(Hazbin Hotel au cus I had to get it out of my system. Not much JiminxBTS but it's there. Ok thanks bai)
"Thanks for the fun time, sweet ass"
The passenger car door opened and a pair of black thigh high, high heeled boots stepped out.
"Yeah yeah listen, keep this secret ya hear me?" A melodic voice said.
The figure stepped out of the car before closing the door and running a hand through his silver hair with pink hearts. He leaned down into the rolled down window and rested his arms on the door, peeking his head inside.
"I can't let it get around that I'm giving my services to bums on the streets, got it. It was a quick cash grab and nothing more." The figure said quirking an eyebrow playfully to make sure the man was listening as he rubbed his index finger and thumb together with a wink.
"Sure sure whatever cockslut!" The man laughed, resting his hands on the wheel.
"Ouch! Ooh!" The figure responded sarcastically as he broke away from the window and rested his hands on his head as if he was fainting before turning around with a seductive grin, showing his sharp teeth. He put a hand on his broad chest and rested his other one on his hip as he smiled. "Such an insult."
The man's snarky smile dropped as the figure threw his head back and laughed.
"Ahh, let me know when you come up with something better ya big sack of poorly packaged horse shit!" The figure insulted as he leaned back into the car through the window again and got close to the man's face, pulling him closer to him by the collar of his shirt. "Tell the Mrs I said Hi." He smiled before kissing the man's lips with his plump ones, "Sweetheart."
"Yeah yeah whatever bitch." The man said as the figure broke away from the car again and the man rolled up his window.
He watched the man drive off fast and then a crash over the hill before rolling his eyes. Yup, Park Jimin was a lustful demon and heart breaker. Of course he didn't care what he did. After all it was Hell, what was going to happen to him? His guilt eating at him? Hah! Pathetic! He didn't feel anything other than lust and fun after he died. Hell! It was his past life! Life of the party as his friends always called him him when he was alive.
Jimin put his hands on his hips as he turned around and looked at the corner store he had been dropped off by. His eyes lit up when he saw the drug vending machine outside and immediately went towards it, his heels clicking with every step he took. Jimin reached into the pocket of his tight skinny jeans that hugged in all the right places and took out a Hell Cent. He put it in the slot and scanned all the drugs from top to bottom until he came across his name. More like his porn star name. Yes, Jimin was one of the most famous porn stars down in Hell, did he care? Didn't give a single flying fuck. Everyone in Hell loved him for his body, of course. He was like a drug to them and what was a better drug than the famous Angel Dust blowing you up? After all he did die of a drug overdose from Angel Dust but it was also his persona.
Jimin pushed the name Angel Dust and waited as the machine rumbled before dropping a bag. He pushed open the little door on the bottom and smiled hungrily. He took out the bag with a white powder substance inside and let it rest on his hands. Just as he was about to open it and inhale the shit out of it, a hooded demon came out of nowhere and snatched it out of his palm.
"Hey!"
"Hahaha! Up your ass drag show!" The demon yelled back.
Jimin curled his fists and growled but as luck would have it, a huge boulder came from the sky and crushed the demon. Jimin quirked an eyebrow as he saw the demon's hand twitch along with its other disfigured limbs now. He looked at the scene in front of him and gasped before running over.
