A RIDE HOME [JIKOOK]

A Ride Home

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JIMIN had been walking home when a black Chevrolet Belair pulled up beside him, the model looked like it was from the 50's. He stopped walking and furrowed his eyes in confusion looking around, the street was pretty empty at this time of night considering that it was around 1 in the morning. Since he had to work late at the club tonight, he missed the bus that he would usually take back home.

He stared at the car, seeing that nothing or nobody was coming out he decided to continue on his way home. So, he began walking alongside the empty sidewalk hugging himself while silently cursing himself for not bringing a coat along with him. He was silently walking when he felt like he was being followed or someone was watching him, so he stopped. He turned to look behind him only to see the same car just a foot away from him, just parked there with the headlights now off, he stared at it in confusion. Was he really being followed right now? what the fuck? who the fuck would want to creepily follow him around like that? that's a bit concerning and very scary on his end.

He doesn't know anyone who would want to hurt him, I mean. . . well, maybe that one man who tried to get him to suck his dick that one time at the club? and he refused, so the man called him a worthless slut and he sent the man and his micro-penis to hell?

Eric isn't that In need of a blowjob that he would try to kidnap him or something... right?

He gave the car one last look as he swallows thickly, before he turned around. His breathing was a bit unstable so with a shake of his head, he started walking again only this time faster while clutching his bag closer. Then he heard the car engine starting again and then the headlights were back on, flashing aggressively at him. He paused, turning around to glare at the car that was now beside him he was about to curse at whoever the fuck was taunting him when-

He saw the window slowly sliding down and out came the sound of music -Backstreet Boys (Everybody)- blazing loudly out the car. At least his 'stalker' has taste he thought. He squinted his eyes at that and looked around the lonely road for the millionth time tonight then glanced back at the car, he was getting a very bad feeling, it felt as if he was about to be kidnapped and probably killed on this very night in the summer of 1997.

Now a normal person would run, but knowing Jimin he would have to ask what is that you want before he decides to run, stupid? Yes. he knows it is but his curiosity always gets the best of him.

So he swallowed down any bit of fear that was stirring inside him, forcing a smile he leaned forward and asked, "Can I help you with something, Mister?"

The raven-haired man inside looked at him through his shades a charming smile made its way onto the corners of his face where a noticeable cigar stick was hanging. He reached a hand down to turn the music off, before he stared Jimin up and down the grin never leaving his handsome face. His eyes lingered on his bare shoulders longer than they should, due to the fact that his shirt was loose, and the night was getting windy it kept blowing and swishing his shirt around causing his shirt to hang off exposing his smooth, milky skin. Jimin noticed him staring, confused he followed his gaze, looking down at his expose shoulder then glancing back at the man before swiftly pulling his shirt up.

The man shook his head a little chuckling at that, he removed his eye piece tucking it in the center of his shirt, leaving it there, before he snatched the cancer stick away from his mouth holding it in between his index and middle finger all while releasing string loads of smoke in Jimin's direction. However, he didn't show much of a reaction which caused a twitching grin to break loose on his face. He snickered at the serious face Jimin was wearing as he stood there on the sidewalk as if he wasn't fazed by the man's doing, when really, he was a little on edge because this insanely attractive stranger could just open his car, grab him and do God knows what with him.