[Pin] Forget
The club is dark, save the colored lights that flash to the pounding music, and Jin thinks he’s made a good decision coming here as he pours another drink down his throat. As the alcohol clouds his mind, Jin finds it easy to forget that he’s wanted his best friend since as long as he can remember; he forgets that it started slow and he always wanted to be around Yamapi. He forgets the first time he looks at Yamapi after losing his virginity to a girl; he forgets how he wanted to try it with Yamapi next time because Yamapi would look good underneath him, Yamapi would feel good around him. He forgets how that began years ago, and he forgets how their friendship seems more strained recently because of his desires.
“One more,” he says, setting his glass on the counter with a heavy thud, and the bartender raises an eyebrow before refilling it. As Jin drinks, he forgets that every time he and Yamapi touch, he wants to hold Yamapi and never let go. And finally, he forgets that you’re not supposed to think about your best friend that way; he drinks enough to forget that he even has a best friend. He tosses a couple of bills on the counter and stands up, swaggering at first but then righting himself immediately. He’s been in worse condition than this before.
He scans the club for tonight’s target - everyone is in motion; the movements almost make his head spin - but someone catches his eye, a delicate-looking girl who stops swaying her hips for a moment, and Jin watches her look across the floor, probably catching someone’s eye as she smiles shyly, chin down, with just a hint of teeth. Her shiny hair just brushes past her shoulders and her eyes are warm even from a distance, so Jin strides to her side with drunken confidence, wrapping an arm around her small waist, hand resting on her rounded hip.
“Hello,” Jin says softly as she looks at him with big eyes, and she licks her lips nervously before saying a quiet “hi.”
“You’re pretty,” Jin lets warm breath waft across her ear, and she gives an awkward laugh. “Really,” she replies, though she makes no effort to move away. It’s easy for Jin, just a few words and the girls climb into the palm of his hand, and lips will be around his cock by the end of the night. But with this girl, Jin wants to treat her just a bit more gently than all the rest. It’ll be a nice change of routine, even. Yet even with that said, he’s still fucking drunk and horny, and he can tell that this girl will be tight and warm and terribly fulfilling. Jin works fast; he’s never seen the worth in getting to know someone when he knows it’s just a one-night stand. Who comes to a club like this for a lasting relationship, anyway?
Before he knows it, he’s pulled the girl into a corner and cups her soft cheeks to pull her in for a gentle kiss; as expected, her lips are sweet and supple. But when he slides his tongue into her mouth and a hand up her shirt, she tenses and weakly pushes him away. Girls rarely push Jin away, but he can predict the words that will spill from her mouth: she’s a virgin, this is her first time, it’s too fast - but Jin doesn’t care. Everyone starts out a virgin, and that has to come to an end sooner or later. “Sorry,” Jin whispers against her neck, even though he doesn’t mean it. But when he starts pressing soft kisses down her throat, she pushes him away again. “Jin, Jin, Jin,” she repeats helplessly, and Jin realizes that he’s never told her his name. But then the tables turn and she’s leading him, taking his hand and walking down the corridor to the club café.
Once they step into the light, the girl turns around and Jin feels his heart freeze. Yamapi is looking at him - it’s still a girl’s body, but there’s no mistaking Yamapi’s face, his eyes, his nose, the shapes that Jin has come to know so well over the years. It’s probably the worst possible time for the effects of the alcohol to already loosen their hold on his senses - Jin must not have drank nearly as much as he thought - but god, Yamapi. “Pi-” Jin chokes out.
“It’s, I,” Yamapi starts helplessly, wringing his hands. “I don’t know how it happened, but everyone said it would be okay and then Ryo said he’d take me out and then he dared me to see how many guys I could get to hit on me, and it was just for fun, but I didn’t expect you to be here.” He says it all in one breath, and fuck, his chest rounds nicely under his layered shirts. Jin avoids looking down, though, because Yamapi would never forgive him for checking out his legs underneath his miniskirt. But when he looks back at Yamapi’s face, the other boy looks much less panicked; instead, he looks disappointed, and that look on his face, looking at Jin like that, hurts like nothing else Jin knows. “But, Jin,” Yamapi says softly, “you would really go for anyone, huh?”
Jin knows he’s hopelessly fucked up things for himself. He licks his lips. “I’m drunk,” he offers lamely; it really is his best excuse.
Yamapi gives a forced laugh, and for an instant, Jin thinks that Yamapi looks like he’s going to cry. Jin hates making girls cry, but the fact that it’s Yamapi makes it ten times worse.
Best friends aren’t supposed to be like this, Jin thinks numbly; at the same time, he realizes that it’s useless to try to forget.
End notes: hah, so it's not exactly realistic, but whatever.
“One more,” he says, setting his glass on the counter with a heavy thud, and the bartender raises an eyebrow before refilling it. As Jin drinks, he forgets that every time he and Yamapi touch, he wants to hold Yamapi and never let go. And finally, he forgets that you’re not supposed to think about your best friend that way; he drinks enough to forget that he even has a best friend. He tosses a couple of bills on the counter and stands up, swaggering at first but then righting himself immediately. He’s been in worse condition than this before.
He scans the club for tonight’s target - everyone is in motion; the movements almost make his head spin - but someone catches his eye, a delicate-looking girl who stops swaying her hips for a moment, and Jin watches her look across the floor, probably catching someone’s eye as she smiles shyly, chin down, with just a hint of teeth. Her shiny hair just brushes past her shoulders and her eyes are warm even from a distance, so Jin strides to her side with drunken confidence, wrapping an arm around her small waist, hand resting on her rounded hip.
“Hello,” Jin says softly as she looks at him with big eyes, and she licks her lips nervously before saying a quiet “hi.”
“You’re pretty,” Jin lets warm breath waft across her ear, and she gives an awkward laugh. “Really,” she replies, though she makes no effort to move away. It’s easy for Jin, just a few words and the girls climb into the palm of his hand, and lips will be around his cock by the end of the night. But with this girl, Jin wants to treat her just a bit more gently than all the rest. It’ll be a nice change of routine, even. Yet even with that said, he’s still fucking drunk and horny, and he can tell that this girl will be tight and warm and terribly fulfilling. Jin works fast; he’s never seen the worth in getting to know someone when he knows it’s just a one-night stand. Who comes to a club like this for a lasting relationship, anyway?
Before he knows it, he’s pulled the girl into a corner and cups her soft cheeks to pull her in for a gentle kiss; as expected, her lips are sweet and supple. But when he slides his tongue into her mouth and a hand up her shirt, she tenses and weakly pushes him away. Girls rarely push Jin away, but he can predict the words that will spill from her mouth: she’s a virgin, this is her first time, it’s too fast - but Jin doesn’t care. Everyone starts out a virgin, and that has to come to an end sooner or later. “Sorry,” Jin whispers against her neck, even though he doesn’t mean it. But when he starts pressing soft kisses down her throat, she pushes him away again. “Jin, Jin, Jin,” she repeats helplessly, and Jin realizes that he’s never told her his name. But then the tables turn and she’s leading him, taking his hand and walking down the corridor to the club café.
Once they step into the light, the girl turns around and Jin feels his heart freeze. Yamapi is looking at him - it’s still a girl’s body, but there’s no mistaking Yamapi’s face, his eyes, his nose, the shapes that Jin has come to know so well over the years. It’s probably the worst possible time for the effects of the alcohol to already loosen their hold on his senses - Jin must not have drank nearly as much as he thought - but god, Yamapi. “Pi-” Jin chokes out.
“It’s, I,” Yamapi starts helplessly, wringing his hands. “I don’t know how it happened, but everyone said it would be okay and then Ryo said he’d take me out and then he dared me to see how many guys I could get to hit on me, and it was just for fun, but I didn’t expect you to be here.” He says it all in one breath, and fuck, his chest rounds nicely under his layered shirts. Jin avoids looking down, though, because Yamapi would never forgive him for checking out his legs underneath his miniskirt. But when he looks back at Yamapi’s face, the other boy looks much less panicked; instead, he looks disappointed, and that look on his face, looking at Jin like that, hurts like nothing else Jin knows. “But, Jin,” Yamapi says softly, “you would really go for anyone, huh?”
Jin knows he’s hopelessly fucked up things for himself. He licks his lips. “I’m drunk,” he offers lamely; it really is his best excuse.
Yamapi gives a forced laugh, and for an instant, Jin thinks that Yamapi looks like he’s going to cry. Jin hates making girls cry, but the fact that it’s Yamapi makes it ten times worse.
Best friends aren’t supposed to be like this, Jin thinks numbly; at the same time, he realizes that it’s useless to try to forget.
End notes: hah, so it's not exactly realistic, but whatever.