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The masquerade party had more people than expected. The two criminals had assumed that the party would be close-knit.
Jimin is the first to step out of the car and it's almost instant that he catches everyone's attention. The lighting from outside the penthouse building seemed to bounce off the diamond-embedded dress. The piece seems to fit perfectly on his shoulders and hug his figure in all the right places. The slit over his right leg traveled far up to his hip.
With Jimin's body-type, it was quick obvious that the administrator had a thing for men like him.
Administrator Lim, finally getting out of the car, comes to Jimin's side. He held Jimin's clown mask in his hands. It put a smile on his face.
"Lets go inside." Lim urges quietly. With a sharp glance, Jimin links his arm with the other's before the two make it up the stairs and into the penthouse suite. The place was filled with upper class citizens of Gotham, all dressed in their finest clothing. Like before, many eyes laid on Jimin as the two entered. Male eyes wandered and female eyes glared. However, Jimin ignores them all and takes Lim with him to get a drink.
He chuckles when he feels Lim's hand trembling.
"Act natural, Hyundwae. You don't want to cause suspicion, do you?" He asks, glaring up at him sensually. Administrator Lim shakes his head, his hand going still. Jimin smiles before taking a sip from his glass.
"Good boy...now run along. I have business to take care of." He unlinks his arm and watches as the older moves to converse with other naturally. Jimin doesn't hesitate to glance around the room. His eyes meet with another man and he senses something familiar about him. However, he doesn't pay it any mind. With his mask in hand, he makes sure no one is looking before sneaking through the kitchen door.
When he gets back there, he's met with a broad man that has his back turned. Jimin clears his throat to catch his attention.
"Um...hello. I'm sorry to intrude but...I was wondering if you have anything...um...better than champagne?" The man turns towards him, shifting his apron and crossing his arms across his chest. Jimin lets his eyes scan the man up in down, biting on his bottom lip. He almost couldn't hold back his laughter at the slight change in the man's stature.
"What do you mean better?"
"Well...maybe you've got somethin' I can drink..." he comes closer and glances down at the man's belt.
"...that's a little harder than champagne." Jimin pulls a flask room the the top of his dress and waves it.
"I've brought this with me, but it can only last little ole me for so long. Do you think you can help me with something like that?" The man chuckles and steps forward while licking his lips. He looked down at Jimin, the smaller reading him easily.
"So if I help you...you gotta help me with a little something. If you catch my drift." Jimin forces out a giggle, mentally wanting to take his lover's gun and splatter his own brains against the mental tables that surrounded him.
"Alright...lets get this out of the way, shall we?" The man smirks before hooking a finger under the smaller's chin. A kiss is placed on his lips and Jimin immediately compares it to the the rush he's used to getting with Jungkook's kisses. However, he doesn't focus on it too much for the sake of this plan playing out perfectly.
So he kisses him back and the man takes it as a sigh to push onward. He picks Jimin up by his ass and the two go crashing against the nearby wall. Jimin is sat on the counter and sighs when kisses are trailed down his neck.
