#:joon

+differentbutsuperior

—   Jiyoung doesn’t remember entering the club, but he’s not all that surprised to find himself there, dancing to music that’s just a little too loud, eyes half-lidded against the sweat threatening to drip down into them. The bass rings in his chest as he rolls his hips to the beat, arm slung casually over the bare shoulder of the guy he’s grinding up against. He’s sweating, enough that Jiyoung’s wrist slips every couple of seconds, forcing him to ground himself by threading his fingers through the guy’s hair. 

     He seems to like this because his body purrs with a low hum and next thing Jiyoung knows the guy’s leaning forward, mouthing at his jaw. Jiyoung sips at his hellishly green drink, ever so slightly bored. He only dropped the acid twenty minutes ago, so he reckons he’s got another ten before things start getting really fun. 

     He hears the commotion before he sees it; a loud crash has him turning his head over to the bar, eyes locking on the scene playing out before him. The bartender’s pissed, which isn’t really surprising, because he’s an older guy in a club full of sweaty twenty-something’s who just want to get laid. But the source of his anger seems to be coming from the guy leaning up on the bar, and Jiyoung swears he can see his smirk from here. The bartender’s gripping the glass he’d slammed down on the counter -- the source of the loud noise -- with white knuckles, face already turning red. 

     Jiyoung cocks an eyebrow, swallowing the last of his neon concoction and pushing away the guy who’s attached himself to Jiyoung’s neck with a light shove to the chest. The guy lets out a low whine, but doesn’t try to follow Jiyoung as he makes his way over to the bar, sliding in beside the smirking man, placing his empty glass onto the wood.