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The King is not just a club, it’s The club.
You can hear people talking about the King in the subway, in the most luxurious restaurant, literally everywhere, because every citizen knows what the King is.
In the city of Seoul, the King represented the youth night that never sleeps. It’s the biggest disco in the city, built in a structure on five floors made of steel and glass, counting around a hundred people working inside the building.
Every single night, it doesn’t matter if it’s friday or monday, every night there’s at least a two hours long queue to enter the club, made of people sitting on the pavement on the edge of the street, chatting, smoking, dancing to the muffled music that comes from inside.
There’s a saying that goes ‘you’re lucky if you make into it before midnight, you’re a genius if you enter before ten but you’re a god if you leave past six’. Saying that what happens inside the King stays inside the King would be unnecessary, because everyone is your best friend when you’re inside, but when the lights go on and the night ends, what is left of the King is just memories and ashes.
[00:23]
When the group of friends steps inside the glass world and the black heavy curtain falls close behind them, believing in paradise after death didn’t seem so wrong anymore.
The ocean of lights and smells that overwhelms their senses causes the shorter boy to tremble on his leg as his head starts spinning around, carefully held by his taller friend from behind.
“Don’t tell me you can’t handle a little of fun, Jimin hyung”
Jungkook smirks and walks past the two boys leaned over the dirty wall of the hallway, walking ahead like he’s already familiar with the place, despite this is the first time they’ve been there. Jimin glances at Taehyung behind him holding his back and nods in reassure before straightening himself and following Jungkook behind.
Probably the mugginess of the colored sharp gases that filled the narrow corridor caused Jimin’s body to react like that, but with his best friend behind and Jungkook constantly teasing him, he’s sure he’ll get used to all this in a matter of minutes.
Despite the fact his friends are already jokingly fighting against each other, Taehyung can’t help but worry about his best friend, since he’s been starving as the final auditions for the ballet school are coming and Jimin is practicing like a fool without any break. It was his idea, Taehyung’s idea, to bring Jimin there tonight at least to distract him a little bit, hoping to find a willing girl, ready to spread her legs and making him feel more confident with his body again.
“Come on, Tae, you’re bloody slow”
Taehyung hears Jungkook yell from the end of the hallway, Jimin all tangled around him in attempt to crush his ribs but looking more like he’s hugging the younger instead, and Taehyung smiles at the usual scene before reaching them and walk inside the dance floor.
[02:45]
“You’re the weakest honestly, hyung”
“Shut up Kookie, I’ve read her intentions clearly”
“She wanted a bite of your juicy ass”
Jimin lets the comment pass as his eyes scan intensely the crowd on the dance floor, meeting the girl’s ones who was dry humping him before he made his way outside the flock and sat down at the table with the younger.
“No, she just wanted my wallet”
“I could die happily if it was in that way”
His eyes are still on the group of people dancing, burning in hatred while Jungkook smirks at him, before glancing over to see a bouncing Taehyung making his way to the table with the cocktails in his hands.
“Don’t ask me how I managed to carry three drinks without spilling any in this crowded hell but I did, so enjoy these and cheers, motherfuckers”
“You’re the best TaeTae”
Jimin blows a kiss and Jungkook almost wants to throw up at the honey scene in front of his eyes, but instead he opts for grabbing his drink and holding it high above their heads, the two lovebirds mimicking him right after, cheering at the night out with friends.
[03:00]
Sitting there while drinking alcohol doesn’t seem the idea of ‘fun’ Jungkook had in his mind this morning, so a little grin creeps on his lips when he comes up with something to warm the situation up a bit, and Taehyung seems to catch the glimpse in his eyes when he speaks before the younger.
“Spill it out, Kook”
“Okay, guys, here’s the thing: wanna play a game?”
Jimin is the first at pulling back, cocking his eyebrow as he crosses his arms, and Jungkook rolls his eyes at his attitude, but decides to ignore it anyway.
“Truth or dare?”
This time is Taehyung speaking, and Jimin glares at him with a betrayed look, but the youngest of the group has already perked up his ears in curiosity.
“I don’t think this is the right place where to play a game like this, Tae”
Jimin speaks between clenched teeth and Taehyung smiles at him innocently, but again Jungkook interrupts.
“You don’t know how to have fun, Jimin hyung, come on”
There’s nothing left for Jimin but to snort at them and accept the challenge, but before doing that he needs at least another pair of drinks.
As his friends discuss more seriously about the game, Jimin just wanders around with his gaze, inspecting the crowded club, until the slap of Jungkook’s hand on the table calls him back to them.
“Ok, Jimin hyung, let’s start, truth or dare?”
“Wait, why am I the first doing this? Shouldn’t we-“
“Since you were distracted, ChimChim, we decided on our own, so don’t complain anymore”
Jimin sighs but he knows there’s nothing left he can do, so he just stays in silence, until Jungkook asks him again.
“Dare for sure, I would never tell Jungkookie the truth he wants to hear”
The younger smirks, because if Jimin has thought choosing dare was the right thing to do, he was going to regret it soon enough. After briefly discussing with Taehyung on what to do, Jungkook turns again to the shorter friend with a wicked grin on his face.
“I hope you’re drunk enough hyung, because you’re going to dance with Jung Hoseok for us, tonight”
“With who?”
“Oh, you know, just the hottest and most famous guy in our college, nothing you can’t have, though”
Jungkook mokes him smugly, and Jimin’s eyes go wide as he realizes what he has to do, clearly still not drunk enough.
But the way Jungkook talks and laughs of him, even though he can sense the slightly jealousy in the punishment, has the boy grinning to himself before standing up and walking to the dance floor, where Jungkook has told him Hoseok was now dancing surrounded by a group of hot chicks rubbing their half-naked bodies on him.
The two friends can just watch in silence, trying to follow Jimin approaching the older boy in the crowd with their eyes, enjoying the imminent failure of their friend.
[03:11]
It’s not difficult for him to notice where the popular boy is dancing, since walking becomes almost impossible as the crowd of people intensifies step by step.
Anyway, Jimin manages to get the closer he can, propping on his toes to see a black haired boy laughing, his head thrown back on one of the girls’ breasts, eyes closed and arms clasped around another girl.
It’s not the first time Jimin has seen him, he’s pretty popular in college like Jungkook said, but he’s never seen him at a party. His clothes, for what Jimin can see, are casual but at the same time elegant, and Jimin thinks they fit his personality, because Jung Hoseok is the easier person to talk with, but also out of anyone’s reach.
That doesn’t stop Jimin to win his challenge against his friends, especially Jungkook that always teases him for being a pussy. That’s how Jimin grabs the first girl on his reach to push her flush against him and starts waving his body along the music, the girl almost immediately letting herself go on him, following his moves. By doing that, more and more girls come close to him, unintentionally pushing him forward Hoseok, who was dancing in the middle.
When they’re basically back to back, Jimin spins around so he’s now dancing with Hoseok, and the other boy noticing that turns around, too. Jimin gives him a cocky smile, biting on his lip, before leaning and whispering in his ear.
“I’m playing a dare on you with my friends”
Jimin tilts his head toward the table where he was sitting, and Hoseok looks over, before turning his eyes on the shorter again, giving him an interested smirk.
“And what’s the challenge?”
The deep voice coming out from that angelic face makes Jimin shudder, before leaning again to speak in his ear over the music.
“I have to dance with the hottest guy on the dance floor”
When Jimin steps back, he’s not surprised to see Hoseok grinning down at him, Jimin has always been good at hooking up so it’s not a big deal to have someone like Hoseok in the palm of his hand in a matter of minutes. What he doesn’t know yet is that Hoseok can play that game well, too, and before Jimin can speak again it’s his time to speak.
“Well, better give them a good show, don’t you think?”
He turns his head again to the direction of the table, and Jimin can just admire his sharpened side profile, before he turns back to him smiling, stepping forward the younger.
It starts awkwardly, but Jimin is immediately getting accustomed to the other’s moves, letting Hoseok taking the lead to see what he has in mind.
Jimin is a dancer, but he has to admit Hoseok knows how to move as well, he’s probably either a dancer too, or an innate talent. He’s also very charming, he knows where to put his hands and how to move his body in order to obtain the best from the least.
So he puts his hands on Jimin’s hips and drag him closer, the younger suddenly feeling like laughing and covering his face with his hand. Hoseok thinks it’s cute, that’s what he whispers in Jimin’s ear, and the latter can’t help but laugh out, embarrassment and alcohol overwhelming his body.
The boy is so close, Jimin can smell his cologne, and he’s staring at him nonstop, with a predatory look that intimidates him a little, and so Jimin laughs more, because that’s the only thing his body is able to do right now.
Hoseok tangles their legs together, pulling Jimin even closer, one hand moving up to rest behind his neck, trapping the younger in a tangle of limbs where he has no way out, because the more he pushes away, the more he’s captured in, but he doesn’t want to leave.
Instead, he plays along, yanking his fingers into the older’s belt, and when Hoseok glances down, Jimin suddenly pushes their hips together against each other, earning a muffled curse by the older boy when their crotches collide and create a delicious friction.
Hoseok licks his lips as he cocks an eyebrow as saying, is this the game you want to play?, but Jimin’s darken look tells him all.
The way his hands still rest there on his belt, his fingers following the contour of the leather, his eyes fixed down there as Hoseok is now looking at him again makes the older want to continue this game, so he slides a thigh between the younger’s, who immediately lifts his eyes up on Hoseok.
“Are you gay?”
He asks and Jimin stands there, in silence, like he’s thinking about the question Hoseok has just asked him, but he already knows the answer.
“No”
“Good, me neither”
And Hoseok smacks their lips together in a furious kiss that Jimin doesn’t waste time before returning it with the same passion.
The kiss is rough but measured at the same time, thanks to past experience, Hoseok already aiming forward something bolder, sucking on Jimin’s bottom lip and massaging the younger’s jaw as his thumb pushes gently on his chin as asking for access, until Jimin gives in and pushes his tongue into Hoseok’s mouth, running the wet muscle against the teeth and the roof of the mouth, before Hoseok can take over him and slide his tongue inside his mouth this time.
Jimin feels the ache on his jaw due to the strong grip, but he’s too busy letting Hoseok suck the air out of his lungs to complain, so he just lets the older boy do until Hoseok pulls out in need for air, and starts pressing kisses on Jimin’s swollen lips, his hands around the younger’s neck to hold him closer.
Jimin licks the irritated skin around Hoseok’s lips, sometimes pushing his tongue in again but then pulling it back right after , making Hoseok flustered because of the teasing.
The younger grins against Hoseok’s lips before resting his head against Hoseok’s shoulder while the older is brushing his thigh so close to Jimin’s crotch that the younger has to control his breath as his mind goes blurry at the sensation.
Hoseok tilts his head when Jimin licks up his neck to his jaw, the stinging feeling of growing beard against his tongue, and lets the younger sneak a hand into his hair, pulling at them a bit roughly, but sure Hoseok doesn’t mind it, on the contrary maybe.
Then Jimin reaches his ear and bites down softly on the lobe, another curse escaping Hoseok’s lips, before placing a wet kiss on it.
At this point, Jimin can just feel Hoseok’s body responding his touches, the people and the music already forgotten, when suddenly he’s tugged away brutally by his arm, opening his eyes to see Hoseok confused as much as him, before turning and seeing Jungkook in the middle of the dance floor, dragging him away.
“What the fuck, Jeon Jungkook?”
“You’ve gone too far, hyung”
Jungkook speaks without turning back to face Jimin, and the older rolls his eyes annoyed at his attitude, tugging his arm away from the younger’s grip.
“Weren’t you the one who told me to have fun? I won the challenge, Kookie”
“You weren’t playing anymore, hyung”
“Get lost, idiot”
Jimin turns back to come back to Hoseok, but he’s already gone, so he just walks back to Taehyung, who’s still sitting there alone at the table.
“How did it go?”
Jimin shrugs and sits down next to him, finishing all the drinks left on the table. A couple of minutes later, Jungkook arrives at the table too, a piece of paper in his hands, and after glaring at him to death, Jimin looks at him with a questioning look.
“What do you have there?”
“Oh you know, just Jung Hoseok’s number”
The way Taehyung and Jungkook laugh when Jimin’s eyes almost go out of his head makes Jimin understand that something is wrong.
“It was Jungkook’s challenge while you were away, I told him to do it”
Jimin stutters but he doesn’t really know what to say, while Jungkook is grinning at him, holding the paper in his fingers.
“Do you want it, hyung? Then, you’ve got to deserve it”.