Do you trust me?

Taehyung stared at the bottle in his hand, making the tenth Cosmo of the night and he'd only been there for about twenty minutes. Sigh, it was going to be a long night. He was ready to go already. He had an essay due on Monday from an elective class he took over the summer, and it was Saturday, and he hadn't even started it.

"Hey, sex-on-legs!" an obnoxious guy shouted to him. This dude had been ordering the cheapest drinks all night for himself and these damn cosmos for these boys he brought along with him that were obviously only interested in his money. Taehyung, however, has seen this type many times, and knows that he's spending all his money on drinks, and won't tip him anything. "Make me a vodka tonic, and two Cosmos, eh honey," he asked sleazily. Tae grimaced to himself. He finished the drinks as quickly as he could, wanting the guy away from him. He moved the finished drinks in front of the counter so the guy could grab them.

There was a new guy that sat towards the end of the bar, so Taehyung made his way over towards him and laid a napkin down in front of him. "What can I get for you?" Taehyung wasn't really paying too much attention to the guy, so when he spoke, he was startled a little. His voice was raspy and deep. "Gimme a Johnny Walker Black label- neat." Tae looked up; the guy was cute.

Tae paused for a second. That bottle was top, top shelf. This place is mostly inhabited by broke college students who don't have the money to be there, much less drink something like that. Tae choked a little as he said, "Um, yes Sir, but that is $35." He cringed as he realized that sounded like he insinuated the guy didn't have the money for the drink.

The guy looks up with a mostly blank face except for his right eyebrow raised in a condescending manner. "Yes, it would seem so... Now can I please have it poured neat?" Tae nodded, mumbled his apologies, and went over to the bottle that had a fine layer of dust coating it. He poured it into the glass and brought it over to the guy. "Can I have a name for the tab please?" The guy looked up and paused before he said," Yoongi." Tae walked away and continued making drinks for the guests at the bar. He kept an eye on Yoongi, he couldn't help but be intrigued by him.

His hair was dark silver, and his eyes were slitted like a cat. He was too attractive, like make-you-want-to-run attractive. He ordered three more drinks after that and paid and left a better tip than Taehyung had ever seen. He couldn't believe it. This guy only said his name, and only wanted his drinks, and yet he tipped Tae enough to buy the book he was trying to get for his history class. Fuck. Tae thought he wanted to see him again… but now he knew that he wanted to see him again.

"Aye, Sexy!" Tae sighed. Well, he couldn't be lucky with everyone.

As Taehyung woke up in the morning with his eyeliner smudged on his face and his alarm clock blaring, he realized today was the first day of classes and his hard work this summer would finally be worth it. He was tired, but he couldn't wait. He had a whole semester of art ahead of him. He couldn't wait to get into his studio classes and draw people and the world around him. He got out of bed and started his routine of showering and making sure he did his skincare. Gotta stay smooth and clean. Then he dressed himself in dark ripped jeans and a silky button up shirt that he tucked into his pants.

Taehyung felt ready to face the day, he grabbed his bag and headed out the door. He had a dorm on campus, and it was a room that he had to himself (thankfully). He headed across campus and headed for the art building. This is where his studio art classes would be. He went through the syllabus and went through some introductory elements for the class and suddenly two hours had gone by. He had to take an elective course and music seemed the easiest so it's what he signed up for. The worst part about it, however, was that it was on the opposite side of campus, so Taehyung had to slow jog all the way to make it there on time.

All the seats in the front and middle were taken, so he had to trek all the way towards the back. The teacher began to announce themselves even before he got to pick a seat, so he sat down immediately at the seat beside him. He didn't look at the person until the teacher announced. "Welcome to Sound Production class. This is an introductory and an intermediate course all in one. The person sitting beside you will be your partner for the semester, so if your seat is marked with a number 1, look to your right. That is your partner!"

Taehyung froze immediately. He absolutely hated classes where you couldn't choose your partner. He always seemed to get stuck with the person who never did anything and forced him to do all the work. With massive amounts of dread, Taehyung lifted his binder and there was a big number one printed on a paper taped to his desk. He stared at it for a second and it felt like it was mocking him.

"Everyone in this class needed to have at least been in chorus 2, band/musical instruments 2, or production classes within high school or college to qualify for this course, so the person next to you is talented. It is your job to find out how and how you both can work together to exemplify that with the different challenges you will get. Now…" Taehyung still hadn't looked at his partner, but he could feel that person's eyes boring into him. He turned and saw the guy from the bar. The guy. Taehyung couldn't believe this was happening to him. Didn't shit like this only happen in the movies?

"Well, you already know my name, so what's yours?" Yoongi asked in a carefree manner. He was clearly bored with the class. Or maybe he was bored with the whole partner thing. Tae hoped it wasn't the partner thing. "My name is Taehyung." He could feel the slight stutter of his name, he was nervous and couldn't help it. He saw Yoongi look him over and that didn't help his state of nervousness. "So, you like music?" Lame Taehyung, lame. He was too busy chastising himself internally he almost missed Yoongi's response, "I do, otherwise I can guarantee you I wouldn't be here. You seem more the art type though."

Tae just stared at him for a moment confused. Yoongi could tell and nodded towards his hands. There was paint smudged all along his hands from the previous class. He had gotten a little excited looking through the supplies and a tube of paint opened on him. He chuckled, yeah, I love art. I'm taking this class as an elective but don't worry I still take all classes seriously." He didn't want him to think he was here to fuck around. Before Yoongi could say anything, the teacher grabbed the classes attention again. "There will be packets up front for you all to grab that explain the project further; should you have any questions let me know. I recommend you all start it as soon as possible. This will be a big part of your grade for this class. That's all for today, see you all tomorrow."

Taehyung sighed and grabbed his things and started to head to the front to get a packet for Yoongi and himself. He didn't realize Yoongi was following so close behind and jumped a little when he spoke, "When do you want to start the project? Does tonight work?" Oh, Tae wished it worked. He had to go to work that evening and told Yoongi this. "We could start it tomorrow if you would like? "

"Yeah that could work, I have my last class at three, so we could meet up at the music studio around five if you want?" Taehyung knew it was silly, but he couldn't help but be excited. He wanted to get to know this cute guy that had good taste in alcohol and loved music. "Sounds good to me, see you then." Tae waved goodbye and started to run towards the cafe to grab something quick to eat before he had to get to work. Thankfully there weren't too many people around yet so he was able to quickly grab some japchae and take it to his dorm to devour. Once done he showered and began getting ready for his stupid bartending job. Tae would honestly enjoy it more if it wasn't for all the dumb ass customers he got. He smudged some liner, put on his tightest leather pants and a black shirt he tucked into his pants. He was ready. Tae headed out and got there about ten minutes before his shift was supposed to start. It was when he went behind the bar and started making drinks for obnoxious people that he realized Yoongi was sitting there waiting. Tae felt a sliver of excitement go down his spine. He walked over and greeted him. "Hey, how's it going?"

Yoongi looked up from his phone and smirked. "Good. Can I have the regular?" he asked. His eyebrow raised in a challenging manner, almost like he was seeing if Taehyung paid attention to him. Taehyung wanted to mess up and grab the Johnny Walker Red Label to see if he would notice, but another part of him liked the thrill of taking him up on that challenge. And another… well, that dark, intense look that was focused on only him gave him chills and made him want to please Yoongi. So, he did.

He slowly poured the Black Label into the crystal glass and made eye contact with Yoongi once he was done. The intense look was still there, and Taehyung diverted his eyes. There was no way he could work with that look following him around. Taehyung sat the drink in front of him and Yoongi picked it up and sipped it. "Taehyung." He said. Well, to Taehyung it felt more like an order. Taehyung looked up. Yoongi toasted the glass his way in a way to say thanks to his dongsaeng, and then followed it with a, "Good."

Taehyung's world spun. Somehow that good seemed more aimed at him and less aimed at the drink Yoongi's sipping that seemed to be his favorite. Tae choked a little. "Um, excuse me?" He squeaked, way too meekly for his taste.

Yoongi's signature smirk popped back up. "It's good." He sipped it again. But Taehyung knows that he didn't say that the first time, even with the too loud music playing. Even with the obnoxious people screaming at tennis, yes tennis, next to them. He called Taehyung good- and he meant it. And Taehyung felt… good. He shook his head and went to make more drinks trying to shake the feeling that was crawling over his skin. He knew the feeling; he just hadn't felt it in so long.

The night slowed down a little quicker than normal and Taehyung found himself walking over to where yoongi was still sitting. "So, where is the music studio that we're meeting at tomorrow?" Tae was trying to make casual conversation, but he still felt nervous, so it was a little difficult. He couldn't help but feel this underlying tension between them. Yoongi looked up from his phone, "It's in the same building as our class, just down the hall. I'm usually the only one that uses it so we don't have to worry about booking the room." Tae nodded. It also meant he would be alone with this guy. Shit. He was going to have to talk to his bff Jimin pronto. "Oh, okay cool, sounds good. What year are you?" Yoongi raised an eyebrow at Taehyung but answered anyway, "I'm a junior, majoring in music production. What year are you?" Tae gave his signature cute boxy grin, "Ah so i should call you hyung then, I'm a sophomore." The bar was slow enough to where they could keep talking for a little bit. It was getting close to the end of his shift when Yoongi put down a stack of bills and said, "It was nice talking, I'll see you tomorrow for our project." He winked and walked away.

That had been the most nerve-wracking normal conversation Tae had ever had and the tip was more than too much. They talked about school and where they were from, which just so happened that they were both from Daegu. Tae found himself becoming more and more interested. There was also this underlying...darkness that exuded from Yoongi that he found alluring. Tae started to clean up the bar and called Jimin immediately. He picked up on the second ring. " Helloo! Have you finally pulled your head out of your ass and gotten laid?"

Taehyung rolled his eyes and responded, "Have you finally pulled your head out of your ass and asked that cute boy at your dance studio out? Thought not... Anyways, I have something I need your advice on." Jimin made a loud noise of objection at Tae's rebuttal but let him continue. "So, there's this guy in one of my classes and he makes me feel… like I used to feel when I frequented that club. I'm kinda going crazy but I'm not sure if I'm making it up or if it's just in my head. He's so dark and intense and I want to find out more." Tae admitted.

Jimin whistled. "So... who is this guy that you're gushing about?" he asks, not offering any advice yet.

Typical Jimin fashion. He always got all the information before he offered any type of advice. Tae rolled his eyes as he started wiping down the bar. "Well I'm working on this project with him and-." Before Taehyung could finish, Jimin screamed. "Oh hell no, Tae. There are two people you don't fuck with. People in your workplace and people in your classroom groups. Bad idea. What if he gets crazy and fucking attached, and he won't let you go? He forces you to see him or he sabotages your project and you both have to retake this class forever and ever together. No. Don't do it. This won't end well. The last guy I did that with, I had to give him blow jobs until the project was over or he wouldn't even meet up. And he had no dick game whatsoever. He totally didn't deserve my BJs. Like, c'mon, Tae, get real, this could end up-..."

Tae was sure Jimin would continually come up with more and more fucked up situations if he didn't stop him, so he interrupted with, "Ok, Min. I get it. You wouldn't do it if you were me. You can stop now." He should've asked his pillow or a wall for advice, he thought as he rolled his eyes for the millionth time. Jimin did have a point though. He should be weary, but damn, it was going to be hard. Taehyung thought of the intense look Yoongi gave him as he said 'good,' but this time he imagined him saying, 'good boy.' Tae's mind floated to a weightless place it hadn't been for a long time. 'Good boy.' he imagined in that rough voice again. Yeah, Teahyung would love the sound of that.

He found his mind wandering, thinking about what would happen if he disobeyed Yoongi's orders. The smoldering look in his eyes as he punished him for not listening, bending him over and-"Taehyung! Are you even listening to me?" He was snapped out of his fantasy with Jimin screeching in his ear. He had in fact not been listening. "Yeah of course. Thank you for the advice bye!" He hung up abruptly knowing there would be consequences for that later, but Tae really needed a moment to think on his own. He made it home and quickly showered off the nasty bar smell and laid down in bed. His mind kept drifting to Yoongi. His smirk and the way his eyes had darkened when he said 'good' to Taehyung. He felt himself harden in his briefs. He moved a hand down his chest, lingering at his nipples and giving one a sharp tug making him gasp.

He imagined Yoongi standing over him, 'Look at you, all hard and pathetic for me. Too bad I won't let you come yet.' Tae gripped himself over his briefs and then pulled them down immediately. He eagerly began stroking his cock, feeling very needy from the built-up tension. He imagined Yoongi bending him over his bed, grabbing him by the hair and spanking him on the ass hard. 'Since you couldn't behave yourself, I'm going to give you 10 slaps, slut. And I want to hear you count every single one. Clearly. And afterwards, thank your Master. Can you do that, whore?' Taehyung moaned at the thought. He just knew Yoongi would be merciless, so as he laid smacks onto his thighs, he reveled in the sting. Precum started to leak out. 'Just like a slut, dripping all over yourself for me.' He felt slightly embarrassed at the thought, but it only made him feel more turned on and closer to cumming. Taehyung was so close, stroking himself faster and harder. He reached up and pinched his nipple hard, adding pain to the pleasure. 'Go on Taehyung, cum for me.' He imagined, as he visualized Yoongi choking him. Tae reached up and began to restrict his own breathing as he stroked and twisted at the tip. At that Tae came so hard and long, easily having the best orgasm he has had in a while.

Fuck. He did not just masturbate to his school partner! He was fucked. How was he going to face Yoongi with a straight face now? "Hi, yes, let's start our project, by the way can you bend me over and spank me until I cry? Thanks." Yeah no. Tae groaned and got up to clean himself, doing the walk of shame to his bathroom. As he looked in the mirror, he still felt the electricity of his masturbation session. He hoped it would wear off, but he somehow knew it wouldn't, and seeing him tomorrow wouldn't help. As Tae went back to bed, he thought he would easily fall back to sleep, but his mind was plagued with Yoongi.