genre/warnings: smut, explicit descriptions of sex, fingering, oral, dirty talk
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summary: where you meet the gaze of an incredibly attractive red head at a music bar and one thing leads to another…
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note. inspired by this song here, and finally Taehyung has a story all by himself haha, usually he’s my go-to guy for threesomes, but this time he doesn’t have to share!
You knew he had been staring at you all night. As if you had some sort of psychic intuition, where you sensed someone’s eyes on you from across the room. You felt his eyes on you when you danced aside the stage, hips swaying, hands in your hair, a smile on your face, and you felt his eyes on you when you sat at your table, drinking with your friends.
Once you’d searched for the culprit, your eyes scanning the heads of different people, either dancing or sitting down around the little tables dotting the bar, your gaze finally landed on a red head. Obviously unnatural, that was for sure.
He was sitting at one of the tables in the far end of the room, the dim red lighting making his hair look nearing florescent as it reflected off him. It was like you knew — even though his eyes weren’t on you at that moment in time — you knew he was the one, and no sooner had the thought entered your head, his head was lifting, his fringe falling out of his eyes and turning in your direction. As quick as lightning, (or so you liked to think) you averted your gaze again, busying yourself with talking to your friend, feeling a cold sweat appear on your spine, when you sensed that he had already caught you; his eyes still on you as you chatted, a smirk on his face…
It wasn’t until half an hour later he came up to you whilst you were dancing — or, scrap that — he tried to make it look like he had bumped into you, a smirk on his face as you turned around to face the perpetrator.
“Sorry, I must have tripped over my own feet,” he grinned jokingly, although he wasn’t trying to make it believable.
You scoffed a laugh, following his eyes down his body as they landed on his feet, “maybe you should get off the dance floor then,” your tone unimpressed, but the grin on your face told him you were teasing too — and that you didn’t believe his white lie.
He chuckled then, itching the side of his forehead and dipping his head, before he met your gaze again with another grin, and you couldn’t help but notice how his eyes sparkled, although you saw some mischief beneath the surface.
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