[M] One (1/1)

Hong Jisoo looked around the club scene shyly. He was sitting, surrounded by people he hardly knew. He’d been in South Korea for a few years now, working at his current business for just under a year. He dealt mostly with international business, considering his fluency in english. It wasn't the best job ever, but it paid pretty well. He tried to fit in at work, but it all seemed like they’d already made their “cliques” and Jisoo was struggling to find where he fit in.He'd made good friends with one of the secretaries there, his name was Junghan. They had gotten along well, but he found a better job elsewhere and Jisoo's social life was back to the small chat at the water cooler.Not that he wasn’t a fun guy to be with, but clubs were 100% not his scene. Hell, he’d honestly never even been to one before. In school and after he’d always been quiet, the type to stay home by a fireplace with a good book to read. He liked to play his guitar occasionally, a hobby that comforted him but he never bothered to try and make a career of it.It was his boss’s birthday, and he’d demanded that everyone come out for a nice day off work, including a night out at an “enjoyable club”. And who was Jisoo to not follow an order from his boss?He was beyond uncomfortable, pushed beyond the boundaries of his comfort zone. The music was too loud - the bass pounding in his ear and he could feel the beat deep in his body. The stench of alcohol and sweat had long since numbed his nasal passages. The majority of his coworkers were drunk and out dancing with other civilians, but Jisoo stayed sitting alone at the bar. If his social life at work was any indication, he was pretty socially awkward. Even though anyone he tried to chat with most likely wouldn't remember the conversation at all, he wouldn't know how to continue a converstaion after simple “hello’s”. And so he stayed, drinking his water quietly, pulling off a good act of not appearing bored.Maybe he wasn’t all that bored. Turning and watching everyone on the dance floor did provide some form of entertainment. Some people were flat out drunk, dancing like they didn't care who was watching or what body parts were waving around. Some couples’ bodies moved in sync, pressed together, hardly any space between them. He briefly wondered how that would feel, to be so close to someone like that- Jisoo shook his head and turned his back to the floor, taking a big gulp of his iced water.One of his coworkers appeared - Mingyu, he was fairly certain - stealing the stool next to him. After ordering another shot of who knows what, he turned to Jisoo. “Y’know, You’re pretty good looking. I’m sure you could find someone to dance with if you went out there.” He winked at Jisoo, gesturing to the large crowd of bodies. He downed his shot easily, and turned to walk away. Jisoo just sighed, lowering his head and looking into his near empty cup of water.He was flustered, yet he couldn’t bring himself to go out there. He knew that he should be enjoying this, at least trying to fit in with everyone else. He knew he’d make a fool of himself, although that's never stopped drunkards before. He’d look like a fish out of water. Maybe, if he drank a little bit, he’d relax enough to go out there. No, there’s no way he could do that. He’d just sit here until it started clearing out some and he wouldn’t draw attention by leaving early.“Can I buy you a drink?” someone tapped on his shoulder before sitting next to him. He wore a big smile and his hair was dyed a whole bunch of different faded colors, he reminded Jisoo of cotton candy."Um- Um, I-” He started to protest, but the colorful haired boy was already talking to the bartender and buying a drink. Once the boy turned back to him, he bit his lip. “You didn’t need to do that, I don’t really drink…” He couldn’t help the slight blush on his cheeks, he blamed it on the increasing temperature in the club."I wanted to. What’s your name? I’m Minghao. But people around here call me The8.” Jisoo watched his lips as they moved. This person came here regularly? He looked like he wasn't a day over 18.“I’m Jisoo,” he said softly, diverting his eyes to the bartender that was coming closer. He watched him set some fruity, brightly colored drink down before him. He looked at Minghao, biting his lip. “Can I at least pay you back?” He didn’t want to drink it, or even try it to be honest, but the younger looking male seemed persistent. Minghao just chuckled softly, and shook his head no. “Pay me back by giving it a taste. Why don’t you just try it?” Jisoo swallowed, looking to the drink once more. “I- Okay..” He tentatively lifted the drink, looking it over with his eyes. He blew a puff of air, then decided to throw caution into the wind and have some fun tonight. But not too much fun, his conscious reminded him. Deciding to get it over with quickly, he took a quick drink and swallowed it down fast. He gagged a little bit, wrinkling up his face at the taste. "That's... interesting..." he mumbled softly. Minghao smiled, his eyes shining brightly. “That’s my favorite drink,” It didn’t taste as bad the second try, or the third. He continued sipping the drink until he could see the clear bottom, ignoring the haziness in his brain. Minghao hadn't assumed that Jisoo was a lightweight - which he was - and this drink was chalked full of strong alcohols.     They chatted about random things, Jisoo unaware of how he slowly became more open and chatty to Minghao. They talked about how Jisoo moved here from America and spoke fluent english. His own job wasn’t very interesting, but he learned that Minghao was an aspiring dancer and was quite the b-boy. Jisoo was a few years older than Minghao, but despite his young age he seemed to be a pretty regular customer of the club. Jisoo didn’t think that odd or frown upon it like he normally would, the alcohol already clouding his mind. Before Jisoo knew it, he’d downed amany cups of whatever drink Minghao kept buying him. He wasn’t quite wasted yet, but he was well on his way. It was an odd feeling for Jisoo, still somewhat conscious of his actions, but he felt… more open. More free to odd decisions, more open about himself, and it felt… nice. Freeing. And that’s why when Minghao offered a hand and asked him to step on the floor to dance, Jisoo took his hand with an ear eating grin and followed him out there. They quickly got sucked into the middle, devoured by the crowd. Had Joshua been mentally aware he would've said something about the center of the room feeling 20 degrees hotter. Minghao pulled Jisoo flush against his chest, they were about the same height so they aligned well. His hands slid around to the front of Jisoo’s hips, holding him steady and close, starting to move them to the overly fast rhythm of the song. Jisoo had one hand up in his hair, keeping stray strands of hair out of his face as he started to get a bit hot. They were pressed together in the dirtiest of ways, Jisoo’s rear end pressed up against Minghao’s-- the thought made Jisoo shudder a bit. Jisoo tried not to focus on the way he could feel Minghao, how he pressed into him, what all he had going on down there. It made Jisoo dizzy, but the alcohol made everything else but Minghao disappear. Minghao continued to supply Jisoo with drinks. Whenever someone walked by offering them, he took one for himself and handed another to Jisoo. He had no qualms about downing them anymore, he was gone and absolutely carefree. All thoughts of regretting this in the morning were nowhere to be found. For someone who never parties like this, he didn’t know the doozy he’d gotten himself into. He looked back at the table his company had been inhabiting earlier, finding all the chairs now empty. He momentarily wondered what time it could be, no doubt hellishly early, but he was quickly rid of those thoughts as Minghao pressed against him once more. “You’re so attractive, you know.” Minghao whispered into his ear, just loud enough for him to be able to hear. Jisoo was glad the lights hid the blush that formed. “Oh- Thanks?” He turned to smile at him, never quite good at receiving compliments. He said something else, but Jisoo couldn’t hear him well. He let out a content sigh as their bodies fluidly moved to the music. For someone who dance or drink at all for that matter, he was enjoying himself more that he thought he could’ve. Minghao’s hands were still firm on the front of Jisoo’s hips, continuously pulling him closer. Somehow during the whole ordeal, Minghao’s lips had found their way onto Jisoo’s neck. Kissing and sucking and nipping, it all felt much too good. Jisoo had never been touched like this before, and he couldn’t hold back the noises Minghao was eliciting. He could only tilt his head to the side in hopes for more. Minghao kissed up his neck, up by his ear, nibbling on the lobe slightly.“I know where the back exit is,” and Jisoo followed him, no questions asked.They went out the back, an exit made of doors that only one side has a handle. They weren't getting back in. They were in a dimly lit dead-end alley, lit only enough to see that they were alone. A quick thought of 'what if he's going to murder me?' rushed in his mind, but was pushed away just aas quickly as Minghao strongly pressed him against the brick wall. For how thin the boy was, he definitely had a lot of strength. Minghao’s lips were on his instantly, soft, yet completely in control. They tasted of alcohol, but in the best of ways. Jisoo was kind of just slumped against the wall, too intoxicated to really do anything other than respond to Minghao’s lips. He felt paralyzed by Minghao’s touch, and maybe the younger boy knew that he was putty in his hands. Their lower bodies connected similarly to how they were in the club, only now they were crotch to crotch and the friction felt dizzying. Minghao’s hands pressed into different spots on Jisoo’s skin, up and down his arms, clumsily sliding under his shirt and lightly touching his belly. Minghao pulled Jisoo’s lower lip between his teeth, nibbling a bit too hard but Jisoo couldn’t care less. He replaced his own lower half against Jisoo’s with his hand, pressing his palm against the growing bulge there. Minghao purred slightly as he saw Jisoo’s face flush, his own eyes locked with Jisoo’s, admiring the darkness of his irises. His pupils were blown wide from pleasure, it was nearly impossible to distinguish where the blackness ended and the brown began. He pressed his lips against Jisoo’s once more, before slowly getting down onto his knees.Jisoo watched him go down, his mind hazy and working slow. Before he could question what Minghao was planning to do - because yes, he is that innocent and inexperienced - he had already undone the button and zipper on his jeans and was mouthing at his partially hardened member through his underwear. “a-ah, mm-Minghao..” He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do with his hands, so he kept them balled beside himself. He had his eyes shut, missing the way Minghao looked up at him as he replaced his mouth with his hand, palming him. “Hey,” Minghao said softly, using his free hand to grab one of Jisoo’s hands and place it atop his own hair. “Keep your hands here. You can pull my hair, too. And it’s okay, I like it.” The words somehow went straight south for Jisoo, and he gently curled his hand in Minghao’s hair. Minghao swiftly pulled Jisoo’s underwear down mid-thigh, licking his own lips as Jisoo’s cock was revealed to him. Already stiff, it didn’t take much stroking on Minghao’s end to get him to a firmness that was able to be worked with. He stroked Jisoo’s cock mindlessly, watching the older boy’s lips as he panted and took shaky breaths. “Have you ever done this before?” He watched as Jisoo shook his head no. “N-No, ah..” Minghao let out a hot breath of hair over the tip, watching precum leak deliciously. “Have you ever had sex before?” Minghao asked, eliciting a small twitch from Jisoo's cock. Once again, he shook his head no, more furiously this time. “Mm..” Minghao hummed, wrapping his lips around the head of Jisoo’s length. He wasn’t too large, right about average in his own opinion. Jisoo let out a shaky moan and his knees wobbled, the pleasure was no doubt intense for him. Jisoo was too shy, even in an intoxicated state, to do anything more than just let Minghao work his cock. Minghao looked up at him occasionally, watching how Jisoo’s face contorted with pleasure and how the soft gasps ghosted over his lips. Minghao pulled off once to lick his lips, before swallowing the length down, agonizingly slow. He wanted to pull something else from Jisoo, something more carnal and burning with need. Jisoo tugged on Minghao’s hair, pulling him closer to his bushel of hair. “More, more.. need more..” he mumbled, pulling harder until Minghao was moaning around his cock, eyes shut, all his concentration on pleasing Jisoo. “Oh god, yes, Minghao~~” Jisoo was moaning, and Minghao would be lying if he said it didn't sound like beautiful music to his ears. He continued on sucking him off, moaning as his hair was tugged harshly by Jisoo. “I’m-I’m going to cum, ah, Ming, I'm close, ah!” He moaned in english, the words not quite foreign to Minghao (from porn videos, of course), and he swallowed down easily every drop of cum that Jisoo had to offer. He gave him a few good sucks afterwards as well, using his tongue to swipe over the slit, making sure not one drop was spared. He let Jisoo’s dick slip out of his mouth with a lewd pop, and chuckled softly as he caught Jisoo when his knees gave out. He stood up on his own, still supporting Jisoo, and helped Jisoo stabilize himself. He then pulled up his clothes and neatened him up. “How was it?” He asked softly, brushing away and fixing Jisoo’s hair. “that.. I..” He panted a bit, shaking his head. Speechless. Minghao smiled, a genuine smile that reached his eyes and made them sparkle. “Good.” He pressed his lips to Jisoo’s, just simply and quickly. “Can I take you to my place tonight?” Jisoo smiled a sweet smile, nodding all too eagerly in response.“I’d like that.”Minghao took Jisoo’s hand and led the stumbling boy out of the alley and towards his car. He got Jisoo in the passenger seat, then got in his driver’s seat. Jisoo giggled when he saw Minghao starting the car. “Could I do that to you too, Mmmm..mmminghao?” The alcohol making him slur his words, he leaned over to rest his against Minghao’s shoulder. Minghao chuckled softly, finding his intoxicated state cute. He reached over and ruffled his hair, before putting the car into gear. “Maybe once we get home.”  A/N: So this tops out at just slightly over 2500K words. It felt like more, but I guess it wasn't haha! This can be read standalone, but I'm in the process of part 2, and the idea of making this chapters is still floating around as well. Thoughts on this are appreciated! :3It's been awhile since I've written a fic so I feel a bit rusty, so please share your thoughts! If you liked the fic, please upvote and subscribe and the like. Constructive criticism is always welcomed :) And thanks for reading!!!