep kiss, their chests pressed close.

Yoongi was already gone at this point, his hands grasping at Jimin’s hips, feeling them swaying along with the music as Jimin lowered his lips to Yoongi’s throat.

“I needed you away from them…” Jimin whispered as he lifted his gaze to Yoongi. It was only now that Yoongi noticed the pink on Jimin’s cheeks as well as his cloudy eyes. “My heat… Is coming and… I need to get out. I need you…”

Yoongi stared down at his boyfriend for a moment, his mouth dry as Jimin slowly ran his hands down Yoongi’s chest, grasping at his shirt.

“Take me home, Hyung…”

Taking his hand quickly, Yoongi pulled Jimin from the dance floor and waved at the others before making his way out of the club, quickly waving down a taxi.

“Don’t worry, baby… Hyung is here for you…”