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sofeyhh · 7 years ago

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Six Blind Dates

Protagonist: Min Yoongi Main Pairing: Yoonmin Ships: Yoonseok, Namjin, Namgi, Taegi, Yoonjin, Yoonkook Genre: Comedy, fluff, mild smut, semi angst

Summary: Min Yoongi has been a hermit during his first year in college; mostly keeping to himself, burying his head in his studies and holing up in the school’s radio station. Now that he’s entering his second year, his brother has been riling him up to get experimental, since it is college. So he joins a dating website, for men, and waits for his 6 blind dates.

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Part 8 / ?

They cross the parking lot to where Namjoon was perched on the hood of his 7-year-old grey Honda. The car was his father’s, passed down to him when he was 17, and soon to be traded for the 2017 BMW i3, an electric car that runs on battery. Namjoon was an environmental enthusiast and having to drive a car that uses up fuel, drove him insane. He’s been saving since the start of his college days for his dream car and as his saving jar gets fuller, he wouldn’t stop rambling to Yoongi and Hoseok about all its advantages. He even tried to rope in the boys into getting one. Not that Yoongi had enough to even buy a 2nd hand car.

“What?” Namjoon exaggerates a gasp with a hand covering his open mouth. “Is Min Yoongi wearing something other than black shirts, black pants and black hoodies?!” His deep voice echoes in the empty lot.

“A rare miracle for our Grim Reaper isn’t it?” Hoseok commented with a chuckle, teasing Yoongi further.

Yoongi was dressed in one of Hoseok’s colourful button up shirt - unbuttoned at the top to expose his milky chest because “it would get him more booty”. His friend had firmly forbidden him from putting on any of his black shirts. At the very least he was allowed his ripped black skinnies and comfy blacks boots. Yoongi rolls his eyes at his friends. “I’ve worn other colours too, you know.”

Namjoon holds the passenger door open for Yoongi and does an elaborate formal bow as Hoseok jumps into the back seat. “Right,” he scoffs while Yoongi got in. “The brightest I’ve seen you in is a grey. And that is not considered a colour.”

Maybe his friends were right, and he was the embodiment of everything black. There was not a speck of bright colour in his closet as compared to Hoseok’s loud apparels. But there was nothing wrong about that, he convinced himself. He loves the colour black and he feels comfortable in them. But the number of times he’s been mistaken for “Grunge” or “Emo” exceeded the number of fingers and toes he has - on both sides. From the passenger seat, Yoongi sees Namjoon jogging to the driver seat.

“Since when is grey not a colour?” he turns around and asks Hoseok, faking a concerned look. The door clicks shut and Yoogi swivels back to face Namjoon. “Hey, why you gotta exclude grey from the spectrum of colours like that? You’re being a…a colourcist.”

“A what?!” Namjoon barked out a laugh.“A colourcist! Grey deserves better!”

“Namjoon’s being a colourcist!” Hoseok sang out loud right into Namjoon’s ears.

Annoying Namjoon with ridiculous made-up words was practically a hobby for the two boys now. They loved to see how he would react, and most of the time, he would frantically explode about how wrong of a word it was even though he knows they were just joking around. He just can’t help it.

As Yoongi and Hoseok continuously fight for the rights of Grey and its importance in the wheel of colours, Namjoon starts the car and drives off while swatting away Hoseok’s poky fingers. “Oh my fucking shnitzel, you need to sit your horse ass down so I can start driving properly.”

Hoseok surrendered and sat back down but now fumbles around with the car’s radio. “Fuck, this car is so old. It doesn’t have Bluetooth,” he muttered, struggling to connect his phone. After endless whining and groaning and Namjoon shushing and grumbling, they finally settled for the basic radio station. Childish Gambino’s Redbone plays through its chorus and they all hum along.

“Alright gays,” Hoseok perks up. “Today’s destination shall be-”

“Don’t call us that please-”

“Drumroll, if you will!” Hoseok insisted, ignoring Yoongi’s plea. The older boy complies and drums a beat on the dashboard. “Club Deviant!”

“That sounds-”

“Gay? Well, that’s because it’s a gay club,” Hoseok grins and giggles.

“As expected,” Namjoon sighs, taking a right turn.

They pass the trickle of students that littered the school streets. It was a Friday night and by this time, most of the students are either asleep in their dorms or out and about in the main town. The second they enter the town, they were bound to see groups of kids filling up the streets, the bars and the restaurants.

Yoongi started to squirm in his seat, fumbling with the seatbelt and his jacket at the thought of Club Deviant. It has been established that he was not fond of people, so a club is the last place he wants to be. Moreover, he hasn’t been to one - both in Korea and in America - let alone a gay club. He didn’t know what to expect. And to put the icing on the cake, Hoseok was expecting him to hook up with someone.

“So Namjoon,” Yoongi said, nudging Namjoon’s hand lightly. “You’re uh…on a lookout for a one night stand too? I mean, I see Hoseok doing it but you? Surprising actually.”

“Yoongs,” Namjoon answered with perked eyebrows. “I am a man too, you know. As classy as I may look on the outside, I need me some dick to accompany me in bed once in awhile.”

“Classy in the streets, freaky in the sheets,” Hoseok casually comments, nodding with a pointed finger.

Yoongi hums and turns his face away from the boys as he tries to hide his blushing cheeks. “Freaky in the sheets”. Would he consider himself as one? Yoongi wonders back to the intimate times he’s had with his past girlfriends. The time he lost his virginity was on the rooftop of his school. They had sneaked out of morning assembly and climbed the small ladder up to the open roof. There were abandoned school furniture piled in a corner and he had done it with the girl on a dusty broken desk. Was that freaky? No, Yoongi doubted it was. The rest of the times that he had sex were in bedrooms, nothing special about that. No handcuffs, no ice, no spanking.

Then, his mind wanders to Hoseok’s words on how sex was always mind-blowing for him when he’s with another man. It made him fantasise on how he would be if he were to engage in one. Would he bottom? Yoongi starts to fidget around as he envisions himself naked on the bed, legs sprawled open with another man pounding into him.

“UhH NAMjooon!” he yelled out, trying to lead his mind elsewhere from the lewd images. His sudden outburst caused the two other boys to have a mini heart attack, and soon, a rain of curses and punches were directed to him.

“Yah! What the fuck man! I’m driving,” Namjoon growled with a frown. His grip on the steering was so tight, it turned his knuckles white. “You’re worst than Hobs.”

“Sorry,” Yoongi apologised sheepishly, clearing his throat. “I just…I just thought of something and I got too excited.”

Seconds of silence passed before Namjoon spoke up. “So?” he asks exasperatedly. “What is this thing that got you so excited? You at least owe me an explanation after making me swerve on the road.”

“Right uh…” Yoongi trails as he looks around, wondering what to say as an excuse for his outburst. “Ah!’ He remembered their conversation back in the radio station. “How’s the singing audition going? You made progress?”

Fortunately, the choice of topic managed to get Namjoon smiling again. Yoongi wouldn’t admit it out front but he much preferred Namjoon’s dimples than his frowns. That boy looked too much like his father when he got angry - it makes Yoongi want to crouch into a corner and whine like his 5-year-old self.

“Sure did,” Namjoon beamed, gladly taking in the bait. “And I’m glad that you asked so I can fill you in. So I’ve organised the day, timing and location for the audition and hired one of my friends from the Art Department to create a flyer.”

“You needed to hire someone to make a flyer?” Hoseok asked the same question that lingered in Yoongi’s mind.

“Well,” Namjoon said briskly with pouty lips. “If you had seen my attempt at designing a flyer then you’d be glad I hired a professional.” For someone who loved fine arts, Namjoon’s art skills were…less than fine. When both Yoongi and Hoseok stifled a laugh, he quickly added in, “Plus, there was nothing wrong in helping a friend earn some money on the side.”

“You’re a generous man Kim Namjoon,” Yoongi teased, choking back on the laugh that was threatening to come out.

“Your words are on the brink of an insult, but I’ll take it anyway,” Namjoon huffs. “Back to business, please. My friend said he’d be done printing about 500 copies by the end of the week and will drop it off at the radio station. So be present Min Yoongi.”

“500 copies?! Jesus, I didn’t know we’re trying to go global with this,” Yoongi croaked in disbelief.

Namjoon explained that printing 500 copies were not even close to what he had originally planned. He wanted more, a copy for every student that attended the university but was ridiculed by his friend. His friend had said, “NamNam, first of all, you’re mental to want to print that much for an environmental enthusiast.” To which Namjoon hastily agreed. Then he said, “Second of all, it’s way too expensive and frankly, my arms are stick-thin. God did not bless it to carry that shit all the way to the radio station. Even if you double my pay.”

“NamNam?”Hoseok pried on the given nickname with a smirk. It was obviously ignored and replaced by the rest of the story.

After much discussion, he and his friend had agreed to print 500 copies - 100 pieces for each department in the university. Before Yoongi and Hoseok could complain about having to visit every department to put up the flyers, Namjoon beat them to the punch. Apparently, his friend had friends from all over the campus that were willing to help him distribute the flyers, free of charge. “They all owe me a favour so, they’ll do it,” his friend claimed with a shrug.

“Yah, he’s more of a social butterfly than you Hobs,” Namjoon stated cheekily. “Once, I overheard 5 different groups of people mentioning him in a day.”T

o Yoongi, Hoseok was the most sociable person he knew. If Namjoon claims that his friend was on another level, then he couldn’t imagine how friendly the person must be.

—

The music playing in the club was so loud that it didn’t sound like real music, just high pitched electronic beats pulsing in his ears and drumming in his bones. Blocks of bodies pushed the trio the second they entered the club, throwing them into the throng of people.

Club Deviant was truly, something else. Strobe lights of every colour danced around the room and highlighted every figure on the dance floor. Glass stairs lead to the second floor where the private rooms were held, partitioned by curtains that barely works as one. Yoongi could clearly see the silhouettes of bodies grinding and thrusting against each other. In the middle of the room, there was a raised platform built like a runway with at least 5 poles. And sticking to those poles were men stripped down to their thongs, flexibly dancing to the rhythm. The glistening sweat accentuated every muscle on their body. Yoongi looks over to the bar to see more shirtless men mixing drinks and serving customers.

“Is this a strip club?! Did you bring us to a strip club Jung Hoseok?!”

His friend bellowed out a laugh while patting his back rather roughly. “Nope. This is their Friday night special. We’re lucky! Cheeky Cherry is working the pole today! Yeah, go Cheeks!” Hoseok yelled out with his hands waving in the air and his ass wiggling around.

Right there and then, Yoongi could see Hoseok working as one of the pole dancers. It wouldn’t even faze him if his friend said he works here on weekend nights. One of the dancers - Yoongi assumed it was Cheeky Cherry because of the two bright red cherries printed on the back of his thongs - waved Hoseok over, urging him to get on stage.

But before he could run off, Namjoon pulls him back by his collar.“Hold up,” he said. “We gotta set some rules.” Of course, Namjoon would be the one to do say it out loud.

“Rules?!” Hoseok whines with wide eyes. “Dude, C'mon, we’re at a fucking club!”

Namjoon shushes the boy up with a knowing glare and a pointed finger shoved up to his face. “Club or no club, we can’t get ourselves in trouble.”

He tugs them to a corner and tried to speak over the music.“Rule number 1, no drinking over your limit. I don’t need any one of us to be dragging the other person’s drunk ass home. Rule number 2, if you’re leaving with someone else, send a text or give a call so at least we know where you’re headed. Rule number 3,” Namjoon produces two packets of condoms. “Please have protected sex guys.”

Hoseok snatches the condom from his fingers. “I know the drill. Have fun guys!” he yells while shooting gun fingers at them.

Yoongi watches the tall boy get sucked into the crowd of sweaty bodies with his hips swaying around and enjoying the multiple hands roaming his chest and ass. He was a natural at it, Yoongi thought with a chuckle. His vision of Hoseok was blurred away and replaced by the shine of the condom’s gold wrapper.

“Don’t forget yours,” Namjoon reminded him with a stern look. He quickly grabs it and hurriedly pockets it away, afraid that if the club-goers here saw him waving around a condom, they’d think he was up for a quickie. Yoongi follows Namjoon to the bar; but not without the occasional butt grabbing and ass slapping.

“The men here do love their butts,” he mutters to himself as he struggled to get out of a blonde man’s grasp.

“What can I get you gentlemen?” the shirtless server greeted them with a toothy smile.

Namjoon ordered a Heineken for the both of them and they sit on the stools, enjoying Hoseok’s performance on stage. He was quite sought-after by the crowd, getting reactions every time he grinds on the pole or lifts his shirt. Even in the club, Hoseok was lovable. Soon enough, Namjoon left Yoongi for a slender young man with bright blue hair and eye makeup that made him look extra mysterious. By his second beer bottle, he lost Hoseok in the sea of people.

“Ah,” Yoongi sighs, leaning on the bar counter. He had been watching people dancing for an hour now and nothing is happening to him. Yoongi swivels around in his seat and slumps over the bottle. “The boys are probably making out with someone right now,” he mutters to himself.

How has not been picked up yet?! Was he not gay enough? Even the dating website hasn’t matched him with anyone in days. Yoongi mulled over his personality and its attraction. Come to think of it, as compared to his friends, he had nothing special about him. Hoseok was bright, bubbly, energetic and the life of the party. Hard not to love that guy. Namjoon was passionate, wise, charming and affectionate towards everyone he meets. Yoongi was obviously lacking…

“You need to smile sugar.”

Yoongi looks up to find one of the shirtless bartender smiling over him. He was shaking a concoction in a cocktail mixer, which showed off his tight bicep muscles. Yoongi takes in the man’s features: His black hair was slicked to the side with strands of it falling over his eyes, his jawline was prominent his, cheekbones were high, he had deep green eyes and lips that were full and luscious. Sexy, he admits. The bartender chuckles at Yoongi’s befuddled expression and proceeds to pour the orange mixture into two glasses.

“I’m going to take a shot in the dark and say that you’re moping over why no one has bought you a drink,” he mused.

Weirdly, his accuracy was about 99.9%. That 0.1% is for the fact that Yoongi wished no one would buy him a drink. His bladder was already threatening to overflow after two bottles.

“There must be so many losers like me huh,” Yoongi mocks himself.

“Losers? Yeah, I see plenty of ‘em during my time here,” Mr Sexy Green Eyes smirks. “But you? Sugar, you definitely don’t look like one. Like I said, all you gotta do is,” he stops and leans close to Yoongi’s face, tilting like he was about to kiss him. “Smile.”

Yoongi’s cheeks reddened with the blush that crept up his neck. Apart from Hoseok’s sexual advances towards him, this was the first time anyone has tried to full on flirt with him in a lustful way. But of course, he’s Min Yoongi and he has to play it cool.

He clears his throat and retorted, “Just smile? And why should I accept this boring advice of yours?”

The bartender’s smile got wider. He starts cleaning glasses from the sink while keeping his eyes on Yoongi. “Because, I’ve had 4 individual customers come up to me, telling me how they wanted to buy you a drink but was too scared.”

“Scared? Why?”

“Sugar, baby, you look like you’re about to kill the next person that taps on your shoulder,” he shared with a giggle.

It dawned on him then that he had frightened away potential hookups because of his grouchy self. His friends have noted that Yoongi has what they called a “resting bitch face”. They would reprimand him for it and he would argue back that it couldn’t be helped. He was born with a natural frumpy face and there was nothing he could do about it.

“Yeah…my friends have said that too,” Yoongi confessed. He flails his arms up in resignation. “Ah! I’m doomed. I won’t have anyone approach me tonight.”

“I approached you,” Mr Biceps said with a smirk. The look he gave Yoongi was so suggestive that he felt his pants tightening. When Yoongi remained silent, sitting like a duck on the stool, the bartender leans on the counter opposite to where he sat. “I end my shift in exactly…3 minutes. Want to have some fun?”

This is it. This is it Min Yoongi. This is your ticket to mind-blowing sex. All you have to do is say yes, text the boys and then leave with this hunk. Like a robot, Yoongi nods and grins. The bartender grabs hold of his chin and tilts his head up, capturing his lips. The kiss was short but intoxicating. Yoongi found himself stuttering forward when the other man breaks apart from the kiss.

While the bartender cum sexy model goes off to end his shift, Yoongi started preparing himself, still stunned about what was about to happen. To be honest, it was all going quite fast and he was still unsure if this was the way he wanted to lose his gay virginity. Fuck it, he thought as he drains the last of his beer. He was just going to go with the flow, like Hoseok and Namjoon. Yoongi got startled when a pair of hands weaved around his waist.

“C’mon Sugar,” he whispers in Yoongi’s ears before dragging him up the glass stairs.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Yoongi breathed. “We’re doing it over here?”

“Where else!” the bartender snickered as he tugs Yoongi into one of the unoccupied rooms. He slides the flowy white curtains shut and starts unbuckling Yoongi’s pants. “Just leave it to me baby boy.”

Yoongi’s heart hammered against his ribcage and pounded in his ears, fusing together with the loud beats of the club music. It dulled his senses, taking him a few seconds to realise that his pants were unzipped. The man had shoved his hand down Yoongi’s pants while sucking on his neck. Yoongi groans when his hard on was palmed and rubbed. It had been a while since he’s paid attention to his little friend in his pants so, with just a little friction, Yoongi was already weak in the knees.

“Fuck, Sugar. Your moans make me want to fuck you till you scream. It’s got me all hard and wet.”

His hand was guided to the bartender’s crotch, telling him to do the same. Yoongi grabbed the bulged, getting used to the feeling of it in his hands. Oddly, it felt like a totally different part of the body when it wasn’t his. Through the thin material of the pants, he could that his man was pretty big, which got him nervous. Was he expecting to put that thing in his ass?

Yoongi was shoved down to the bed as the man struggled to slip off his pants. The band of his jeans were already slipping off his ass, and his ding dong was already fully exposed. It was all going so fast, further than what he and Hoseok had done.

“Can’t wait to fuck your small little ass Sugar.”

“Wait! Stop!” Yoongi yelled as he sums up all his strength on getting the man off him. He didn’t want this, he decided. He didn’t want a quickie for his first time, especially with someone who just wanted to fuck his ass in a public area.

“What the fuck man!” the bartender glowered, stumbling back from Yoongi’s push.

“I’m leaving,” Yoongi huffs while he pulls up his pants.

“You said you wanted to have fun!”

His arm was twisted to the side as the man grabs and pull Yoongi back. The bartender was stronger than him, that much was obvious. And there was no way Yoongi could get out of this with a fist fight. But where he lacked muscles, he gained in having no care for the bro code. Yoongi turns around, grabs the man’s shoulders and knees him right in the schlong.

“The fuck man!” he groans and keels over, grabbing his bruising man-parts.

Yoongi took that chance to run out of the room, fly down the stairs and dashed right to the entrance of the club. He didn’t stop running until he reached the parking lot a few blocks down. It was busy with students lingering around cars, sitting in groups and having a drink. Not wanting to be noticed, Yoongi walks to the single lamp post that lighted the alleyway. Hoseok took that moment to text him.

-From: Yoongs’ failed dates Guiiiisseeeeee! I found me some booty! I’m going over to his apartment. See yall tomorrow morning! ;) - Hobi

-From: Yoongs’ failed dates Oh! Yoong-io, how is it?? Found someone? Aw nah I bet you’ve been keeping your legs tightly crossed >< hehe! - Hobi

“Yah, you bastard! I almost got raped!” Yoongi barked at his phone.

“Shouldn’t you report that?”

Yoongi jumped back from the sudden voice. His right foot had gotten caught behind his other foot, causing him to trip and fall on his butt. He cursed out loud at his own motor reflex for betraying him while the stranger in the dark giggled.

“Why is everyone sneaking up on me! I swear to god,” Yoongi grumbles.

“I’m sorry,” the stranger chuckles softly. “I didn’t mean to scare you. But in all fairness, you scared me first. You suddenly walked over and started screaming about getting raped.”

Yoongi wanted to lash out that he only did so because he assumed he was alone. But he bit back his tongue, too intrigued by the stranger in the shadows. For the second time that night, he analyzed a person. This time, however, there was not much to see. The night was cloudy and the dim lights of the lamp post didn’t help to uncover the person’s identity. All he saw was a sharp chin, nicely coiffed hair, a silver hooped earring dangling on his earlobe and thick thighs. The thighs were hard to miss. A puff of smoke curls out from his lips and disperses into the night sky. Only then did Yoongi notice the burning bud in between chubby fingers.

The stranger spoke again, “You want one?” His hand stretched out to offer Yoongi a cigarette.

“Uh, no thanks. I don’t smoke,” Yoongi said as he stood up, dusting off his jeans.

The mysterious hand retreats back into the shadow, and from his angle, Yoongi could see the smirk that played on his lips. “So is there a reason why you’re all alone?” Yoongi asks in an attempt to converse. “Come to think of it, you’re really suspicious. You’re alone on a Friday night, standing far away from civilisation, in this dark alleyway.”

“I can say the same for you. You’re alone. It’s a Friday night. You’re in an alleyway,” the stranger smoothly replies as he goes in for another puff.

Damn it, Yoongi thought, the boy got him. “Touché,” he sighs.

They stood in silence, serenaded by the crickets and the occasional huffs of the stranger as he blows the smoke out. It would dance around in the air until it reaches the light of the lamp then it floats upwards and disperses into the wisps of grey ribbons.

“By the way, I’m still curious about the rape thing because that’s a big issue to casually scream about,” the stranger giggles. His giggles were least to say, adorable. Just hearing it brought out a smile on Yoongi’s lips.

“I was exaggerating. Well sort of,” Yoongi confessed, embarrassed from his outburst. “I was getting mauled by a guy in the club down the street. I kid you not, he had my dick out of my pants faster than I could with a full bladder.”

Another giggle bubbled out of the stranger as he brought up his hand to his mouth. His whole body was thrown forward before he rests his head against the wall. “You have a way with words.”

Even through the dark, Yoongi could see the faint outlines of a smile. It was bright but different from Hoseok’s sunshine ones and it was shy but not like Namjoon’s dimpled ones. It was something totally different.

The stranger asked, “Was it consensual?”

“At first,” Yoongi admitted. He really did want to try it out. But it got so overwhelming with how the man had roughly handled him. “It went too fast though so I really didn’t enjoy it. It’s probably going to traumatise me.” Yoongi added a laugh to lighten up his statement. He was only 50% teasing about said fact.

The stranger sucks in the last of the shortening bud before flicking it off to the other side of the alley. It drops in a small puddle, the burning red end slowly losing colour as it gets swallowed up by the water.

“Maybe,” he started as he turns to face Yoongi. “You got the wrong person to do it with.”

His bubbly giggles and sweet smiles were gone, replaced by a deep voice - which threw Yoongi off - and hooded eyes that gave him shivers. Yoongi stands still, back stuck to the wall behind him as the stranger looms over him. Every move he makes was slow, calculated and sultry. He closes the space between them and brings Yoongi’s arms around his waist and down to the curves of his butt. Yoongi bites back a groan after feeling the plush flesh through the stranger’s skin tight jeans.

“Sex isn’t about being rough. That’s fucking,” he whispers in Yoongi’s ears in a sensual way. His breaths tickle Yoongi’s neck, raising up the fine hairs. He drags his thumb across Yoongi’s lips, to his jawline and down to his collarbone.

“Sex,” he breathes as he lightly kisses Yoongi’s exposed skin. “Is about finding your partner’s sensitive spots.” His lips trail up and down Yoongi’s neck, leaving wet kisses. “And bringing out every pleasurable moan from him.” The stranger sucks and bites on the spot right above Yoongi’s collarbone, eliciting a strangled moan from him.

Yoongi hadn’t realised that he had been biting his lips, trying not to make a single sound until he hit that particular spot. His eyes quickly shut as he enjoys the wet kisses of a man he barely knew. This felt good. This felt heavenly. It wasn’t like the rough kisses of the bartender but it wasn’t like the playful ones he shared with Hoseok. This one was erotic and stimulating and it makes Yoongi want to pull the stranger to bed.

Feeling confident, Yoongi grabs the stranger’s neck and tugs lightly, urging him to kiss him on the lips. It was the first time he ever felt needy - he was desperate to taste him. Their lips connected, wet and heavy, moving against each other at a similar pace. He tasted like bitter cigarettes and sweet vanilla, Yoongi noted, and it was addictive. It didn’t help that the stranger had lips so plump and soft. Yoongi could bite on them all night long.

But his fantasies were cut short when in the middle of their heated make out, they find themselves interrupted.

“Chim!” They turn to see a figure waving frantically on the other end of the alley. “Chim Chim! C’mon! They’re waiting for you!”

The stranger - nicknamed Chim Chim? - waved back to the figure. “I have to go,” he whispers like it was something he’d rather not do. Chim Chim places one last kiss on Yoongi’s lips before running down the alley.

“Wait, hey!” Yoongi calls out. “Can we meet again?”

He hears the high-pitched giggle echo in the dark. “I’ll see you around Min Yoongi!”

His own name took a few seconds to register in his head before he comprehended the stranger’s words. “Min Yoongi?! You know my name?!” Yoongi questioningly shouts out but to no avail. The stranger, Chim Chim, was gone.

Yoongi stands under the lamp post, dumbstruck by the weird situation that had unravelled over the course of a few hours. He entered a gay club, flirted with a bartender, had his junk groped by said bartender, ran to an obscure alleyway, met a stranger, made out with said stranger, then finds out he actually knew his name all along.

“What the fuck?” Yoongi asks himself just as he phone lights from a notification. It was the dating site. Ironic how his life suddenly got so full of gay men right after he complained about the lack of it.

Kim Seokjin, that was the name that the received.

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