Intoxicating [VMinkook]

Forty Two

Small Doses - Bebe Rexha (would recommend the male version)

(A/N: So I'm do something different here. Since this is a 2Min scene, I usually would write their Spanish conversation. However I really want you guys to grasp the scene to the full extension and sometimes going to the comments for translation loses its touch to the moment. So I'm write their conversation in English but in reality they're speaking this in Spanish, just so you guys can read this more comfortably hehe)

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This is stupid.

Complete and utterly stupid.

Jimin is already regretting every single life decision he's ever made in a matter of seconds. He has ran over the possibilities of how he can convince Taemin to buy his drugs, even if this is all fake and just practice.

He needs to do this right, if not than he knows for a fact that Taemin will run his tongue on how much of a pathetic dealer he is.

As if he can do better.

Well he can actually, Jimin has seen it first hand.

Okay he can do this, he just has to convince him and that's it.

That simple.

Jimin hesitantly stands there in front of the door, dressed as though a unicorn puked on him with a red long sweater and black pants, tapping his foot outside Taemin's door anxiously as he waits for him to answer.

This is the most color he's ever worn in general, even if it's just a red sweater.

He even combed his hair forward to it covers his forehead in hopes that does some justice in the innocent and cute look, figuring out his inner feminine whatever that means.

This is going to end up as a disaster, and maybe a hit with the chancla by Taemin for not being 'expressive'.

Another reason to get this right.

The door to the form suddenly opens, revealing Taemin standing there. For a second Jimin had to do a double take to not completely stare at him without getting caught.

Taemin looks like a fucking gang leader.

Hair is a tousled mess, revealing his two eyebrow slits in a perfect view. White t-shirt but with a black jean jacket and black jeans, fitting his body perfectly and snug.

Such a contrast to how he was dressed for the club.

Now he looks manly, much more intimidating than Jimin's whole entire attire, if anything extremely big and tough even without tattoos.

Fuck Jimin feels so small.

Taemin only gives a one eye over to his outfit before moving aside to let him in, not even acknowledging it.

Is he serious right now?

Jimin rolls his eyes to not say a snarky remark and storms inside, practically stomps in, instantly being aware to the silence. Roommate is probably out, so they're just here alone.

At least no one will be here to witness seeing him dressed like this.

But what his sharp eyes didn't notice was how Taemin locked the door behind him as he closed it, eyes focused on Jimin with an intense stare.

It's quiet, confirming Jimin's assumptions of it being empty. Wordlessly Taemin steps more into the living room and sits in the couch that's facing the door, legs spread and hands on his thighs, starring directly at Jimin with narrowed eyes.