Buttons - The Pussycat Dolls

Jimin was pissed.

No, not was.

He's STILL pissed.

Even while being on the dance floor could he even move properly without glaring at that guy sitting at that same place on the bar, who's back is towards him as he drinks a cold beer.

This guy really had some fucking nerves.

He had such audacity telling Jimin to find someone of lower standards, making Jimin feel like shit on his damn birthday! The fuck, at least he can get dick easily!

He probably hasn't gotten fucked well enough in his life to be bitter about sex.

Fucking asshole!

Much more annoyed with the thought, Jimin purses his lips and rolls his eyes, grunting when an arm wraps around his shoulders with a sloppy kiss pressing against his cheek.

"Why are you so pouty?" Joshua whines from beside him, following Jimin's eye sight before smiling, "That guy you were talking to is hot as fuck by the way."

"And not interested," Jimin mutters sourly, arms crossed, "He was interested in you. Should've seen the way he was eye fucking you when you got up and left. Surprisingly he didn't enjoy my company as much as he would've enjoyed yours."

This made Joshua laugh. Of course it did because he's drunk off his shit.

But thinking on a more logical note, who wouldn't be attracted to Joshua? He is a beautiful person and one loyal fucker too when in a relationship, unlike Jimin. Anyone could see his oozing innocence dripping from miles away.

People dig that these days, innocence.

Something Jimin clearly doesn't have, not like he's ashamed of it either way.

However it's not the type of innocence one would think. Joshua has had his fair share of partners and has messed around with people to this day, but he's innocent in the way that he's just so naïve about the world.

He believes anyone who flashes a kind smile to him is a kind person, so he trusts easily and gets attached quickly.

That's why Jimin preferred diverting this guy's attention away from him and to himself instead, just to make sure this man doesn't have some ill intention.

Unfortunately it's a good thing he pushed Jimin away, that comes to show that he's not lured so easily to anyone.

Good for Joshua if they do get into a relationship- Woah thinking too much ahead.

Coward can't even talk to Joshua in the first pla-

"Well in that case," Joshua adjusts his blazer and fixes his hair, "Time to introduce myself."

Never mind then.

Before Jimin could even stop him, Joshua was already approaching the guy and sits beside him with a tap on his shoulder. This guy seriously had some audacity to even smile back at him and shake his hand, not holding onto that sour look like when he was talking with Jimin.

The sight of his smiling cheeks meeting his eyes nearly made Jimin puke out his organs, maybe even grip his glass of the Sex On The Beach drink so tightly it that it nearly shattered on his palm.

This guy really did nudge Jimin's ego big time.

Who the fuck does this fucker think he is acting like he's some royal fucker? He's just as average as anyone here! Not wanting to talk to Jimin because of his supposed standards- fuck off.

He's not even that handsome, come on!

The longer Joshua stayed sitting beside him, the two even laughing at some point within their conversation, Jimin only slams the glass cup on a random table and began to do what he's most definitely good at.

Be the Prince of Sins.

And hopefully draw some attention to have a distraction for tonight.

It's his fucking birthday! No shitty asshole is going to change his mood!

So Jimin began to dance on the floor, swaying his himself to the music and losing himself to the beat. His lazy smile was what did it most of the time and it definitely did wonders when not long enough he felts hands slither around his waist from behind, yanking him closer so he's dancing against a pelvis.

And this man is definitely packed and horny.

"You're so pretty," The husky voice crawls against his ear, running a hand up his torso and dig their fingers against the fishnet stockings.

Bingo.

Jimin didn't waste time in turning around, meeting the surprisingly - and not so old thankfully- attractive male's heavy gaze with arms around his neck. He didn't even bother diving into looking more on his features because that didn't matter, all that did was how good his stroke game is.

"Let's have some fun, yeah?"

From one moment to the next, to the dance floor and now against a door, Jimin's body found itself being pushed past the bathroom door with lips attacking his own. It usually doesn't take long for Jimin to usually get what he wants, this being a perfect example of just that.

But unfortunately this has to be the most sloppiest kiss Jimin has ever had with someone in his life, and it was excruciatingly disgusting by how much drool is coming out of this guy's mouth.

Or how he even uses his tongue to spread it all over Jimin's lips.

What was his name again?

Suho?

Ah that's the first name that comes to Jimin's head so that's what he's going to refer to him as.

This is going to be kept as a note to self for Jimin to never do whatever spit shit this guy is doing to any of his sex partners.

This is just horrifying, but at least he gets dick.

So Jimin ignores the whole spit action Suho has on his mouth as he's pressed back against the wall, legs wrapped around Suho's torso as the man continues to pour praises to how pretty Jimin is.

Praising kink would be someone's desire- of course it's nice for the first few fucking sessions - but Jimin already knows he's pretty so being reminded of it gets annoying to a certain extent.

Shit Jimin doesn't even know what his kinks are anymore by how much he's experimented with literally everything, so nothing really sets him off so easily.

But one thing for sure is that this guy talks way too much.

"Please stop talking," Jimin manages to choke out through the kiss, moaning when Suho rubs his dick with his hand over his pants.

Okay maybe this won't be completely bad after all-

The bathroom door suddenly swings open, snapping both of the heated male's attention while Jimin rolls his eyes in annoyance to the distraction.

That definitely sky rocketed when he saw who it was.

Since Jimin doesn't know a name to the pretty face yet, he's just going to refer to him as Joshua's shitty lover for now.

The same guy from the bar, who told Jimin off without even batting an eye.

Not only is he a sadist for rejecting and crushing someone's ego, but now he's a cockblocker.

Marvelous.

The guy with the pushed back brunette hair glances between Jimin and Suho - whims still holding Jimin up against the wall- and then he smiles.

"Oh please don't mind me, beer just dropped to my hands," He waves indifferently, going to the sink, "Please don't let me stop you. I'm sure getting nasty in the bathroom won't give you too many infections."

Is he fucking serious right now?

Jimin didn't even bother hiding his glare, wanting to slam this guy's face against the mirror repeatedly until he fucking bleeds, but Suho distracted those thoughts when he continued to kiss his neck. With his teeth he tugs the chocker on Jimin's neck to kiss his skin before trailing up and meeting his lips once again.

And that's when an idea blossomed Jimin's mind.

A marvelous and such a Jimin type of idea.

Haha this guy is about to be real uncomfortable now.

Jimin glances at Joshua's lover washing his hands with his back towards them and couldn't help but grin before kissing Suho harder, a moan coming out of both of their lips.

Jimin let himself get more into it, roughing it up as he began to kiss the guy's neck hard and tugs his skin with his teeth before going back up to meet his lips. Clearly Suho was already into it and making this far more rougher and needy than Jimin expected, but he usually has this effect on people.

Most of the time.

However now with a purpose, it's spicing things up a bit.

He wants this guy to know what he's missing out when he rejected Jimin, and that's on a good time. Oh how Jimin wants him to just crave him, even after that little fucked up moment at the bar.

So he gasps louder when Suho presses himself closer between his legs, and made sure their kissing sounds just as loud and desperate for more.

Then Jimin flutters his eyes open and glances to the sink, meeting directly with Joshua's lover cold stare from the reflection of the mirror. So Jimin sends him a smirk with a lip bite when Suho goes to trace his collarbones with his lips, making sure he feels extremely uncomfortable enough to leave already with the need to get fucked tonight.

However he didn't do that.

Of course he didn't.

Because this fucker knows how to resist.

Instead the guy turns around, arms crossed, and he watches them; looking directly into Jimin's eyes.

This made Jimin's smirk drop, transforming his eyes into a harsh glare but like hell he's one to give in so easily. So he stares directly back at him as he continues to kiss Suho, sighing shakily when he began to grind more between his legs, making Jimin's head pin back to the wall as more newer hickeys are displayed on his skin much to his distaste for it.

At that moment Jimin no longer felt powerful.

Not once did his gaze falter away from the man watching them, but he began to want to squirm to his intense and empty gaze to the scene with this new heat entering his body.

He's watching Jimin in that same way his tone snapped at him earlier.

Cold and bitter.

He did not look amused, aroused, or even tempted, but he did look as though he was tearing Jimin's mask out of his face with both of their challenging gaze fighting a battle between each other.

That Jimin was losing, terribly.

Usually Jimin never minded someone staring at him as he gets it on with someone else, but now all he wants is to leave and never step foot in this club again by how small and intimidated he feels at this moment.

He hates feeling like this.

Seconds passed and the overwhelming sensation grew too feverish to bare that Jimin was just about to push Suho off him to the uncontrollable mass emotions he's feeling, but Joshua's shitty lover moves first in taking out something from his pocket -what looks like a sharpie- and removes the cap. He gives one last look to Jimin before turning to the mirror, slicing the tension, and writing something on the glass with it.

What the fuck is he doing?!

A shiver ran down Jimin's spine to the squeaks of the sharpie pressing against the glass purposely, grinding his teeth together just as the man was done writing, without saying another word walks out the bathroom as though nothing is happening.

With his mark staring right back at Jimin as though he was still here like a haunting curse.

A word.

A name.

Spawn.

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A/N:
Man this is so intense while rereading it again.

And now I have to be more careful since I'm editing any errors, so reading every detail had me like 0.0

I PURPLE YOU! <333