-레드 라이트-
2225 words
genre: i don't know how to describe it...
P.O.V. Jungkook
Jungkook was lost.
He sat in between an amount of people in the bar, his elbows rested on the dirty surface, a glass with brown liquid in his strong hand.
His head felt dizzy, eyes filled with drowsiness as he led the glass to his lips and poured the liquid down his throat, fire burning in his stomach as soon as his lips touched the cold surface. But he wasn't able to feel it.
Neither the fizzle of tension that electrified the crowded room, people dancing, singing, screaming, laughing and making out around him, moans and laughter filling the stuffy air nor the bass that pumped in his chest, the liquid in the glasses, standing all over the bar, vibrating slightly.
All he could do was to stare at the red surroundings around him, the whole room living and breathing red light, curving all of the barely clothed bodies, which were grinding against each other, searching hungrily for the next friction.
Jungkook was only able to stare at them, his eyes lost in the red light, alcohol filling the pit of his stomach with fire.
He didn't even know how he'd ended up here. He could only remember his boyfriend dumping him in front of all of their friends, leaving him with nothing but a slap in the face, words of anger and frustration filling his ears. It was the worst day in his life.
"F*** you, Yoongi." He growled as he remembered their break-up barely and downed the rest of his drink with a huff, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand afterwards. "Just choke and die, b*tch."
"Rough day, huh?" A voice asked all of a sudden beside him, making him spin around in surprise. He could feel is eyes widen as soon as they touched the angelic face of the man next to him.
Bright red light highlighting the adorable features of his face in a soft pink, skin looking smooth and nice as the stranger looked back at him, his eyes mirroring the red light, hands playing absentmindedly with a crumpled napkin.
Jungkook eyed the man two more seconds before he turned back to his glass and leaned back with a sigh. "Can say so." He responded tiredly and rested his elbow on the back of the chair, eyes searching the stranger again.
The latter nodded and threw him a slight smile, angelic, plump lips stretching into a simper. "Guess we both had." He replied.
Jungkook couldn't help but to stare at the man beside him, eyeing every detail of his body, eyes keeping stuck on the slightly exposed collarbones of the male, a black shirt framing the divine sight.
No, Jungkook wasn't sober at all. But his mind was it barely enough to know that he wanted to forget. He wanted to forget his broken heart. He wanted to forget his ex-boyfriend.
He wanted to forget that he was lost.
So he guessed heaven brought him an angel to fulfill his wish. As already said, Jungkook wasn't sober at all.
He leaned slowly forwards, lips moving into a flirty smirk as he did so and looked straight into the eyes of his target. The faint scent of cologne and something other good smelling hit his nostrils as he was only a few inches apart from the male in front of him.
"So, what's your name, angel?" He asked huskily, breathing with every word the godly scent of the other, making his nose twitch in desire.
The man rested his chin lazily on his hand, staring straight back in Jungkook's round eyes before he responded slowly. "I'm Jimin. Nice to meet you." He replied calmly, eyes sparkling at him.
Jimin didn't seem that affected of Jungkook as vice versa, but the younger could clearly see the interest sparkling behind the other's pretty eyes, making him smirk even more.
"Hm, Jimin, what a nice name." He responded in a deep voice and moved slowly closer to him, resting his big hand casually on the elder's thigh. "I'm Jungkook by the way." He said and looked up at him, a faint smile resting on his lips as he started to trace small patterns on the leg of the older.
Jimin laughed quietly and leaned closer to Jungkook, noses nearly bumping each other. "You're a pretty much of a playboy, aren't you?" Jimin smirked, warm breath hitting Jungkook's alcohol-coated lips, staring at him teasingly.
"Guess so." The younger replied quietly, taking a moment to take all of Jimin's features in, licking his lips hungrily as he did so.
Jungkook still just wanted to forget.
"You said, you had a rough day too?" Jungkook asked. "That doesn't mean we need to let it end like this." He stated and stared straight at Jimin with a smirk, his hand movements on the elder's long leg stopping to pull some money out of his pocket and pay the amount of drinks he had this night.
As he turned back from the bar he could already see Jimin waiting for him. Black perfectly styled hair shining in the red light, smooth, white skin glowing pinkly in this surroundings, eyes looking at Jungkook with a challenging sparkle in them, lips spread into a teasing smile.
Oh, and Jungkook couldn't wait to wreck this perfect boy. To mess his hair up completely, coloring the canvas of white skin with red and purple blotches, while drowning all of his problems in a heated kiss.
Jungkook couldn't wait to wreck himself tonight.
He wanted to drug himself with something better than alcohol.
So he didn't hesitate to grab Jimin by his waist as soon as he reached him and pull him into a sloppy kiss. Drunk lips moving against the angelic ones.
Jimin groaned in pleasure as the younger dug his nails into his sides, kissing him hard and roughly, their lips connected as one. He wrapped his arms instinctively around the taller and pressed himself further against him, bodies melting hotly against each other.
The kiss they shared was long, hot and longing. Jimin could taste the alcohol on Jungkook's lips, the tart taste melting bitterly on his hot tongue, hands gripping him tight.
A sweet moan escaped his mouth as the younger started to trail his lips down Jimin's neck, hot breath fanning his untouched skin, wet lips moving against it.
And Jimin's head was already high in the sky, his mind clouded with pure pleasure as he felt the younger sucking on his soft skin. The smell of alcohol and smoke seeped through Jimin's mind only barely, music piercing his ears as he remembered suddenly where they were.
He almost forgot their surroundings, the people that were also here, drinking and making out, because of the same reason as them. They wanted all to forget.
"Mhh, Jungkook..." Jimin moaned out softly, pulling the younger's hair gently to make him look up. When the two caught gazes Jungkook looked like he'd been ripped out of a deep trance, eyes half-lidded as he stared at Jimin confusedly.
"N-not here." The elder whispered faintly, smirking at Jungkook before he pointed with his chin over the wild crowd to some doors on the end of the room.
Jungkook followed his gaze before he nodded and took Jimin by his wrist, diving with him into the ocean of bodies.
He wasn't only guided by arousal. No, there was something more than that. His mind was clouded with frustration, sadness and anger, his broken heart lying heavily in his ribcage.
He just wanted to fill this blank space in his chest.
So he didn't waste any time to push the door open as soon as they reached it and drag his filler with him into the long floor, that sprawled in front of them.
He pushed the elder into the next opened door, shutting all of the people and party noises as he threw the door shut behind them. Only the two of them were left in the gloomy room, red neon lights filling the dark space.
It was no need for words as Jungkook pushed Jimin onto the bed in the room. The white bedsheets drenched in red light.
Jungkook only concentrated on the beautiful choked out moan the elder made when he hovered above him, attacking the plump lips with his. Their hot breaths hitting each other, heads dizzy and numb from the hotness, which pooled between them, Jungkook rolling his hips once down to earn a sweet moan from the older male.
Jimin gasped faintly as the younger bit his bottom lip, tugging at it slightly before he slipped his tongue inside the elder's mouth, satisfied about the melodic moan the other made.
Jungkook's head was high in the sky in the moment he ground his hips downwards one more time, pleasure flowing through his wrecked body as a husky groan spilled over his lips.
But Jungkook's drunk mind wasn't satisfied with this.
No drug was powerful enough to muffle the pain, that was eating him alive.
And he knew that in the moment he thought to hear his ex-boyfriend's voice, breaking immediately apart from the male beneath him.
His chest moved heavily, face heated, as he sat straight up, staring with shock widened eyes at the man under him.
"What's wrong?" Jimin asked confused, hands trying to tug the younger back on him, lips pursed into a pout.
Jungkook stared at Jimin for a few more seconds, eyes roaming around the already wrecked boy beneath him. Lips red and swollen, glistening in the red light because of the saliva, that coated them, eyes hooded and looking at Jungkook needy, black hair tousled and wild.
He panted a few times before he shook his head slightly, trying to wipe the thoughts about his ex-lover away. But it was too late. Yoongi was now in his mind, making the younger replay their breakup in his head, pain stabbing immediately in his chest.
Jungkook began to panic and the sudden urge of wanting to drug himself again bit its fangs into his mind.
He stared at the man beneath him and Jimin wasn't even able to take another breath before Jungkook pinned him already down onto the mattress again, hands holding him down in place, lips busy with the elder.
Jungkook was out of his mind as he kissed Jimin rougher, hips grinding even harder against the other and ignoring that Jimin's pleasure turned slowly into displeasure as the younger didn't stop.
Jungkook tried to drug his mind again, forcing his tongue forcefully inside the elder's mouth, blocking out the choked out "Jungkook-" Jimin made as he was only busy to ease the own pain in his chest.
He didn't even notice the treacherous tears, that had started to fill his burning eyes until he felt a sudden push pushing him off of Jimin, letting their lips break apart.
The sudden loss of the warmth and skin contact made Jungkook gasp, his mind wrecked and dizzy from the amount of alcohol he'd poured into himself this night.
"Jungkook." The younger heard Jimin calling his name out, turning his head to the elder, who sat already on the edge of the bed, buttoning his shirt up, the red light tinging his body into a soft pink.
Jimin caught Jungkook's gaze, angelic, bruised lips starting to move as he spoke. "I have nothing against a nice one night stand." He said and scooted slowly closer to the still confused male, who sat rigidly on the bed. "But I don't like it if someone's just using my body for their own pleasure. So what's wrong?" Jimin asked, eyes roaming softly across the younger's face, a sad smile adorning his lips as he did so, all of the tension had gone lost between them in the last seconds.
It was silent for a while, they only heard the quiet buzzing of the red neon lights, which flickered around them, eyes staring in each other in silence, neither one of them talking.
Until Jungkook reached with his hand slowly for Jimin's cheek, letting his fingers run down the godlike skin. Jimin's soft but strong gaze and the colorless silence around them, making him remember why he was really here.
"I'm lost." Jungkook whispered quietly, tears silently falling down his cheeks. "I don't have a place or a friend to go. I'm just lost." He whispered, voice ringing quietly through the stuffy air.
Jimin nodded wordlessly, a faint smile spreading on his face as he leaned towards the younger to press a light kiss on Jungkook's rosy cheek before he stood up from the bed.
"It's okay, Jungkook. You can come with me in my apartment and tell me the rest of your story, if you want." Jimin said and reached with his hand for the broken boy, ready to take his hand in his.
Jungkook stared at his soft hand and then up into the man's face, his heart fluttering as one thought pierced his mind.
Maybe he'd already been found.
The wrecked boy smiled slightly back and reached for the elder's hand. Red light closing about them as their hands met, their gazes touching and smiles growing wider.
Jungkook guessed, lost things were meant to be found.
And maybe they were just meant to be.
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( Yoonkook is my shit.. )
Sorry I haven't updated for so long ^_^"
I hope you liked this story ^^ (I won 2nd place with this in a Jikook competition after all hehe)