powerboys | Don’t wanna be lonely, just wanna be yours

"Is he dangerous?" Namjoon turned his head to look at Jung Ho-seok and frowned, trying to keep up with everything. Well, duh. Idiot. He was probably dangerous, they were all dangerous. They were gangsters. Rolling his eyes, he turned his head to Yoongi and smiled apologetically. "Sorry, that one was obvious. My bad. I just assume anyone you talk to is dangerous these days."

Including the guy they got hotdogs from. When he paid him, he called Yoongi 'sir' and that just made him they had to have an in. Everyone had an in. The gangs were everywhere!

Apparently. Who knew?

"Which one? Who's hot?" There were a lot of hot guys here, okay? It was so hard to pick one out and Yoongi was wearing shades so how did he tell where he was looking. "There's so many guys."

"Yeah. He's the son of our rival gang. Basically the me from the other side." Only the him that wore a watch that looked more expensive than most cars, but whatever. Yoongi wasn't bothered about money, he found it far more exciting than not having any. "He can't recognise me, he'd kill me."

Not that Yoongi seemed too concerned about it. He liked the risk, but he didn't think it was that likely anyway. Mostly Hobi seemed to focus his attention on the two girls he'd brought with him, dancing between them both. Yoongi easily dismissed him, focusing his attention on Jimin. "The one with the black shirt. I want to dance with him."

If that wasn't a risk, he didn't know what was.

"Wait, so, he'll kill you and you want to go over there and dance with the guy he just walked in with? That sounds like a horrible idea! Yoongi, what the hell?" Seriously? He knew he couldn't stop Yoongi from doing anything but he still judged. And he really judged pretty hard right now. "Yoongi, don't do it. It's not worth it."

The kid was cute, no lie, he was dancing away and he looked pretty happy but was he worth being shot over? Seemed unlikely. Though damn, those pants were tight.

"Whatever. Hobi's occupied and the others don't know me at all." Yoongi was grateful that his father had kept him relatively secluded for most of his life, it certainly made things easier these days. "He won't recognise me either. If anything happens, just run."

That said he simply walked over, moving to dance up to Jimin. Jimin was a good dancer, no doubt, and Yoongi wasn't bad either when it came down to it, not that this really was about being a good dancer anyway. Not once he had his arms around him, mostly focused on being close and still sticking somewhat to the rhythm, turning his head to whisper near his ear.

"You are so hot."

Jimin had only just reached that point in his life where he didn't feel like some awkward, fat kid. He knew, in the back of his mind, that he'd never been overweight but people always teased him over being a bit chubby as a young kid and his cheeks were a source of mockery. Even Hobi would pull on his cheeks and pinch his stomach even now. He had lost weight, he'd worked out, he'd done everything he could to make himself look how he wanted.

And while he had the looks, he still didn't have the attitude to go with it. A cute boy was dancing up to him, touching him and he just fucking melted. Low self confidence made this so easy. A ridiculously handsome guy called him hot and that was all he needed.

He grinned and leaned in a little, talking as seductively as he could. "You're not so bad yourself. So handsome."

Honestly, Yoongi hadn't thought much beyond this moment. He had wanted to dance with the hot guy and, yeah, that he was with Hobi had made him even more irresistible, but it wasn't as if he had any plans beyond this. "I'm Suga."

Well, he wasn't stupid. Besides, these days it was pretty much exclusively the name he used, only Namjoon knew his real full name. Suga worked just fine for the moment. "If you come with me, I'd like to pin you against the wall and kiss you until you moan against my lips."

Hey, it sounded like a fun offer to him.

Woah, he was forward. Jimin felt his heart race as he leaned in, trying to show that he was old enough and cool enough to roll with this kind of thing. So he playfully nipped at his ear lobe and then whispered into his ear. "If you think you can. Please don't make false promises, I'd be so disappointed."

Jimin did look over the side of Yoongi's shoulder, eyeing up Hobi and watching the other drink and chat with his friends. Jimin knew that he could slip away for a few, it wasn't like Hobi had any issue with him partying.

He just usually had to ask permission first but... he didn't want to miss out doing that.

"Come on. Forget him, I'll show you. I never make false promises." Yoongi smiled at him, his ear still tingling a little. He knew Jimin was still quite young, but he hung with Hobi, so he'd be surprised to know that he wasn't that experienced yet. He did notice Tae grinning at Jimin and not so subtly giving him a thumbs up. Hey, that meant he had the best friend approval, what more could he need?

He wrapped an arm around Jimin's waist and gently coaxed him along. He wanted to see how far he could get.

Jimin had experience, mostly with Hobi or whoever Hobi asked him to keep company for a night, he didn't tend to sleep around much outside of what he was needed to do. And he had fun with it, it was just different to have someone approach him like this. Turning his head, he grinned at Tae in amusement before letting Yoongi coax him away from the dance floor.

As they got away from the sound, Jimin bit his lower lip and tried not to smile like a dork. "I'm Jimin, by the way."

"Nice to meet you, Jimin. You have the world's most beautiful lips." He thought he should know. Yoongi turned him around and then actually shoved him back against the wall the second they were close enough, just as he had promised, immediately starting to kiss him, hand on his hip and other hand on his shoulder, running his fingers along his neck as he turned his head to deepen the kiss a little.

He moved as close against him as he could, wanting to make that moaning promise come true.

And it came true. He moaned gently, the positive attention, the nice words, the way he touched him and loved him. He couldn't be happier if he tried. He kissed back, desperate and eager, wanting to make the most of this whole experience. He knew these things, they tended to be one off flings. If this was just one off, he wanted to make it count.

Being more forward than he'd usually be, he dropped his arms and wrapped them fully around Suga's waist, pulling him closer and trailing his hands down a little, one hand cupping his ass.

Damn, little Jimin knew what he wanted. Yoongi had to laugh a little against his lips, but his voice was so clearly breathy, his skin already heated. He wanted him, he felt as if he'd never had such an immediate need for someone before. Either the element of danger was really doing it for him or the chemistry was just off the charge, although he could imagine that it might be a mix between the two.

Too bad that there was a limit to what they could do right here against the wall, but that certainly wasn't keeping his dick from getting hard, making him ground against Jimin. He kissed him again, to drown out some moans of his own.

Jimin's moan was beautifully obscene, so thick with need and want. He ground back against Yoongi and yeah, he was hard too. It was just trickier to tell, his pants were so tight, they kept his dick secured in place. Which actually made this all the more painful. He rutted against Yoongi as he kissed him, feeling all over Yoongi's body, slipping his fingers up his shirt to feel the soft skin of his back.

Oh yeah, little Jimin knew what he wanted, there was no doubt there. And he wanted Yoongi.

Honestly, if someone had asked Yoongi than he'd have denied that he was just going to come in his pants while dry humping a hot guy against his wall. He wasn't that young anymore after all. However, here he was now. Technically still a teenager, so maybe that could count as an excuse. He came quietly, but moaning Jimin's name, a shudder going through his whole body.

Damn. It had been hot though, he could admit that.

Jimin came not long after, body trembling as he shuddered and leaned forward, biting on Yoongi's shoulder so he didn't make a sound. He didn't want to be embarrassing, after all. He didn't bite hard, just a gentle nip. He pulled back with lust and relief clouding his eyes, licking those lips that Yoongi liked so much.

Well, his undies were totally ruined. "Holy shit, that was hot."

"You are hot." Yoongi looked at him, unable to find the right words. His cheeks with that blush, his lips glistening, he was beyond beautiful. Fuck, he wanted him. He wanted to look at him every day. He smiled to himself, clearly the afterglow was getting to him today, but still. "Beautiful. Most beautiful Jimin."

Hobi was a lucky guy, because if he knew anything about him - and he thought he did - he was sure that he enjoyed playing with Jimin big time. "Can I have your number?"

He should not do this. But he wanted to see him again, so the hell with it. Yoongi got out his phone with its broken screen, giving away even more than his clothes that he did not have the money to even be in here. He'd gotten lucky, mostly, Namjoon and him had their ways.

"My number?" Oh boy, he should definitely ask Hobi about that one but he was too lost in the moment, too charmed by the guy who called him beautiful. "Of course!" With a soft smile, he nodded his head and pulled out his vastly nicer phone. It was an apple phone, gold and the latest one, a gift from Hobi, of course. He eyed up Yoongi's phone and then got hit with a realisation.

He was clearly giving his number to some gutter punk, some random guy, would that even work? He had no idea. Either way, he was already showing him his number.

"Please text me, don't cal. I'm really bad at answering my calls but I want to hear from you again." He had to hear from him again. Fuck, he didn't want him to have to leave. He liked this guy.

"I'll text you. I prefer texting anyway." If he had a choice about it at least. Sometimes he just texted Namjoon while they were in the same room. Yoongi could see Hobi from the corner of his eyes, noticing that he was glancing in their direction. He had no idea how well he could keep up his pretence if he had to talk directly to Hobi, even with the shades hiding his eyes, and he decided that might be too big a risk.

He quickly finished saving the number and put his phone away. "I better go, before your friend gets angry with me. He's not your boyfriend, right?"

Just making sure. Belatedly.

"No, not my boyfriend! Not at all, no, nope." He wanted to be very much single for Yoongi but he knew that it was a tricky thing to work with so mostly, he was just winging it here. If Hobi said no, he just had to stop ... right? Well. He'll see. "He's my hyung! My boss. I just sort of work for him sometimes. It's no big deal."

Hobi was looking at him and he really needed to get himself to the bathroom and clean up, his pants were drenched. Not good.

"You should text me." Hopefully it'd work out. "I'd love to see you again."

"I'll text you and you will see me again. I won't just let you get away."

With that and a wink, Yoongi turned away, immediately walking off to the side before Hobi could catch him. He looked around for Namjoon, gesturing with his head and still walking, barely able to resist the urge to start running. What a rush.

Hobi leaned back in his seat, legs spread, looking at Jimin thoughtfully and waving him over.

Oh shit, he really needed to clean up first. He barely even wanted to talk like this, he was hoping it wouldn't come down the front of his pants. Jimin took a breath and just dealt with it, heading over to Hobi with great reluctance. He couldn't stop him from dating someone, right? That wasn't really the rules. Hobi owned them but he didn't own their dating life.

And besides, he just wanted to have some fun, it wasn't a commitment.

Standing in front of Hobi, he bowed and then grinned at him. "What do you need, Hobi-hyung?"

"Who's your friend?" The guy who was already nowhere to be seen, which maybe could be suspicious, but on the other hand he might just have noticed the bodyguards, they tended to make anyone a little shy if they weren't used to it. "Didn't look like he could even cover the entrance fee."

He suspected in a club like that, they just let some people in because they were young and cute. Which, admittedly, that guy had been, as far as he could see anyway. The shades had hidden a lot of his face.

"I dunno, Suga? He seems nice." Jimin didn't know much else about him, he looked pretty poor but maybe he had some extra cash or he just didn't care about having things. That happened sometimes. "We were just talking, I -- I like him, he seems fun." Jimin grinned playfully and bounced a little, not bothering to hide his excitement.

"Hobi-hyung, he thinks I'm beautiful!" He liked that a lot. He loved when people thought he was beautiful.

"Then he's at least got good taste." Hobi smiled, unable to help himself. Hey, he didn't want to rain on Jimin's parade, he just wanted to make sure he was all right. He definitely seemed it and so, what was the harm? Especially since that punk was gone now anyway. "He's right, you know? Beautiful little Jimin. Shame you are so much harder to pinch now."

"I like that though." He didn't like when people pinched him and pulled at his skin but it wasn't like he was allowed to hit him like he'd hit Tae. Hobi was too respectable, he'd never risk it. "I don't like it when people pinch me, you know that, hyung! I want to grow up, be handsome. Manly. You can't do that if people wobble your skin all the time." He wanted to be a grown up, not some kid!

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