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As lively as the bar had been, it wasn't exactly what you called 'exciting' one of the most frequent bar goers; Kim Jonghyun sat at the bar, a glass of possibly aged alcohol residing in his short glass cup. The tinkling sound of an ice cube spinning around upon pulling the cold glass to lips, an eye opener taste of whatever he ordered just a few minutes ago rushed the remaining blood through his veins as if he went through a second long sugar rush. 

Deeming it was proper to leave, something caught his eye - the corner of it at least. Billards, he played the game just as good as the next guy but, the person whom hovered over the wooden table like structure was someone Jonghyun admired. Greatly, it was none other than Kim Kibum, a known professional billards player. The immense concentration in his eyes made Jonghyun's throat go dry, his appearance was uncanny, as if God took his time sculpting every piece of him, down to the very fine detail.

Sure, it was nice to watch from a far. But it wasn't enough to fill his need. With long strides, Jonghyun reached the other end of the table. The one light that hung above the table illuminating the colored cream number balls. Initiate conversation. Clearing his throat, Jonghyun spoke up grabbing the attention of the male at the other end of the table who held the 6 inch wooden cue pole.

"You're quiet good, mind if I ask for a lesson?" Smooth Jonghyun, smooth. But it only made Kibum lightly chuckle and press his free palm on the edge of the table. "Are you planning on coming over here today?" He humorously joked, causing Jonghyun to stand up straight and scaddadil over to the other end of the table. Introductions were quickly thrown out the way to ease less awkwardness.

"Rest your arm on the stick like this." Kibum directed, leaning his body against Jonghyun's, the tight leather of his pants shaffing against his skin as the younger moved against him. Jonghyun's eyed fluttered. He smelled so nice, the thought of said intoxicating scent made him struggle to focus on what Kibum was saying. "Move your arm back." Jonghyun could smell the scent of alcohol on his breath. At this point; Jonghyun could no longer focus on the task at hand. 

His hands unwrapped themselves from the cue pole, the bold actions surprised both him and Kibum. He shifted to the side, leaning forward ever so slightly grazing their lips together. The people residing in the bar didn't quite matter as the two men could quickly be written off as 'fully intoxicated' the grazing of lips turned into a full fledged session of sloppy, heated bouts of kisses that left both parties breathless.

"You're bold, ready for a round?" Kibum shifted his weight on the right side of him, leaning to Jonghyun's ear to whisper words that meant a night of fun.

"And I don't mean billards."