vminkook - "i bet you look good on the dance floor"
Jungkook is so different from the shy boy Taehyung used to know—taller and broader in Taehyung’s arms, at home on the celebrity-studded dance floor of this club Taehyung wouldn’t even have tried to get into on his own. Jungkook is absolutely poured into a pair of waxed black jeans, and he rolls his hips against Taehyung’s in unerring rhythm.
But some things are the same. His gaze catches Taehyung’s only in fleeting, wide-eyed contact, and his hands are still and careful where they cradle Taehyung’s ribcage, a calm contrast to his moving body.
“It’s really great to see you,” Jungkook says, his lips on Taehyung’s ear so he can speak without shouting. “I still think about you sometimes.”
Taehyung is the one who has been wearing Jungkook’s mark on his back since high school, a lush red rose that puts every other flower to shame. He can go weeks or months without thinking about the past, but catching sight of his back in the mirror can bring memories across years.
Taehyung closes his eyes and weaves his fingers through Jungkook’s sweaty hair and anchors his answer firmly in the past. “You made an awesome first love.”
He feels Jungkook’s little scoffing laugh more than he hears it. “I didn’t know anything. I’d be better now.”
Taehyung cycles through several answers in his head—it was sweet, how we didn’t know anything and what would be different now? But he lets only a very sensible one past his lips. “Does your boyfriend know you’re talking to me like this?” he scolds.
Jungkook pulls back so Taehyung can see his incongruously bright smile. “Of course.”
His hands deftly turn Taehyung around, and as Jungkook presses up behind him, Jimin waves from where he’s sprawled against the bar like he owns it.
“I see,” Taehyung says, though Jungkook probably can’t hear him anymore over pounding bass. He thought they were just saying drunk shit about the old days, but suddenly everything feels very present. As the situation rearranges itself in his mind, he finds it makes more sense.
Jimin, still holding Taehyung’s gaze as bodies pass between them, blows a kiss. Taehyung hesitates only a second before he lifts his hand and catches it. At the bar, Jimin’s smile breaks slowly, and against Taehyung’s neck, Jungkook’s curls just the same way.