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bar - jimin

(a/n: rated not that bad, except the end where they sin a bit. i'm gonna be normal and say 13+ for this)

(Jimin)

He'd never thunk to see her here, especially since she knew it was his hangout. Jimin was the one to introduce the bar to her, and it soon became her hangout as well. But ever since their mutual break up, not once have they seen or bumped into one another.

She threw her hands in the air along with the beat of the song and rolled her hips, swaying them side to side as the upbeat song casually transitioned to a sensual and slow song. Brows furrowing, Jimin scoffed as a guy slid smoothly behind her and began to drag his fingers against her shoulder blades all the way to her jaw.

"Get me another one of these." demanded Jimin, pointing to his empty glass.

"Rough day?" asked the bartender curiously before he turned around and fetched Jimin's drink.

"Do you really want to know, ...er..." Jimin struggled to search for the boy's name tag or ID.

"Jungkook and yes, I do."

"You see, Jungkook," Jimin gestured to his ex and the dancing guy. "That guy's fucking with my ex."

Jungkook did not seem surprised, like it was something he had to deal with everyday. It was a thing he dealt with everyday. You know how customers are, they tell their whole life story once you ask them how they're doing.

He handed Jimin another glass and he gulped it up, not wasting a drop. Jimin wiggled a finger in the young bartender's direction and the boy obediently knew what to do. He slid Jimin another glass.

Jimin watched the guy his ex was grinding her ass against with such intensity he could burn holes with his laser-like eyes. He tapped his glass, which contained the golden drink, against the bar counter, roguish grin plastered on his lips. He knew just the thing to do.

The guy leaned near her ear, lips barely touching her earlobe, and whispered something that filled her eyes with lust, then she bit her lip seductively. Then his lips nipped at her jaw and Jimin lost it, pounding his fist against the counter, causing a vibration that sent chills through Jungkook's spine.

Who does that guy think he is?

Jimin stood out of the stool.

"Hyung," Jungkook called after Jimin was already halfway towards the two. "Why are you so dramatic with everything? It's not like we're in a fanfiction and you're the jealous ex."

But Jimin didn't answer. By the time Jungkook finished his sentences, he had already pushed the guy out of the way, replacing the bastard's body with his. She didn't notice a thing.

He swayed his hips along with his ex's. After the song came to an end, Jimin was so buzzed from the drinks and so caught up with the blaring music, and his hormones, his goddamn hormones.

It was like he was fighting a war with his hormones.

Jimin got real close to her ear like the earlier guy had done and breathed out a hot breath against it, causing her to shiver and show a small grin. She grinded her ass against him slowly, teasing him.

"Babygirl..." Jimin groaned out, accidentally in her ear. She spun around and pushed herself away so quick, you could barely even notice what just occurred.

"Jiminie?" She questioned. "That wasn't you the whole time, was it?"

She was clearly confused but Jimin couldn't hold it in anymore. He had to do it.

It was building up inside of him and he had a desire for her.

He wanted her. And she wanted him, too.

"Hate me in the morning." Jimin blurted out before attacking her lips with his, moving ever so roughly, earning a moan from her.

She clutched onto his shoulder and arm, moving them slightly while his hands roamed her back and gripped her waist.

"Jump." Jimin commanded with a growl. With no second thoughts, she did just that and wrapped her legs around his torso.

Jimin carried the girl with him while placing love bites on her neck and sucking the area. As he was walking, he could barely see with her in the way and almost ran into the stools.

"Bathroom?" Jimin mumbled through his kisses and Jungkook proudly pointed the pair in the direction of the ladies' room. He set her on the bathroom sink, her legs still wrapped around him.

"Jiminie.." She breathed out as his lips trailed to her collarbones then back up to her lips.

"(y/n).." Jimin responded. His hands moved up her body to his shirt, where he began to skillfully unbutton it. Jimin glided his fingers underneath her short skirt and tugged at the top hem of her panties.

"Jimin, we're at a bar." She breathed out, her hands resting on his shoulders. Her thoughts that night had been cloudy but filled with him. Surely, she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

"I don't care." Jimin replied and slid down her panties.