Criminal J.JK || JIKOOK

❀Criminal JJK❀

After getting fired from his only job Jimin found himself in Seoul most famous club getting drowned in alcohol with still his job uniform on and his I'd card is hanging around his neck, but he looked like a mess, his hair is disheveled, three buttons from top are open and his shirt is untucked, he didn't found a better way to waste his money which he made by working on that shity company, Jimin is hard worker, he is very passionate when it comes to his work, the image of himself he has developed in the company by working with his blood, sweat and tears, is gone in just a blink...

WHY?

Just because someone filled that manager's throat with his black money, how can he just fire Jimin with accusing him for some bulshit which he never done.

IS IT FAIR?

Jimin hiccups as he lifted his index finger at the bartender who nodded his head and again filled his glass with whisky.

"T-They all will be rotten in hell." Jimin hiccups again as he mumbled these words.

Jimin frowned as he looked down at the glass on the counter as he tried to hold the glass but he didn't able to, he blinked many times to clear his vision but, it appears to be that he is seeing everything double. The smaller man shook his head while giggled as he tried to pick the glass again but ended up laughing when he again failed.

But soon his laugh converted into frown as he looked up at the bartender angrily. "Hey you! What is this? Where is my glass- what the fuck?" Jimin's angry expressions turned into a confused one when he saw the bartender who was standing with his twin- "It's this your twin?" Jimin asked pointing at beside the bartender, who laughed loudly.

"No sir, I don't have any twin. I think you should stop now and go to your home." The bartender advised politely and Jimin just scoffed while shaking his head.

The smaller didn't said anything he clumsily stop up from the stool and walked towards the dance floor while stumbling here and there mumbling. "Don't touch me, Don't touch me." As he lifted his white thin shirt a little and tied up in a knot to show his ass

Reaching the dance floor he pointed his middle finger at the air and shouted. "FUCK YOU!"

DJ played a song and Jimin's hips and ass moved at the beat, he didn't know how wildly he was moving his ass, he attached some attention and found a man is attached to his back. "I said Don't touch Motherfucker." His brows knitted together as he uttered those words, but the man didn't moved but he felt a tattooed arm wrapped around his waist. Jimin's stomach twirls as he felt himself twitching under his tight jeans. His breath hitched when he felt the man's hard member poking in his ass and the man's steady breaths beneath his ear. The man is so close to him.

Slowly he turned around to look at the man in his arms. "Do you said anything... Darling?" The man asked in his deep husky voice sending shivers down Jimin's spine.

And Jimin wants to bend in the counter for this man.

He gulped placing his hand on man's build up chest and looked at him. He still has two vision, but Jimin didn't complained since he likes the view.

"You didn't answer me darling?" The man again asked the question.

Jimin blinked innocently looking at the man as he titled his head and stood on his tip toes. "I said nothing."

The man raised an eyebrow and nodded his head. "Hmm... So what is your name?" The man asked.

Jimin squinted his eyes. "Chim." Said informed nodding his head as he saw the man smirked and chuckled darkly while looking at his I'd card which is still hanging around his neck.