One Shots Part 2

Sugar Baby {VMIN PT.1}

The last thing Park Jimin expected to happen on his night off, is this. He'd been actually enjoying his Friday night alone at a his favorite bar, dressed in his most comfortable oversized black and white striped sweater, chocker and skinny jeans, until an odd brunette haired guy dressed in a suit that probably costs more than Jimin's rent, casually sits down next him. Jimin glances at the stranger briefly, trying to avoid the smirk on his neighbors lips. The guy is actually attractive, like insanely so. Strong jawline, chiseled face and dark eyes hooded by hazel bangs. But Jimin shakes it off and stares straight ahead as he takes a sip of his cheap beer and runs his fingers through his mop of freshly dyed pink hair. He's forced to face the stranger when a rather large and slender hand rests on his shoulder and the mans deep voice practically purrs out "let me buy you a drink?" Jimin shakes his head, holding up his glass "I've already got one, but thanks." The man smirks, taking the glass from Jimin's hand and downing the remains of his glass. Once he finishes it, he slams the glass down and smirks "order whatever you want, except that cheap beer. That shit's disgusting." Jimin blinks in surprise, dumbfounded "you shouldn't drink after random people. That's how you get diseases." The rich stranger shrugs "I don't care. Doesn't matter to me if I live or die, now are you gonna order a drink or do I have to order for you?" Jimin scoffs, standing up "you're not ordering anything for me because I didn't ask you to, and I don't want you to. I don't know you. I don't take drinks from strangers, even if they are dressed nice." The mans smirk widens, teasingly "so you admit that I look nice?" Jimin rolls his eyes "well yeah, compared to me. And like everyone else in here." The man shrugs indifferently "you look better in my opinion. Look, sorry if we got off on the wrong foot... I'm sorry. Please let me buy you a drink?" Jimin sighs, reluctantly sitting back down, he's only caving for free booze. Not because this guy is totally freakin hot and would usually be way out of his league.

The man smiles gratefully, flagging the bartender over and glancing at Jimin "order whatever you want." Jimin shrugs and orders a fruity cocktail he's never really tried before, noticing from the corner of his eye that the stranger has his elbow propped up on the counter, holding his head up and staring intently at Jimin. Jimin shudders inwardly, why is a nicely dressed guy in this low end bar, buying him a drink and staring at him with a grin?? He has so many questions. When his glass arrives, Jimin takes a sip and turns to face the handsome stranger "why are you doing all of this for me?" The man's brows furrow from behind his fringe, confused "what do you mean? Isn't it obvious?" Jimin shrugs "not really. There are plenty of girls here.." the man chuckles "not exactly my type. You're by far the best thing I've seen in a long time. What's your name?" Jimin forces a blush down at the odd compliment "Jimin... what's yours?" The man smiles slightly "Taehyung." Jimin smiles a little and nods, taking another sip of his cocktail "so... why ARE you here? And why ME?" The well dressed guy smirks, and orders a drink for himself "alright. You caught me." Jimin raises an eyebrow and cautiously sets his drink down, just in case it's poisoned. Taehyung folds his arms and rests them on the bar, glancing at Jimin almost nervously "in all honesty, I came over for two reasons. One being that I think you're gorgeous and the second because you seem to meet the requirements of what I need." Jimin is now thoroughly confused, creeped out, and offended, surely this guy doesn't think he's a prostitute or an escort right? Jimin shoves his glass away, glaring and standing up, leaning closer. Because if there's one thing Jimin absolutely cannot stand, it's assumptions. Taehyung leans away slightly, nervously wetting his lower lip at the sudden change in attitude, eyes wide and doe like as Jimin harshly murmurs "I am NOT a whore, you're fancy drinks don't impress me, and your assumption that I'm a prostitute is disgusting. Find someone else's pants to get in, I don't put up with fuck boys." Taehyung blinks slowly, reeling at the amount of sass coming from someone so cute and fluffy. It sends his mind into a frenzy, making him all the more excited and determined to make a good impression "calm down Jiminie. That's not what it is, I swear." Jimin's eye twitches at the unapproved nickname, still glaring "don't call me that. You don't get to call me nicknames you prick." Taehyung chuckles at that, holding his hands up high above his head and waving the small white napkin that had previously been under his glass, in the air "I surrender! Calm down okay? You're making a scene.." Jimin reluctantly sits back down, obviously still on edge from the comment and brooding as he asks "what do you want from me?" Taehyung's lips stretch into what Jimin can only describe as a half smirk, half shit eating grin at his next words "I want you to be my sugar baby."