Exes And Hoes

A Hoe's Threat

The man dances past the crowd of employees with what seems like effortless grace.

His steps are light, almost on a high with mischief as he prances over with hands dangling oh-so-innocently by his side. His eyes, a deep chocolate, roam yours with a knowing look as he nears Ms.Yoon.

He smirks, pulling the woman's hand into his own as his round lips plant a delicate kiss on her hand.

You can't help but cringe as your eyes just naturally seem to fall to the back of your head.

What a womanizer.

It's only been the span of 10 seconds but he's already confirmed your assumptions with his suave approach. You wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt after not seeing him for so long; but you knew he'd still been the same. 

A hoe. 

And with hoes likes him, there's a special lesson you have to learn: that revenge is best served hot.

And he was hot.

It took no sherlock to know he was still bitter about the past -- eyes assaulting you nerving precision as they crusaded down your body with bone-chilling haughtiness.

Though currently engaged in small talk, you can't help but notice his hands seem fidgety, almost itching to tear of the clothes off your flesh here and now to attack you with oxygen thieving kisses.

It's painfully obvious he's antsy.

He's damn thirsty for revenge and you know it too.

A blazer hangs from the shoulders of the man wearing it with confidence. They match same classy black of the loafers and pants that adorn his lower body, complimenting the golden locks strung from his forehead.

You find it odd that he hasn't come at you with some sort of snark remark yet, his posture seemingly relaxed as he continues chatting away with Ms.Yoon.

What the hell is he scheming?

From the front, Jimin simpers noticing your stunned reaction.

Had he simply been that breathtaking?

If that's the case, then excellent! It's going to make his task of deception a lot easier if attraction is already bubbling.

Though he's thoroughly enjoying that you are practically gaping at him like a fish, with a jaw hanging open so shamelessly, he has to admit he doesn't dig the look.

Afterall, It wasn't like it had been that long since you last saw each other.

Your jarred reaction was already giving away the story, and there's no fun in that now is there?

Then again, he always preferred the girls that appreciated a true piece of art when they saw one -- because they were normally the fun ones, and the fun ones always have some kind of treasure to hide.

You what they say about the fun ones; fiesty by day, stunning in lingerie.

Jimin is withdrawn from his thoughts as the business woman lays a soft paw on his bicep, her plastic fabricated nails digging into his skin.