Jimin was a graffiti artist, always running from the cops when he was caught vandalizing trains and walls in the city. Currently he was working on a piece on a huge wall across the police station. He wasn't caught yet, but all he had done was "fuck". He took his spray paint cans and started to spray the rest, "fuck the police". He put it in nice, big letters, spraying on a happy face and a gun with the words fuck on it.
Jimin was smoking a cigarette, taking off his sweater in the hot summer weather ( don't ask why he was wearing one, he found it a little cold in the morning but it changed throughout the day ) and revealing his thin, white muscle tank, showing off all his tattoos, each design created by him. His muscle tank has a shit ton of paint all over it, he tends to get paint on every one of his tanks.
He brushes his silver hair out of his face, a bit of his roots showing. He was kneeling on his feet as he continued to mark up the wall, cigarette in his mouth and ashing on the floor every once in a while. He knew he looked damn hot, his tattoos glistened with sweat, his petite body in black baggy jeans, the tank was tight showing off his abs. He was well built but super muscular, he was still thin, just in good shape.
His favorite tattoo was across his neck. A line across it and underneath it it said "cut here". He thought it would look sick as fuck, and, well, it was. People didn't like messing with Jimin, he just wasn't the type to fuck with. He could fight, he was a good fighter, which is why he was never really messed with.
He took a drag of his cigarette and blew it out with a loud exhale. He continued to work on his masterpiece, deciding to add some of his tattoos on the wall just because he can. He loves all his tattoos and doesn't regret one.
His stomach grumbled. "Fuck." he whined. He didn't wanna stop now, but he was hungry as fuck. He got up and put his paint in his black Lamborghini, people not knowing how he got so much money but he made bank off of selling art and, well, stripping. Graffiti artist by day, stripper by night.
The ladies loved him, thought he was a real hottie and he knew he was hot. He knew he was damn sexy, and the men loved him, too. He's given a couple of lap dances to straight men who were questioning their sexuality and they usually ended up being bisexual or gay. He was THAT hot and great at his job. He's glad he got that job, it gives him a lot of money; people threw coins, which was eh, but he's gotten people who have rained hundreds on him. He'd usually end up sucking the dudes off as a thanks for all that money. He was working tonight, and it was getting a little late so he decided to stop. He got into the car and drove off fast, hoping to find some place to eat before he got home and got ready.
He drove on a deserted road fast, no cops were ever there so he thought fuck it, it's a fast way of getting to any restaurant he feels like.
His day turned unlucky as the police put on their sirens and he looked in the mirror.
"Fuck!" he shouted, hitting his steering wheel and pulling off to the side of the road, leaning back, one hand on the wheel and another covering his mouth. He waited for the cop to come, and when he did, his eyes widened.
Not your average cop, for sure. He was hot as fuck, most were older in their fortys or fifties but this guy was probably in his early twenties. He had black, long hair and a mole underneath his bottom lip. That's hot, he thought.
"Yes officer?" Jimin said, hoping he could seduce this hottie into not giving him a ticket.
"You know why I pulled you over, right?" the officer said, his body showed his strong, bigger arms and he was built bigger than Jimin but not too muscular. The perfect top.
"Because I'm too hot and you can't resist me?" Jimin said, batting his eyelashes.
The officer raised his brow at him. "No. You were going twenty over the speed limit. License and registration, please." the officer said. Jimin looked at his badge. His name was Jeon Jungkook. Officer Jeon Jungkook. He's definitely gonna be shouting that name when he gets him to screw him in his car. Jimin looked into his glove box and gave him everything he needed. The officer named Jungkook looked at it and handed it back to Jimin.
