i literally wrote this in like an hour so fuck off if you don't like it i wanted to write something for him and this idea has been in my brain for a few days now
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MALLORY knew, she knew, getting into some weird situationship with the hot guy from the club was a bad idea.
Everyone she knew thought so, the rational part of her brain knew it was a bad idea, morally, ethically it was just a bad idea all across the board.
But, she remembers seeing him, across the dimly, yet vibrantly lit room, his intense stare, and she knew he had caught her.
From the moment they made eye contact and he bought her a drink, to when they exchanged names and numbers, to when they went a got coffee together while sharing embarrassing hookup stories, she knew she was his now.
He took up every part of her mind, during work, during sleep, while she ate, anytime she touched herself he was all she thought about.
What made it tricky, was she didn't know if she took up his mind, or if she was just a friend with benefits for him.
Currently, however, part of her believes it was mutual, that she had just as much of a hold, of control, over the blond man, as he did her.
With her eyes on his piercing gaze, she dances with some random tattooed man, he's conventionally attractive, sure, but he isn't Jimin.
Across the room, as he dances with a tall brunette, the same thing is crossing the hairdresser's mind, sure, the guy is taller, more tattoos, can probably handle harder drugs than him, but there's no way he could treat her better than he does, there's no way he's a better fuck, because that's all it'd be to him. A fuck. To Jimin, it's more than that, it's like a ritual, a worshipping of her body and all it's beauty, an a promise to whatever gods sent her to earth that he'll keep her safe, that he'll care for her, that he'll love her better than any other stupid tattooed, drug-filled, man could.
The next few minutes are spent on this little game of theirs.
Mal keeps grinding against the guy behind her, knowing he thinks he's gonna get some by the way his eyes are looking her constantly up and down.
Jimin keeps his hands on the girl in front of him's hips, though, he couldn't give a shit less amount her, and he can tell she knows.
When the third song begins to play, the raven-haired girl gives, walking off to a single person bathroom.
He's quick to follow, ignoring the random girl calling out to him, he runs a hand through his blond hair, pushing through the crowd.
Smirking when the door handle turns easily, he walks in, seeing her leaning against the sink on her phone.
He makes sure the door is locked, walking over and grabbing her phone out of her hand, putting it in his back pocket.
"Jimin!" She exclaims, "I was using that?" A roll of the eyes.
