☫ club

@☫jung hoseok Friday night vibes suddenly washed over Jin. Work has been on his for the past two weeks, plus uneeded baggage from the ty targets he would get assigned to. ty targets meant more research and more stalking playing a hand in his daily workload. It was a relief once to finally realize; ', after work, I don't have to drag my through the cold to find that guy. He's dead!' Maybe a bit of a morbid thought but it was enough to fuel the older male. He could properly relax and let loose without a care. Perhaps even enjoy himself and indulge on his prey. A few hours after work ended, he ended up at the club, chugging down simple drinks that weren't enough to get him drunk. The burning sensation he felt when the liquid slid down his throat; he missed that. The thumping of his heart managed to match the beat of the music, hanging around with girls and males around the bar, having contests and going all out. Sure, he was gonna regret this but when was the next time he'd be able to do this? Self pleasure was a necessity.

By now, he was slightly buzzed, resisting the urge to get the heaviest drink to get immediately smashed. He stuck to the fruity drinks, bathing in the lack of alcohol from it. Downing the fruity substance, he figured he got himself loose enough to join in the dance floor. As fun as being in the middle was, he wasn't in the mood to get all too crazy. Seokjin stayed near the outer part, occasionally grinding on anyone who invited him over. His own fingers digging into their hips as he gripped onto them, swaying his body along, indulging in the small sparks of pleasure he would then feel. Laughter escaped his mouth, losing himself completely but .

Jung Hoseok really brought him back.

Unfortunately.

His eyes narrowed at the given sight, debating whether or not if he should just ruin his night after he was flipped off. But was he in the mood to do that? He'd crave the expression and parties were the best, but considering that it was rare for him to be there, he managed to stop himself in time. He raised his hand and lifted his middle finger right back at the younger male, his tongue stuck out for a brief moment. A loud, happy cry fell from his lips, throwing his head back as he cheered. He was going to leave the other be but felt a death grip on his arm and drag him away through the sweaty bodies. Weaving his way through, his other arm up in defense, following after Hoseok. Seokjin eyed the male oddly, with a dazed look as they were back at the bar. Surprisingly, it seemed much more clear in this area than while he was there moments before.

"Cheers. " Jin replied, accepting the Patrón from the other. Staring at the liquid, he managed to get a whiff of the scent already before bringing it up to his lips, tipping it over, drinking it greedily. The burning sensation was much for stronger, even as he gulped. Closing his eyes tightly, he set the shot glass down, "." he rasped out, his lips as he felt the remnants of his drink coating his pink lips.

@◬kim seokjin Friday night, bottles poppin', the boom of music forcing hips to sway, not the mention bouncing bodies all over the club floor. That's the perfect Friday night for Hoseok, and maybe it's only because he can look forward to his lovely hungover Saturday night where he lived in a blanket fort and binged his favorite series all day. Yeah... Hoseok has become a bit of a slug, especially in the romance department because his girl had plans to crush his heart down tonight. Considering how easily his mood could fluctuate, sudden heartbreak will never be taken well. For now, he's dancing around the crowd, slender fingers whipping in slaps on random girls when they danced on him. There's something about the infectious atmosphere that had Hoseok nearly sparkling, who could bring him down at this rate? Kim Seokjin could and he did.

One glance and Hoseok froze, his gaze freezing on the man before narrowing into a glare. Muscles relaxed as his jumping came to a halt, tensing once more in a much stiffer stance. Seokjin always ruined his fun! Well... He did a few times and then Hoseok associated the negative feelings on his own, but whatever, Seokjin could his-- Lifting a middle finger straight at the other, a satisfied smirk perks at the corner of the hitman's lips. Yeah, that'll show that loser, ha. Wait, what if he comes over to stir up more trouble? No, no, no, Hoseok will go meet him head-on and beat that er. Squishing through the crowd, the shorter individual couldn't be too rude, so he gripped at Seokjin's arm, dragging him between bumping bodies with an iron grip so he wouldn't lose him on their way towards the bar. It's only tradition that he buy Seokjin a few shots while they're together, though Hoseok was already past tipsy for the night. In fact, his girlfriend was scanning the area for him, rolling her eyes as she obviously had another man on her tail, the guy she would coin Hoseok out for.

"Cheers." Is the first word which flows out of Hoseok's mouth, a cheery grin when he holds out a shot of Patrón towards the other. Tequila was his favorite, so you know he threw his head back with a tasteful hiss the second that burn his his throat.

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