nightscape || ym

ONE

Nightscape
noun

"A scene viewed at night, especially as represented in art"

Yoongi always had a burning passion for nightclubs like these.

Obnoxious, purple lights shone over the heavily crowded dance floor of the club, mixing in with the softer blue lights that were coming from the DJ booth, but both were working together equally to practically blind him with how bright they were.

He watched on tiredly as sweaty bodies collided with each other, all moving along to the beat of the generic techno song playing in the background. But fuck, no matter how hard he scanned the crowd, he couldn't find the person he was looking for.

Choi Heechul, the man who had managed to steal a fuck ton of weed from his boss and get away with it. But still, no matter how hard you tried, nobody could escape from Yoongi's boss. He was an extremely powerful man, nobody ever fucked him over and got away with it.

Truthfully, even Yoongi struggled to get away from him. He was 17 when he somehow got looped into this line of work, he tried to leave a few years later and found himself tied up in a ditch, bleeding an unsafe amount of blood from random wounds all over his body. Ever since then, he's just kept his mouth shut, took care of the people he was asked to kill, and accepted his wages. Sure, the job wasn't something he enjoyed, but it paid very prettily which was something he was glad of.

He sighed, picking up his phone and texting his boss.

"I've been looking for hours, he's not here, sir"

The bass of the music thumped loudly in his ears, sending a wave of annoyance through his body as he stood up from the empty booth, taking one last glimpse around the club.

Then, his eyes landed on a boy at the opposite side of the dance floor, swaying his hips almost professionally to the music as his fluffy pink hair bounced while he moved. Yoongi felt his breath hitch in his throat as he looked the slender boy up and down.

He was a little smaller than him, and he was all honey coloured skin and twinkling eyes. He wore a black, silk shirt that clung suggestively to his small frame, making Yoongi's legs go a little weaker than he'd like to admit.

Sure, it's rude to stare, but that boy clearly brings the sun to it's fucking knees every night, and Yoongi found himself drifting over to him as he itched to get a better view. As he neared the boy, he found that his eyes had begun to linger on his legs, or more particularly on his thighs.

Their eyes met as the boy noticed Yoongi walking towards him, his movements halted for a moment as he drank in the older boy's appearance, his eyes gliding slowly over him. Then, as if nothing had happened, he started dancing again, tilting his head to the side a little as he watched him with hooded eyes.

Before he knew it, he was face to face with the boy and moving gently along with the music as they stared each other down. Yoongi leaned in first, nosing gently across the nape of his neck and breathing in the sweet, floral scent before lifting his head and mumbling softly into his ear.

"You got a name, baby?"

The boy shivered slightly, his dark brown eyes hooded with lust as he inched closer.

"Jimin, Park Jimin.." He purred, lifting his arms and hanging them loosely around Yoongi's neck as he grinded himself against the older boy. Fuck, even his name was pretty.

"Mm, Well my name's Yoongi.." He said, pulling Jimin closer by his hips and letting him nose against his neck.

"Oh? Don't have a second name, Yoongi?" Jimin questioned, fluttering his lashes as he lifted his head to look him in the eye. Yoongi chuckled, grasping the boy's waist possessively.

"Why would I tell you that? Just 'cus you're pretty?" Yoongi's tongue darted out to flick over his bottom lip.

Jimin rolled his eyes, leaning up slightly and pressing a light kiss to Yoongi's neck before sucking the delicate skin into his mouth. A moan escaped Yoongi's lips as he rutted against the boy, trying to pull him even closer, if possible.

The music was almost deafening now, yet all he could focus on was how fluently Jimin shook his hips to the beat. Jimin giggled, pulling away from Yoongi's neck to admire the red mark that was beginning to blossom against his pale skin.

They danced together for another ten minutes, although it felt like hours had passed. Yoongi was growing needier by the second, and he couldn't help but slide his hand up the boy's shirt a little. He stopped to make sure he wasn't going too far, but Jimin grabbed his hands and pushed them even further up, grinning widely as he did so.

"Why don't you take me home, hm?" Jimin smiled innocently, blinking up at him with doe eyes.

"Hmm, come on then, doll" Yoongi smirked, removing his hands from Jimin's chest and instead reaching out to tug on his hand. His heart went a little mushy as he looked at how small the boy's hands were, but he decided not to dwell on it.

He shoved his way past the crowd, making sure not to let go of Jimin's hand as he pulled him through the ocean of people. He looked back and saw Jimin smiling brightly at him, his pink hair sticking to his forehead slightly with sweat. Yoongi smiled back fondly, and somewhere in the back of his mind, he questioned how this boy, who he had met literally 10 minutes ago, already had him very much whipped.

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