Be My Teacher || K.SJ

Special Chapter - Yoongi & Josie (PT 1)

As we get inside, I'm immediately greeted with the music now roaring in my ears, the bass so strong I can feel it beneath my feet, rippling through my body with each beat. There are lights of different colors bouncing and strobing on the dance floor, highlighting the multitude of people dancing. 

He walks us towards the bar, and orders two drinks, which he pays for. I sit down on the stool and grab the glass as the bartender passes it to me. I lean in closely to Yoongi's ear.

"How are we allowed in here?" I ask him, yelling above the music.

"Just people I know. We're good." He yells back, smiling knowingly.

It's not my first time underage drinking. Also not my first time in a club. But I do know Korea has pretty strict rules regarding underage drinking. But I trust Yoongi, and breaking the rules sometimes never hurts anyone.

I shrug my shoulders and pop the straw in my mouth, my eyes still locked onto Yoongi's. He stares back as I play with the straw with my tongue, smirking.

Yoongi orders us a couple more drinks, and the music begins to beckon me. My body feels more fluid, more free and wanting to move.

I place my hand on his arm, and he turns his head to look at me.

"Wanna dance?" I ask. He chuckles.

"Sure." 

We make our way to the still crowded dance floor, just in time for the DJ to switch to another song. This one is faster, the bass dirtier and the synth more aggressive.

I start by grabbing his hand and we both dance to the beat, bopping and jumping to each chord. I'm in the moment, and I don't notice until I feel a hand on my waist, pulling me forward.

Yoongi is inches from me, his eyes dark and staring at me intensely. He wraps his other hand around my waist, and now our bodies touch. We move in unison, our hips swaying and moving together. I wrap my arms around his neck, a broad smile on my face, enjoying every second.

His hands trail down and stop at my ass, squeezing tightly, a small smirk on his face. I smirk back, loving the attention. 

I intentionally begin to move my hips more, provocatively accepting his proposition. There's a slight sheen of sweat on his neck, and I lick my lips at the sight before me.

I look up and catch his eyes, then look at his pink, perfect lips, parted slightly, then looking back up to his eyes.

I grip tighter on the nape of his neck and pull him closer, finally feeling his lips on mine as I kiss him. 

He kisses me back, his hand on my ass gripping tighter. He plunges his tongue in my mouth and I follow, our tongues swirling and fighting each other for dominance. His lips are soft, and he kisses me hard, almost like he had been waiting too.

"Want another drink?" I ask, and he nods his head, grinning bashfully.

We get to the bar and it's a little more crowded this time. 

"I'll get us the drinks, stand here." He says, and I comply.

I look around, and suddenly an unfamiliar man approaches me. He leans in close to my ear.

"Hey... Where are you from?" He asks me in broken English.

I pull away and look at him, furrowing my brows.

His breath reeks of alcohol, his eyes are small and bloodshot, clearly drunk.

"America." I bluntly reply in Korean. He leans back in my ear.

"You speak Korean?"

"Yes."

"That's kind of sexy." He drunkingly slurs in my ear.

I pull back and look at him, scowling. But I then feel him place his hand on my ass, and leans in closer to my face, trying to kiss me.

Suddenly, I see someone's arms shove him in the chest, and the man flies a few meters and falls to the floor. I'm taken aback, my eyes wide at the quick event. I look beside me and I see Yoongi, his eyes angry, his chest rising and falling, staring at the man.

He gets up and strides back towards Yoongi, his face scrunched in shock and anger. 

He swings for him, but Yoongi ducks out of the way, instead raising his fist and planting it directly in the mans face, forcing him to fall to the floor once again.

"You wanna try again, bitch?" Yoongi spits, raising both his fists in a fighting stance.

The man struggles to get off the floor, disorientated.

"She's mine. Don't touch my fucking woman." He yells intimidatingly.

I stare at him, my eyes wide.

Another large man in a black suit approaches us, Yoongi leans into his ear, and the man nods his head, picking the scumbag off the floor and dragging him out of the club.

Yoongi turns to me, his face softening. "Are you okay?" He asks.

"I'm fine, are you okay?" I ask back, looking at his knuckle, red and swollen.

He looks down at his hand, and shakes it.

"It's nothing." He laughs. "Sorry about that. I couldn't have some freak touching you like that."

"Sorry?" I quip, tilting my head. He looks at me confused.

"That was fucking hot." I add.

He looks at me bewildered. "It was?" He chuckles.

I look at him, and move forward, lifting my hand and grabbing the back of his hair, crashing my lips onto his, kissing him hard. He kisses me back, wrapping his hands around my waist.

I pull back, my hand still attached to his neck.

"Wanna get out of here?" I ask.

"Absolutely."