Exes And Hoes

A Message

You gulp.

Well crap!

He wasn't lying when he said he would expose you in the past — because here he is now, exposing you right in public without giving a single flying turd!

"Cat got your tongue?"

His posture is so smug, it's really testing the true limit of your patience.

He's walking on thin ice and he knows it too, but Jimin can't help himself because there's just something so satisfying about seeing your body quake with anger like this.

You frown, turning away with a sigh and grumble, "This is going to be a long year."

The blonde flashes back a sickly-sweet smile.

And using your flare of anger to his advantage, he takes the opportunity and does what he does best.

He steps closer.

Just one subtle step, nothing too crazy, yet it's enough to get your spidey-senses tingling and the hairs on your neck stand. You shoot the man a nasty look over your shoulder.

If you have to share any more air with this man-child, you will strangle him.

There's this mocking glimmer in his gaze, bemused by your show of self-restraint to not murder him in front of your colleagues.Especially with that stupidly sexy smirk on his face, you know he's going to make your life a living hell.

He's likely already planning.

"You really think that the year is the only thing that's long?" He provides a lecherous look, eyes trailing down, and low, and then back to you.

You avert your gaze, flustered.

With his ringed finger tickling the cupid's bow of his upper lip, it's painfully obvious he's trying to bring your attention to the smirk slithering up his face, but more importantly see what kind of reaction he could stir next.

Anger?

Embarrassment?

Maybe he could even get you to swear at him?

Now that would be a treat.

Not just anyone had the right to call Jimin a hoe — that title is meant for a whole other set of people he despises with a passion.

And lucky you, you just so happen to be on that list.

As well as his number one target.

It's been such a drag not seeing his favourite little ex after so many years, so now he's come back with a hope to make-up for all the playtime he'd lost.

Jimin tilts his head. "Don't look at me like that unless you're looking for a session on my lap later."

What the actual heck!?

"In your dreams." You scoff.

He pulls back in the comfort of his stance, arms folded over his chest with an eyebrow peeked in skepticism. "Right, but I like reality a lot better. Wet dreams don't do it for me anymore."

His teeth draw his bottom lip.

In a flash Jimin's eyes are on you, almonds of deep chocolate swirl, filled with such shamelessness it begins to make you question your choice of relationships.

And before you know it, there it is; that dangerous look.

One that you don't want to test.

You shiver as one by one, his seemingly fragile fingers — ones that have weaved through you more than a person's favourite book — brush against the arch of your back. All he needs is a hand on your body, and your insides turn to putty.