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3rd Person Pov
It was hot. Lights hit and beat down. They don't help with the heat. People were pressed against each other and a thin sheet of swear lined the floor. Shoulders bumped against each other and all air everyone breathed in seemed stale with the smell of alcohol and smoke.
To anyone who would walk into the club, words they might use to describe the scene would be dirty and illegal.
Women were were onstage, subjugating theme selves. Men sat staring and throwing bills. Girls surrounded the gentlemen that were suspiciously placed on the back couches. People moved against one other and with the pounding music.
Among these people was someone named Park Jimin.
He was of smaller stature than most of the men in the club, but always seemed to stand out more. People were often times throwing themselves at him, men and women alike. Maybe it was because of his ability to dance or how he looked when he took of his jacket due to the sticky heat. There was just something magnetic about it and he never seemed to notice it.
But this version Jimin couldn't appal to everyone. In fact one person hated this side of him. That person was his boyfriend Yoongi.
Jimin wasn't like his old self. Yoongi missed old Jimin. He wasn't as quiet or small. Jimin didn't say to stay in the apartment on the couch, his legs tangled with the Yoongi's and read. He wanted to go out and drink. Yoongi missed Jimin's natural face with his glowing skin and small crinkles under his eyes that became covered when he put on his makeup to go out. What he missed the most though was the sweet goodnight kisses Jimin would leave on his forehead, or on his shoulder, as he was laying on It. These were somehow replaced with sloppy drunken bites and the unholy smell of alcohol.
Yoongis Pov
It's three in the morning. He's usually home by now. Where is he?
I wearily pulled myself from my bed and slid on my coat and glasses. I left the apartment and plunged myself into the frigid air.
Jimin usually goes to the same club, just a few blocks away I guess I'll go there first.
The streets around me were quiet as I passed apartment complexes and townhouses. But as I drew closer to 'Shimmer' faint hints of bass sounded through the air.
Due to the time of morning and the fact that it was a Tuesday morning, the line outside the club was surprisingly short. I walked to the guard anyway. I don't have time to wait in like.
"Hey" I said standing in front of the tall man. "I need to get in."
"Why should I let you in front of all of these people."
