Yoongi exists at night, Jimin exists during the day, and they meet somewhere in between.  A tribute to unrealistic expectations and the club scene that Yoongi most likely had before his debut.Also, Jimin kind of got the short end of the stick in my last fic. So this is redemption, sort of, almost? Thank you for reading ^_^ Edit: Zunnie made a vietnamese translation here!! I cant understand it but it looks cool XD Foreword"Why are you here? The boy shrugs his shoulders. From the far away smoky haze of the club, he was an enticing silhouette against the backdrop sea of dancers. But here, with his chest pressed against Yoongi’s and his fingers threaded through his hair, he looks a thousand years younger."