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Yoongi adjusts his tie, trying to get a look at himself through the mirrors behind the glass shelves. The different bottles of alcohol make it a little difficult but somehow he manages. The bartender, dressed in simple black pants and a white shirt with a silver nameplate that reads Kim Taehyung, gives him a bright smile.
“Waiting for a date?” he guesses, watching Yoongi over his shoulder as he delivers drinks to the couple sitting a few barstools away from him. The boy thanks the bartender with a dazzling smile that shows his front teeth and reminds Yoongi of a bunny. He turns back to his date and Yoongi frowns. He recognizes the face but can’t put a name to it.
“That’s Kim Seokjin’s newest model, Jeongguk” Taehyung offers and suddenly Yoongi remembers. He interviewed the boy a few weeks ago when it was first announced that he would be the face of Seokjin’s summer collection. Back then, Yoongi hadn’t been nervous at all. It was his job, running around Seoul and trying to fit interviews with busy people into his already tight schedule.
Which is why he’s stitting here, at the bar of a some high class hotel, waiting for Jung Hoseok’s ballet prodigy, the rising star in the dance business.
“If you hadn’t ordered that drink yourself, I would begin to doubt that you’re mute”, the bartender says lightly, smile tugging at his lips and Yoongi has to return it before he shakes his head, mint green bangs falling back to place.
“Unfortunately I’m working. I am still waiting for someone, but it’s not going to be as fun as a date would”, he finally replies, picking up his ballpoint pen and spinning it in his free hand, wondering why he’s this nervous. It’s just another young celebrity, he’s interviewed dozens of those.
Taehyung nods absentmindedly, eyes floating past Yoongi to someone behind him. Yoongi can’t be bothered to pay any mind to it. His back is towards the entrance so there’s a lot of people behind him. Chances are the bartender knows a few of them. He drums his fingers against his glass.
Someone slides into the stool next to him and slowly Yoongi turns to look at whoever dared to insult his privacy in such way. The stranger has bright orange hair and he’s smiling with his cheeks all puffed up and his eyes turned into little crescents.
“Park Jimin”, he says in a somewhat high but cute voice, holding out a hand decorated with different silver rings to match the piercings on his ears. It takes Yoongi a moment to gather himself before he takes Jimin’s hand and shakes it, tracing the features on the boy’s face with his gaze. He’s young, a few years younger than Yoongi, and has dark brown eyes lined thinly with black kohl. His hand is smaller than Yoongi’s but his t-shirt reveals biceps that probably make him twice as strong as Yoongi.
“Min Yoongi. Glad you’re letting me have this interview. Would you like something to drink?” Yoongi manages and Jimin bites his lip, tilting his head cutely when, as if on cue, Taehyung starts telling him about drinks he recommends.
Some time later, Jimin is practically in Yoongi’s lap with how close he’s leaning, his hand on Yoongi’s thigh for support. There are a few notes on Yoongi’s notebook but he discarded those pretty quickly in favor of just talking to the gorgeous dancer in front of him. Instead of finding out why or when Jimin got interested in dance, he now knows that Jimin has a little brother called Jihyun and that he’s from Busan, just like Kim Seokjin’s newest model. Instead of asking when Jimin decided he wanted to make dance his career, the words somehow turn into shitty pick up lines and Jimin bursts into giggles, wiping away tears as Yoongi pretends to look offended.
“Do you want to continue this in my room? I think it might be more appropriate…”, Jimin’s voice trails off as his tongue sneaks out to wet his lips but Yoongi hesitates. Somewhere between the drinks and Jimin’s fingers slowly massaging his thigh, moving higher and higher, there was the line of professionalism he probably wasn’t allowed to cross.
Jimin looks at him with doe eyes and blinks slowly, like a cat, and somehow the denying words on Yoongi’s lips stumble and turn into a yes, let’s go.Taehyung hides a smile as he watches the two walk towards the elevators, Yoongi’s arm finding its way around Jimin’s waist like it’s the most natural thing ever, and Jimin laughs softly.
As soon as the doors open, Yoongi gestures Jimin to go first. He follows right behind, raising an eyebrow as his hand hovers over the buttons.
“Fifth floor”, Jimin says and Yoongi nods, letting the doors close before he turns to face Jimin. Jimin steps closer and grabs him by his shirt, experimentally nipping at his lip until Yoongi tilts his head slightly to the side, kissing Jimin. His lips are soft and he tastes like alcohol and something sweet, and a soft moan slips from Jimin’s lips.
The elevator reaches their floor and with a ding, the doors open. Yoongi is quick to pull away from Jimin but the dancer is still holding onto him, giggling when Yoongi glares at him. The hallway is completely empty but Yoongi didn’t want to risk getting caught kissing Park Jimin in a hotel elevator. He could practically smell the scandal.
”Stop being so tense… Although, of the two of us, I would be more flexible. Hoseok-hyung has had me in some interesting positions. During dance practice, of course”, Jimin says, finally letting go of Yoongi’s shirt only to lace his fingers with Yoongi’s, pulling him to the door that says 538, the same number as the key in his hand.
The door opens to a luxurious, big hotel room but Yoongi’s attention is immediately drawn to the king sized bed by the opposite wall. He lets Jimin close and lock the door before he pins him against the door, fingers tangled in his hair and other hand gripping at his waist. Jimin arches his back as Yoongi bites at his neck, teeth scraping gently over sensitive skin.
”Have you had time to test how comfortable the bed is?” Yoongi asks, kissing up Jimin’s jawline.
”No but maybe it’s time for that”, Jimin replies, breath coming out in pretty little gasps as Yoongi’s hand travels down to his crotch, ”and I did promise you an exclusive interview. You’ll need all the details you can get.”
There’s a lazy smirk on Jimin’s face.
”Not all of them have to make the paper.”