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Taeyong set down his empty shot of vodka on the bar counter and tilted his head back, brushing his hand through his unruly hair. He let out a sigh as he recounted the events of the day; it had been a long day, one that left him with his thoughts as he tried to get his mind off the stress in his life.
His friends had to physically drag him out of his studio to the club after seeing the sad state of their friend, rolled up pieces of paper on the floor and Taeyong fully covered in his hoodie that had clearly been worn for more than one day, with the boy squinting at the screen trying to make sense of his work. And so he had freshened up, changed his outfit, and ended up in this hidden nightclub in the streets of Seoul, drinking his thoughts away.
He let out a scoff at his friends who had ditched him after a few minutes, Jaehyun going off into the crowd to dance with Jungwoo, and Johnny encountering a girl that clearly wanted to do more than just talk. Taeyong stared boringly into the crowd, bass-boosted music blasting in his ears as he absorbed himself into the environment. He was so out of it that he failed to notice the seat next to him being taken, coming to his senses as he heard a “Bored?”
He whipped his head to the side to see a boy his age dressed in all black, his silver accessories standing out against his clothes, gazing back at him lazily while swirling around a glass of alcohol in his hand. Damn, he’s hot, was the first thought that crossed his mind. Taeyong nodded over to where his two friends were all over each other on the dance floor, noticing that Johnny was nowhere to be seen.
“My friends seem to have better ways to spend their time than with a miserable loser like me.”
The newcomer smirked as he followed Taeyong’s gaze. “Must’ve dragged you here, huh? I come here often and I’ve never seen you before.” The black-haired boy held out a hand, adorned with several silver rings.
“Kim Doyoung.”
Taeyong tilted his head, searching the other’s eyes for any bad intentions and only finding sincerity. He took the other’s hand as he replied,
“Lee Taeyong.”
The older couldn’t deny the spark that made his heartbeat skip as their hands came in contact, surprised at the attraction he hadn’t felt with anyone in a long time. Eyes never breaking contact, Taeyong made an action to let go of Doyoung’s hand but the younger tightened his grip, jumping up and pulling the other off the barstool. Doyoung leaned closer to Taeyong, his low tone stirring up feelings inside of the other as he reached over,
“Why don’t we go have some fun, too?”
Before Taeyong could process his words, he was being dragged off into the crowd, hazy smoke wrapping around the multitude of swaying bodies on the dance floor. Doyoung stood behind Taeyong and expertly placed his hands on either side of Taeyong’s waist, pulling him closer until their bodies lined up, making the older gasp at the sudden contact.
They started moving together and soon Taeyong felt himself getting lost in the music and the feeling of Doyoung against him. He hadn’t felt so free and relaxed in so long, the unfamiliar feelings catching up to him and instantly pleasuring his senses.
“Is this better?”, Doyoung murmured against his ear as he rested his chin on the other boy’s shoulder, grinding against him. Taeyong let out a small moan in response and turned around in the embrace, unable to handle the tension any more.
“D-Doyoung-ah…” Taeyong’s lustful gaze encouraged Doyoung to lean down and press his lips against the older’s, both sighing at the contact. Their lips moved against each other like a dance, exploring each other’s mouth as it grew deeper. Taeyong pushed them out of the crowd and into an empty room, closing the door and never once breaking contact.
“So..good..” Doyoung broke away to start kissing along Taeyong’s neck, the older angling his neck for better access as the alcohol mixed with Doyoung’s swift touches brought him to a high state of pleasure. Taeyong’s hands roamed along the younger’s back, making its way to the bottom where his silky shirt met the leather belt and he tugged, releasing the material from its hold.
He could feel the younger suck in a breath as Taeyong slipped his hands under the other’s shirt and made contact with his bare abs, tracing along the lines of his chest. “Taeyong…”, he looked at the older for permission before unbuttoning Taeyong’s shirt, throwing it to the floor as he admired the other’s tattoos up to the choker on his neck. “So sexy..”, he murmured as he used the choker to tug Taeyong back to his lips, running his hands over the older’s chest.
Although having met for the first time, both boys found undeniable attraction to each other. They showed the extent of this attraction as they spent the night together, pleasuring each other and exploring the new territory they had found, through both words and actions. A while later, when both boys lay next to each other against the wall, utterly spent, Doyoung looked over at Taeyong and stood up, pulling on his clothes.
“Leaving already?” Doyoung smirked, “Why? Do you want me to stay?”
Taeyong looked away as he put on his own clothes, embarrassed, but nodded.
“I want to get to know you better, Doyoung-ah, I know this is a lot to ask so soon but I haven’t felt anything with someone like I felt tonight.”
Doyoung smiled and took out a piece of paper and a pen, writing something and then pressing a small paper into the older’s hand.
“I’ll see you around then, hyung.”, Doyoung whispered into his ear, and then with a soft kiss to his cheek, disappeared out the door into the shadows of the club before Taeyong could even respond. Stunned by what had happened, Taeyong let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and unraveled the paper in his hand. It contained a phone number with a short message underneath,
Call me whenever you want, hyung. I’d like to get to know you too. <3 -DY