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Yoongi was bored.
He was in a bar of a luxury hotel and he was bored out of his mind. There was elevator music playing and the lights were excessively bright, to top it off the most alcoholic drink they were offering was rum and coke and there was too much coke for his liking. But what did he expect from a business party? this place was rented out to the CEO of a huge company who organized this whole thing to meet investors and potential business partners in a more relaxed atmosphere, to get to know each other, bond and make deals. That was the whole point of this dumb party, and being completely honest Yoongi didn’t have much of a problem with it, people pretending to be nice to get money is an everyday thing in this day and age, what bothered him though is that this mister CEO decided to keep the alcohol levels at the minimum, he could be spending his Saturday doing anything else, but no he was here drinking coke in a luxury hotel. What a waste.
He had been talking to people before, trying very hard to be social and nice, but the minute anyone saw the actual CEO of a company they would all flock over to them and completely forget about him. He really couldn’t blame them but the guy that was telling the story about how he encountered a bear never got to finish.
He gave up and decided to sit by the bar to pass the time, maybe the bartender would have something fun to say.
Just when he was contemplating leaving he heard someone sit beside him.
“Hello there sugar”
Yoongi raised an eyebrow. “What?”
“I said hi, sugar, did you not hear me?” Seeming actually confused.
“Why would you call me sugar?” Yoongi questioned as the stranger downed the whole drink in his glass which was a pretty orange that faded to yellow.
“'Cause you got a sweet ass” He said in a manner of fact looking at the bartender who was already serving him another glass.
Now this was amusing, no one had refer to him like that, ever, sure he heard he had a nice ass but someone calling him sugar? That was new.
“Are you drunk?” He asked, confused, since they weren't supposed to serve hard liquor, so this guy was either very lightweight or found a way to get his hands on something.
“Nope, but hopefully soon” He took a sip of his drink and pointed it at him “Want some?”
“Sure” Yoongi said eyeing it for a second, took the drink and took a sip, almost spitting it out. “What the fuck? this is just pure vodka” He said as he cleaned the dribble down his chin, the stranger giggled.
“Can’t handle your alcohol I see”
Yoongi scoffed and took the newly served drink on the bar and downed it “Was just surprised” he said leaving the empty glass on the bar. The bartender left another one immediately, Yoongi tilted his head.
“Did you bribe this dude to get you vodka with food coloring or something” He questioned, the stranger just smiled.
“Ummm maybe, maybe not” he said taking a sip.
Yoongi took the time to look at this guy. He was handsome, like really handsome. His hair was neatly parted and his suit was impeccable, seemed like the type of guy that belonged here, he could probably charm any of these people to invest in his company by just smiling.
“Hey so, were you hitting on me or?” Yoongi asked curious leaning on his hand after the guy stayed silent for what seemed too long.
“Oh yeah, right” He answered as if he forgot “Are you in love with me yet?” He asked winking.
Yoongi laughed amused.
“What? I called you sugar, gave you some vodka? what more do you need?” Stranger said laughing.
“How about you start by giving me a name”
“Ummm yeah, how bout i don’t”
“Why?” Yoongi raised an eyebrow.
“Because it’s more fun not to know who I am, actually I don’t wanna know who you are either” The stranger smiled. Yoongi was more confused.
“... Again, why?”
“Why not? its just. More. Fun.”
Yoongi thought about it and nodded slowly, taking a sip of his coke.
“So I’ll just keep calling you sugar”
Yoongi smiled. Wow this guy.
“Ok, ok, I’ll call you love then”
“Love, why?”
“Because you asked me if I was in love with you yet, let's pretend I am” Yoongi said with a smirk.
“Oh” The stranger nodded “I like that” He smiled “And since we’re pretending how about I take this opportunity, and say, hello I’m love a famous actor slash scriptwriter slash singer songwriter”
“Okay then I'm Sugar, and I’m a producer?”
“And?”
“Composer?”
“And?”
“Um and underground rapper who turned idol and is on the way to having his own record label”
“Oooh yeah that's really hot” He said excitedly.
Yoongi smiled again, this guy was fun, handsome and fun.
After a few more drinks of orange vodka they decided that it was better to leave, no one was noticing them anyway, why think of the consequences?. Tonight they weren't them anymore, they were other people, people who did what they wanted because they could, and had no need to explain themselves. That's what the stranger said to convince Yoongi to leave with him.
They walked to the elevator laughing at lame dad jokes on their way and making fun of some guys toupee.
“Do you really think this is a good idea?” Yoongi asked in the elevator, Love was untying his tie and messing his hair as he looked in the mirror of the elevator. Yoongi decided to do the same.
“Sugar, I really don’t wanna think” he simply said in a sigh.
Yoongi nodded.
It’s been a while since he didn’t think, a while since he didn’t calculate every action he did and every word he spoke. Weird how this stranger showed up out of nowhere and got him to follow him without a second thought. But, actually, looking at the guys reflection on the mirror he sort of understood. The guy was just too damn hot, cheeks slightly flushed and shiny plump lips, how could he think with him right beside him? impossible, with the vodka kicking in he would probably follow this guy to end of the earth.
They walk outside the hotel and Love manages to get a taxi immediately. Damn this guys was powerful.
They told the driver to leave them at the closest nightclub. It’s been years since Yoongi went to one, and being completely honest it’s not something he missed, or even enjoyed that much at the time, but right now it seemed like the next step, sounded appealing to have loud music and alcohol to drown his thoughts.
“I know a club! It’s really good and its 5 minutes away, a have a friend who bar-tend there, he’s really great.” The taxi driver talked animatedly “Oh yeah, the owner is also my friend actually” He said somewhat confused at the fact that he forgot that.
Love talked back as equally as energetic, and Yoongi was amused at the fact that he now knew the name of the taxi driver and his friends, Taehyung, Hoseok and Namjoon, but didn’t know the name of the guy he was going to probably spend the night with.
Though that just made everything more enticing, intriguing, more fun.
They got to the club and there were people in a long line outside.
“I’ll let you guys in, they know me here” Taehyung said “They like it when I bring customers” He smiled and they got off the cab.
You could immediately get the vibe of this place, outside cursive pink neon lights read Jam . And you could here the bass way before you walked in. They followed Taehyung through the doors as the crowd outside gave them dirty looks but Yoongi just smirked, being a famous idol was fun.
Taehyung waved to the guy at the bar and patted him on the back as a goodbye.
“C’mon sugar” Love said and grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the bar. It was a adorned with blue and purple lights, and even though it was pretty packed somehow the bartender took no time to give them drinks. It was way cheaper here and everything had way more alcohol.
Yoongi looked over at the people dancing, just people squished together wearing whatever they pleased and having the time of their lives. He felt a bit self conscious over the fact that the people here seemed to be so young, wearing sparkly cropped tops, ripped jeans and platforms, while he was almost 30 and wearing a suit.
“Don’t think” he heard right beside his ear. He felt chills and looked beside him to see this guy looking more ethereal than before seemingly glowing with the blue and purple lights that should not be flattering at all.
They took a few shots, because as Love said why the fuck not? and went to the dance floor. Now Yoongi was more than a little dizzy and it was time to just let go. His heart beating to the rhythm of the music. Eyes closed, face warm and surely red, just moving around in a sea of people. Thinking about how he was weirdly enjoying this, he didn’t like being around so many people before, why did he feel so relaxed now? maybe because one of those people is Love… oh wait Love said I shouldn’t think, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love... Wait. Where?. Yoongi opened his eyes. Love wasn’t there. Love, Love, Love. Where was he? . Yoongi looked around and then he saw him. He wasn’t hard to miss. Even in sea of people he stood out to Yoongi the most. He was a few feet away sandwiched between a man and a woman. He was making out the woman while the guy was kissing his neck. Love, Love, Love. Yoongi felt… something. He walked up to them, grabbed Love by the arm and pulled him away from them. Love didn’t seem to be to bothered by it, as he complied easily. Yoongi stopped and turned around eyebrows furrowed. Love just smiled. Yoongi grabbed him by the collar and pulled him down so he could get close to his ear.
“You are suppose to just dance with me” he demanded. Love giggled.
“Why?” he said back.
“Because” Love, Love, Love. “Because we’re pretending to be in love” He answered and let go of Loves collar.
Love leaned down close to Yoongi's ear “correction, you were the one in love, Sugar”
Yoongi relaxed his eyebrows.
True.
Love didn’t say anything about love.
It was just him.
Love, love, love ...
Still, Love grabbed Yoongi's face and smiled.
His lips were shiny, glittery even. He leaned in eyes close and kissed him. Yoongi didn’t mean to keep his eyes open for longer than necessary, he just wanted to see his face as much as he could, he even noticed his whole face had specks of glitter. He got distracted, from Loves lashes and specks of glitter, when he felt his lips. Soft and plumb. Tasted like vodka and cherry, exactly how he imagined a night like this would taste. Vodka & cherry. Glitter & neon lights.
The kiss quickly depend and suddenly it got hotter and hard to breath. He broke the kiss and grabbed loves arm and pulled him toward the shiny lights that indicated the bathroom. They went into a stall and put love against the door.
“What are we doing now?” he asked a bit breathless as Yoongi kiss his neck
“I’m gonna suck your dick”
“How sweet” he smiled biting his lip. Yoongi in the meantime was moving his hands quickly down loves pants losing the belt and undoing the zipper. He lowered his pants and...
“You’re not wearing underwear”
"I didn’t expect something like this to happen but i sure hoped so” He said his breathing more erratic as Yoongi started touching his dick. Slowly, as he slowly trailed down leaving kissed on top of loves shirt, which he now noticed was pretty see through.
“C’mon, Sugar” he whined
Yoongi finally kneeling down “ Don’t be impatient, Love ”
He himself though was pretty impatient, his own dick was twitching in anticipation and even though the music was muffled behind closed doors the bass was still heavy and leading his heart beat.
He started licking slowly the tip hearing Love groan. Licking slowly making him whine. For most of the night it was Love pulling and pushing and hell who knows just now when Yoongi pulled him away Love probably wanted him to do that, expected him to do that. Until now Yoongi was going at his rhythm and he wasn’t gonna lie he liked it, but there was something extremely rewarding in having someone's pleasure depend on you.It was fun.
At this point everything seems like a daze, Love isn’t loud but Yoongi can feel him shudder, and fuck it’s so hot, so damn hot.
Yoongi swallowed. And smirked.
“You’ve been eating pineapples lately?” He said as Love laughed at him. He grabbed him and kissed him again and if it weren't for hearing someone else moan really close by making them separate, he’s sure he would’ve cum in his pants.
“Let's go somewhere else” love whispered.
And they did, when they got outside love immediately got a cab and Yoongi admired how much power this man had to get what he wanted so fast.
This taxi driver was not as chatty as the last one but it was good since Yoongi had his tongue down loves throat making it impossible to talk. The man did leave them in a pretty fancy looking motel, complete with pink neon lights as that seemed to be the theme tonight. They purchased the most expensive room since as love put it, a famous actor and an idol deserve only the best. Yoongi laughed as he knew no famous person would go near this place but he liked playing along. He liked being this idol person. And the way love could change the atmosphere around him with just a smile, there was just no way he wasn’t really an actor.
Their room, contrary to the rather tacky exterior of the rest of the motel, was pretty elegant, still filling the motel aesthetic it had a lot of red and satin sheets but it was sobered up with black and neutral low lights. There were no heart shape anythings which was what Yoongi expected but on further Inspeccion he did find strawberry flavored condoms and lube so there is that. He didn't do that until later though, since the moment the door behind them closed love was already pulling him towards the bed.
“Didn’t you just cum?” Yoongi said already on top of Love, his lips against his neck
“That was hours ago” Love scoffed, making Yoongi laugh. He pulled himself back and looked at love. His eyes were bright and his cheeks were flushed, he had messy hair and was all sweaty.
“What?”
“You’re really beautiful” Yoongi answered softly and with an equally soft smile.
Loved seemed surprise, opening his eyes wide but just for a second, he looked away and scoffed again.
“Well, yeah, I know”
Yoongi didn’t miss the way his ears turned red. He leaned down and started kissing Loves neck again.
The kisses soon turned into hickies and Love started grinding against him.
Now Yoongi was the one whining.
“I’m a healthy guy, just fuck me already” He said in a demanding whisper.
And so Yoongi did.
He already knew he liked Loves face, his lips, his eyes his nose. But once the clothes were gone and he was in him, he realized he also liked his body, his chest, his thighs, his dick. And soon enough when Love kept moaning faster, deeper, harder, he realized he liked, no, adored his voice.
When it was over they were both panting, Yoongi rolled of to his back.
“Huh I didn’t notice the mirror on the ceiling”
“Yeah, it’s been there since we got here”
“You don’t say”
“I was staring at your butt the whole time”
Yoongi laughed, and looked to his side Love was also smiling, staring upward. he also liked his face from the side.
“Stop staring at me it’s weird”
"You just said you were staring at my ass"
Love laughed, and sat up. “Hey, are you gonna go to sleep right away?”
Yoongi thought about it, he was a bit tired but he didn’t want to go to sleep just yet.
“Hm not really why?”
“I thought maybe we could take a bath together” Love said looking back at him “I mean only if you want to of course” He shrugged.
Yoongi sat up too, and leaned into Love so he could give him a quick peck.
“sure”
The bath was surprisingly big and there were a few scented candles around, they didn’t light them though.
“Don’t you think this place is way too expensive for a hook up?” Yoongi said eyeing the bathroom which was nice, really nice not what he expected from a motel with flickering neon lights.
“We’re rich it doesn’t matter” Love answered as he poured a bottle of soup into the water, Yoongi didn’t question it, bubbles would be cool. Love started splashing the water to create bubbles.
“You should’ve done that when the tub was filling up” he said but still help splashing around.
After bickering over the right the way to create bubbles they gave up.
“I was wondering” love asked “what’s your backstory?”
“For like my idol person?” Yoongi answered laying back and closing his eyes.
“Yes”
“Well” he thought, backstory, what was he again? and idol? oh right, rapper turned idol turned record label owner. “well, I got into music because there was this old piano in my house and my grandpa used to always play it, one day my grandpa couldn’t play anymore, oh not cause he died or anything, but you know, old age shitty hand pains, ok whatever, the house started to feel way to silent, I didn’t like it, so I learned to play the piano, then as I grew I started to get into rap and hip hop and you know writing songs just came to me. I wanted to make music as a living but my parents were really opposed to the idea, said they wouldn’t support me at all if I did that as a living” Yoongi opened his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows. Wait. That wasn’t sugars backstory. That was his.
“And then?” Love wasn’t looking at him, he also had his head back and eyes closed.
“Uh, I um, well Oh! I auditioned for an idol company, thought if I was an idol I could win good money and I guess rub it in my parents face…? Well whatever, since my rapping skills were, are amazing I got in, and debuted really soon being super super successful and since I’m so successful i decided to make my own record label, cause it’s cool”
“Yeah really cool” Love answered opening his eyes and looking at him with a smile and hooded eyes.
Love, love, love .
“And you? what's your backstory?”
“Oh well y'know, since I’m so pretty I got street casted and since I’m so talented I nailed my first audition and since then I just became a household name” He shrugged
Yoongi stared and splashed some water at Loves face.
“What's your problem?!” he said and splashed back.
They splashed for a while until they were too busy laughing to keep trying to drown each other.
“It’s just I made up a heartfelt story and you just say that” Yoongi said catching his breath from laughing
“Sometimes things happen just cause, not everything needs complicated explanations” He said with a light smile.
“I guess I can agree with that” Yoongi pouted “But I like it when stories have a meaning”
“Hey! aren’t we pretending this is real life” Love splashed a little bit of water “Not everything has a damn meaning, things are more fun when they’re spontaneous, when you just do them cause it’s fun” and then splashed a little bit more water.
“Okay fine, just stop” Yoongi giggled. Love smiled at him. “Let's get out of here, we’re starting to get wrinkly and gross”
“You’re starting to get wrinkly and gross”
Yoongi rolled his eyes.
Around 4 am they were finally in bed after looking around the room. Love was cracking really bad dad jokes and Yoongi blames the fact that he was tired for laughing so much. He doesn’t remember falling asleep, he just remembers hearing Loves breathy loud laugh and then dreaming about neon clouds.
He woke up about an hour later, it wasn’t morning yet, the room still pitch back, he doesn’t know why he woke up, but even though he couldn't see anything he could feel Love, chest to back with his arms wrapped around his waist. He snuggled back and closed his eyes, he fell asleep to the sound of Loves breathing and with a smile.
The next time he woke up, he didn’t feel love anymore. He knew it before he opened his eyes, he moved his arm to try and find loves body so he could snuggle against him again but no, there was nothing. Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows and opened one eye first. the room was bright, to bright.
He sat up and rubbed his eyes.
Too bright and too lonely.
Love wasn’t there.
Yoongi sighed, he accepted it, it was a one night stand after all. What did he expect? They didn’t even know each other's name.
He got out of bed and looked for his clothes, while he was putting on his pants he noticed a little piece of paper on the nightstand.
“hey, last night was fun, I haven’t had fun like that in a long long time.
I had to leave early and I didn’t want to wake you up, you had as smile so I didn’t want to ruin a nice dream.
anyway thank you, thank you very much.”
Yoongi laughed, it was signed Love, Love.
“You could’ve at least signed with your real name” Yoongi said out loud “or written your phone number”
He kept staring at the letter. get a grip it’s just a note not a letter he thought to himself.
Yoongi bit his lip and crumbled the paper, throwing it to the side. He was upset, he really thought he had some sort of connection with the guy, by the end of the night he wouldn’t only follow him to the end of the world for his looks, even if the only thing he heard was that windshield laughter he would follow it no questions asked.
But well it’s not like he was in love, it was just one night with a stranger who pretended to be someone else. Just a fake but fun, meaningless night.
He finished getting dressed and right when he was about to leave the room, he hesitated.
He groaned and turned around.
Yoongi couldn’t help it, he couldn’t leave the stupid note here, it was the only thing that served as a reminder of the stranger from last night, a reminder of Love, even if it was written messily. It was proof.
Proof that, for one night, he was deeply in love.
While he was waiting to take a cab, which was taking way to long. He laughed at himself.
He was still thinking about Love.
c’mon Yoongi, he didn’t even pretend to be in love with you, really why are you upset ?
Why was he upset?
just don’t think about it
not everything needs to have a meaning right?
Sugar, sugar, sugar.
Love, love, love.