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Seokjin takes a sip of his drink before setting it back on the bar. “Jeongguk-ah,” he calls to catch his friend’s attention. “Let me close my tab.”

“Okay, one second, hyung,” the bartender replies.

Seokjin nods and pulls out his phone, getting ready to text his driver to come pick him up. He startles when a hand suddenly grips his arm, turning to frown at the owner of said hand. He freezes when he comes face to face with a gorgeous man, who is looking at him with wide pleading eyes.

“I’m sorry,” the man breathes. “But could you please pretend to be my boyfriend? The man over there won’t leave me alone.”

Seokjin’s gaze shifts to look over the man’s shoulder, meeting the slowly darkening eyes of another man across the room. He looks back at the man in front of him, and turns in his seat, spreading his legs for the man to step between. As he brings his hands to the man’s hips, he asks, “What’s your name, gorgeous?”

“Namjoon,” the other man replies, winding his arms around Seokjin’s shoulders.

Seokjin tries to ignore how right it feels.

“Hi, Namjoon,” Seokjin murmurs, pulling him closer. Namjoon gives him a soft smile, and Seokjin might already be in love with this man. He lets his eyes roam Namjoon’s face before he continues. “Are you okay with kissing? Do you think that will be enough?”

Namjoon gives him a quick nod and Seokjin reaches up to cup his face, before gently pulling him into a kiss. He can taste the remnants of whiskey and maraschino cherry on Namjoon’s lips. Namjoon’s lips part, letting Seokjin’s tongue slip past and he licks into Namjoon’s mouth as the kiss grows more heated. It’s when Namjoon lets out a soft moan that Seokjin comes back to himself, squeezing at Namjoon’s hip as he reluctantly parts, and presses their foreheads together.

After a few moments of just breathing each other in, Namjoon leans away, and Seokjin glances behind him to find the other man gone.

“Thank you,” Namjoon murmurs, chewing on his bottom lip that’s already swollen from the kiss.

“No need to thank me,” Seokjin replies. He’s strangely finding it hard to let go of this man who he’s just met.

“Hyung,” Jeongguk’s voice cuts through their little bubble. “Did you still want to pay, or?”

“Ah—”

“Here, let me pay,” Namjoon interjects, and before Seokjin can protest, he’s sliding his card across the counter to Jeongguk. “As a thank you.”

He steps out from between Seokjin’s legs as Jeongguk runs the payment. Seokjin struggles to find words to say: You’re really cute— I’d like to kiss you again— Maybe fuck you too— Can I take you on a date—

“Well, thanks again,” Namjoon says, turning to him when Jeongguk hands him his card. “Take care.”