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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS
  Relationship:
      Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster/Park_Jimin, Jeon_Jungkook/Min_Yoongi_|_Suga
  Character:
      BTS_-_Character
  Additional Tags:
      Explicit_Sexual_Content
  Series:
      Part 1 of Minjoon_AUs
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-12-31 Words: 1997
****** Just take me, alright push me to the side ******
by xsxuxgxax
Summary
     Jimin is a seventeen-year-old brat and Namjoon is a twenty-five-year-
     old bad tempered man with a dubious knowledge between right and
     wrong.
His smiles is wide as soon as he checks his image in the mirror. The red is
still looking good on his hair and the attire he chose suits him nice. The calm
of his room is broken seconds later by a flushing Yoongi, storming in and
crashing on his bed face down tugging a pillow. Jimin sighs and sits next to
him grabbing his phone and keys, wallet already in his pocket wondering who's
really the hyung between them.
“…Can I suppose your current state is because of this donsaeng of yours?” The
mint-blonde boy nods still with his face hidden. “Is he coming too?” he nods
again. “Then why are you like this?”
Yoongi slowly turns a little to see him in the face before speaking. “He asked
me to be his boyfriend…”
“Wow! Finally!” Jimin does notice the dark shade of crimson covering the others
face but says nothing. It’s a possibility that Yoongi faints, and is hard to
believe he hasn’t already because the boy he has been in love for the past year
finally asked him that after a ton of ‘is not a date’.
“Yeah…” Yoongi mumbles against the pillow.
“You look good” Jimin caresses his hair and takes a quick glance to the clock.
“Let’s go! You don’t want your boyfriend waiting too much, right?”
 
 
They both arrive at the club's doors at the settled time and soon enough a tall
brunette is hugging the shit out of Yoongi. Jimin averts his sight, too much
sappiness for his poor–single–eyes. He should have thought better about asking
them to join him, being a third wheel is not in his plans.
Once inside the place Jimin is all eager to get a drink and then straight to
the dance floor, he loves to feel the music flowing through his body, but as
soon as he turns back to the couple, he sees only strangers. "Are you kidding
me?"
He gazes around and finally finds them. Not a scene he would choose to see
willingly. Jeongguk’s young and eager tongue is down Yoongi's throat probably
and his hands almost under his clothes. Jimin is in the need of a drink
quickly.
The bartender gives him a knowing look but serves him what he asks for anyway.
"Thanks" He takes a sip and the man smiles.
"You're cute! What's your name?" Well...Jimin thinks that flirting a little
doesn’t sound bad, the guy is hot and he can probably get some free drinks. He
is about to answer when someone walks behind and makes him tumble forward,
drink spilling. "Jerk!"
The bartender quickly gives him a napkin and an apologetic look. Jimin is
cleaning his hand and arm when the jerk actually stops in his track and gets
back next to him. "Jerk?"
 
 
 
Hoseok and Donghyuk are being a pain in the ass and Namjoon is so mad at the
moment that all he wants to do is punch something.
"Jerk!"
....or someone.
He turns around and what catches his eyes first is vibrant red.
 
Jimin jerks his head towards the voice at he's meet with a man, quite handsome,
because that's the first that a person with working eyes notice, that suddenly
smiles, dimples showing and when usually a smile is a gesture of nice, the one
in that guy’s attractive face only sends shivers down his body.
"Namjoon!" the bartender calls.
Jimin can only see and hear onwards how the two men chat, in another language,
English probably and Jimin knows nothing, and when they both turn to him is his
sign to leave.
The hand on his arm differs.
The handsome jerk tells him something that he definitely doesn’t understand at
all and that’s when the bartender intervenes. "He is asking your name"
"What...?"
"He's gonna buy you the drink"
The correct thing will be an apology tho. "It’s ok..."
"I insist. What’s your name?"
The jerk's voice turns out to be as pleasant as his looks. Jimin knows well he
is paying too much attention to details but...
Whatever.
"Jimin"
"I’m Seokjin by the way..." the bartender says waving before he is being
quickly pushed in the direction of the stairs to the rooftop, the VIP area.
"What are you doing?"
He tries to get away but the other just laughs still dragging him up the
stairs. When they reach the floor, the blonde leans over his shoulder. "I'm
Namjoon!"
One of the waitresses comes to them and guides them to one of the tables. Jimin
can't see much because of the darkness and strident lights flipping all around.
Namjoon tells something to the woman in English too and then they are walking
to one of the cozy and private VIP rooms.
Jimin feels being practically throw to one of the loveseats and Namjoon orders
something else, he wonders why the hell he hasn’t take off out of there yet
–free drinks–
 
Jimin, with a new drink in one hand, finds himself with things going in the
total opposite of what he was hoping when he came out of his house to that
club. Not really opposite, he was hoping in the way there to at least find
someone to make out with. His friends have left him and now he is trapped with
this apparently pervert and freaking gorgeous guy. Pervert because Jimin can
feel –kind of nervous to actually look down– a hand on his thigh, they are
sitting too close.
“Would you let me deflower that cute little ass of yours…” its the second full
sentence the man says to him, doesn't even sound like a question. Before, only
English that he understand from cero to nothing.
But wait…
Deflower?
 
 
Namjoon is more than willing to not punch anyone as long as he can have that
pretty boy under him. He feels like if a good session of rough sex would
relieve all the tensions on his body. And a distraction can work too. “Drink!”
He point as his glass, the liquid is red, one of the new cocktails they are
serving. it's not like if he wants the redhead to get drunk in order to fuck
him, Namjoon has never been in the need of that but the boy looks too stiff.
“Relax”
Jimin is wondering also if is safe to swallow it. After all, he doesn’t really
know with who he currently is. He gulps down the liquid just seconds later.
Mother should be proud.
“Slow down…” Namjoon grins with a dark tone in it, but does nothing to actually
stop him.
It's a sweet mix, a nice taste but is also a fast ticket to a tipsy state. “Why
did you bring me here?” Jimin asks and begs mentally for the guy to speak in
Korean. He is obviously putting aside that the man has already told him that he
wants his ass.
“Told you”
Jimin laughs nervously because if something is true in all that is the fact
that he does have a virgin ass, so deflower is kind of the right word. “Nope!”
He gets up, Namjoon too just to bring him down again. The only difference is
that Jimin ends up sitting now on his lap and well, fuck. The following events
are not really a surprise, Namjoon kisses him. His mouth taste sweet too, and
his lips and tongue are soft against Jimin’s.
Jimin could have shoved him away but if he ever thought of how his first time
would be –and he does it, a lot– he has pictured it with a really, really
handsome —kind of like sex on legs like Taehyung— guy who makes him feel goose
bumps and shivers and makes his mind go blank out of pure bliss.
Namjoon seems like a good candidate.
All the love thingy can wait because Jimin now wants the dick beneath him.
Namjoon is shamelessly rubbing himself against him. Jimin bumps with the little
glassy table when Namjoon moves, the man tosses his jacket away and unbuttons
his pants. When the zipper is half way down, Jimin catches a glance of black
fabric of his boxers before he can fully see what's under. He only looks up
when he realizes his staring at his=
Namjoon's tongue is picking out, just the tip, very pleased. “C'mere…”
Jimin forgets about all the previous hesitations and does as he's told and when
he is kneeling in front of him, Namjoon stands.
“Do you know how to do it?” Namjoon is clearly making fun of him.
Jimin tries to restrain himself but he pouts making the other chuckle. “And
just for that, I won’t!”
Namjoon narrows his eyes and pulls him closer by the hair to his crotch. “You
will…”
How can Jimin argue when he has a cock pressing against his cheek? An his own
desire growing by the rough treatment, Jeongguk would surely mention some of
his D/S kinks if he knew (poor Yoongi didn't know he is with Satan's spawn
now).
The elder groans low when the younger takes the tip between his lips. Who is he
kidding? What Jimin wants now is that thick cock choking him. He's not expert
at all, but Taehyung has sent him a lot of links to porn movies under the lines
of educational purposes. Right.
He does his best.
And he is rewarded later with relieve when Namjoon takes out a small bottle of
lube, condoms and two fingers working magic inside him. He is a moaning mess in
all fours on top of the red and puffy carpet with hands flat on the edge of the
surprisingly resistant table.
Namjoon bites his shoulder sucking hard enough to leave a mark on his neck
before a third finger is added. “Feels good, right sweetie?” Jimin can only
whimper and feel embarrassed every time those digits touch his prostate, and
then a fourth. “I’m being nice here…” Jimin’s head whirl roughly to the right
and his swollen cherry lips meet with Namjoon’s again.
Without any warn, Namjoon thrust into him, going all the way, cock already
slicked.
Jimin shrieks and cusses at him. Namjoon is too engrossed in the sensations to
pay attention. But, shit! It does feel good. Jimin licks his lips and adjusts
his position. Namjoon is not waiting for him rams roughly against him. One hand
on his hip and the other on his back.
Namjoon finds enticing the creamy white and smooth skin and runs his nails over
it, its nice how it looks after too. His worries are left behind and everything
is good again.
 
“I wanna cum all over you…” Namjoon suddenly says after Jimin shoots his load
on his hand, he makes him lick his fingers clean.
He pulls out, makes the boy spin around and strokes himself till white ropes of
cum land on Jimin’s face and neck.
 
 
It's a mess.
He can see it and smell it.
Jimin is already dressed and furiously cleaning his face with a damp
handkerchief, Namjoon chuckles and pulls down his hands from his flushed face.
“You can shower”
“There’s no way I’m going home like this…” His sister is probably awake since
she spends a lot of time in her computer.
“Mh… What about your hair?”
“What!”
Namjoon laughs and cages him against the table where he is sitting. “Then
shower at my place…”
…Hah?
Namjoon is in the mood and the boy doesn’t seem like a crazy, has a really nice
and tight ass, so why not?
 
Only when they're leaving the place and that every worker in there seems to
respect Namjoon, bowing cordially –and the fact that he did not pay and told
one girl to clean the room where they were– that Jimin's brain clicks and he
asks.
“Mh, its my club"
Hah…
Jimin thinks before climbing inside Namjoon’s car that he probably should let
Yoongi knows he is leaving but he is probably fucking with the evil brat so
fuck it…
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