Chapter 16: The Night of Unspoken Desires

It started as a lighthearted night. Jimin, with his usual playful grin, had suggested the idea—going out for drinks in Thailand, away from the hustle of their daily lives. The crew was on a business trip, and a night of freedom was exactly what they needed. The gang, usually uptight with business and looming threats, deserved a break. And in a place where no one knew their names, it was the perfect opportunity to let loose.

The plan came together quickly. A few drinks, some music, and a night where they could pretend to be ordinary people. But for Suga, who thrived in control and order, this night was a risk. He didn't like surprises, and the unpredictable nature of the evening unnerved him. Yet, there was something about Jimin's infectious excitement that he couldn’t refuse.

When they finally stepped out of the car and into the neon-lit streets of Bangkok, Suga had no idea how the night would spiral into something far more intense.

Jimin had chosen to wear something that made Suga’s pulse quicken the moment he saw him—an effortlessly bold, revealing shirt, sheer enough to display the contours of his chest and teasingly low at the collar. His tight pants left little to the imagination, outlining the fluid grace of his body with every step.

Suga felt a surge of possessiveness as they walked into the bar together, but it wasn’t just any bar. The crowd was different—vibrant, unapologetically queer, and thriving in the electric energy of the gay bar. It was new territory for Suga, who was more accustomed to keeping his emotions in check, especially in public. But tonight was different. This wasn’t about business. This was about them.

The music thrummed through the speakers, a deep, sensual beat that echoed in his chest. The flashing lights of the bar created an almost hypnotic atmosphere, drawing everyone to the center where the dance floor pulsed with bodies moving in sync.

Jimin, with his tantalizing smile, didn’t waste any time. He grabbed Suga’s hand and dragged him toward the middle of the dance floor, right where the heart of the music was most alive. Suga was stiff at first, his body unused to the idea of letting go, but Jimin’s confidence was infectious. The way Jimin moved—fluid, sensual, and free—commanded attention, and Suga’s eyes were glued to him.

Jimin began to sway his hips, his body moving in time with the music. The sheer shirt clung to him as he danced, revealing glimpses of his skin. Suga’s breath hitched in his throat as he watched, feeling desire coil in his stomach. Jimin turned around, locking eyes with Suga as he danced, his body so close now that Suga could feel the heat radiating from him.

The air between them became charged, crackling with an energy that was undeniable. Suga couldn’t hold back anymore. Jimin was teasing him, pushing him to the edge, and Suga’s self-control was slipping. He stepped forward, grabbing Jimin by the waist and pulling him closer.

Jimin’s breath hitched at the sudden proximity, and a smirk curled on his lips. “About time,” he teased.

Without saying a word, Suga’s mouth found Jimin’s ear, his hot breath sending shivers down Jimin’s spine. “You’re playing with fire, Jimin,” Suga whispered darkly, his voice low and commanding. He leaned closer, letting his lips graze the edge of Jimin’s earlobe before his tongue flicked out to trace the sensitive skin.

Jimin’s body shuddered under Suga’s touch, the teasing smirk faltering as his body reacted involuntarily. The intensity of Suga’s touch, combined with the pulsating music and the crowded dance floor, was overwhelming. Suga’s hands roamed lower, finding their way to Jimin’s hips, pulling him against him with a possessiveness that couldn’t be mistaken.

Jimin tilted his head back, giving Suga more access as the heat between them grew. Suga’s lips trailed down Jimin’s neck, his hands never loosening their grip. The atmosphere around them faded as Suga’s mind focused only on Jimin—the way his body responded, the soft sounds he made when Suga’s lips found the right spot.

But then, as they danced, a stranger approached, eyes clearly lingering on Jimin. He leaned in, his voice too close for comfort, asking Jimin if he wanted to join him for a drink.

Suga’s blood boiled instantly. The jealousy surged, and without a second thought, he yanked Jimin closer to him, shooting a glare at the stranger that could kill. Jimin, feeling the tension in Suga’s grip, bit back a smile. He knew Suga well enough to recognize when he was jealous, and tonight, Jimin was ready to push his limits.

As if challenging Suga, Jimin turned back to the stranger with a playful smile. “Thanks, but I’m already taken,” he said, loud enough for only Suga to hear, before leaning back against Suga’s chest with a knowing grin.

But Suga wasn’t laughing. His eyes darkened with need and frustration. Without another word, he grabbed Jimin by the hand and pulled him off the dance floor. They barely made it out of the club before Suga’s hands were on Jimin again, dragging him to the nearest hotel.

The elevator ride to their room was filled with unspoken tension, Suga’s hands gripping Jimin’s waist, his fingers digging into his hips as though to remind him who he belonged to. When the door to their room finally clicked shut, Suga wasted no time. He pushed Jimin against the wall, his lips crashing against his in a bruising kiss that left them both breathless.

Jimin’s hands tangled in Suga’s hair, pulling him closer, needing more. His heart raced as Suga’s hands roamed lower, gripping his thighs and lifting him effortlessly, pressing him harder against the wall. Suga’s lips trailed down Jimin’s neck, nipping at the sensitive skin before his tongue slid lower, tracing a path down to his collarbone.

The heat between them was unbearable now, their bodies pressing together, skin against skin. Suga’s mouth moved lower, his lips brushing against the exposed skin of Jimin’s thigh, his tongue teasing the sensitive area just below the hem of Jimin’s shorts. Jimin gasped, his body trembling with the overwhelming sensation. His head fell back against the wall, biting his lip as he tried to suppress the soft moans escaping him.

“Suga…” Jimin whispered, breathless and flushed.

But Suga wasn’t done yet. The jealousy, the possessiveness, the desire—it all surged within him, and he wanted Jimin to feel every bit of it. He pulled Jimin to the bed, his hands rough yet filled with need, and together they fell into the sheets, a night filled with raw, unfiltered passion.

Hours passed before they finally lay together, bodies entwined, breaths uneven. Jimin’s face was flushed, a mix of exhaustion and contentment filling him. Suga, normally composed and cold, looked at him with an intensity that spoke of both possession and affection.

Jimin turned his head, burying his face into Suga’s chest, shyly hiding the blush that still lingered on his cheeks. “You didn’t have to get so jealous,” he muttered, his voice teasing yet soft.

Suga smirked, pressing a kiss to Jimin’s temple. “You were mine the moment we met.”

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