brothell

@〈 kim taehyung 〉ʇʞɹɯ jimin's gaze flits towards taehyung, smiling against the brim of the crystalline cup that holds his poison of the night. he looks divine, with regal features, chiseled to perfection by the god's that were of the past. he practically preens as he hears just how he had searched for him. he wants him. wants to be near him, around him. wants to actually pursue the edge that teeters on the red light, in many senses of the phrase. jimin leans over towards him, placing a delicate kiss against taehyung's jaw in a greeting, before coiling back to taste his drink. let him buy another drink? "be my guest, you'll have a lot of explaining to do." he tuts, playfully so, before turning to watch the bartender make magic behind the counter.

"so, you couldn't help yourself, mm? about my note?" about his proposition, about everything. jimin's leg brushes against taehyung's after he's settled comfortably in his seat, purposely spread, teasing. this seven days was going to be an absolute hell for taehyung, that is, if he doesn't live up to expectations. "i don't think it would be fun to play you, though. i rather liked our little chat that we had, how you seemed so positively .. full of yourself." to fill him, crudely so. jimin's playing with fire, but he can't stop the teasing, can't stop the chill that drives up his spine as adrenaline comes in the form of a wanton mistress.

@〈 park jimin ; d 〉ʇɓɯ truly, he didn’t expect it; what he had expected was for jimin to disappear-- vanish out of thin air or rather avoid him to that point. though, he had felt the remote interest leaking from the male’s words in the past, it didn’t necessarily mean much. easily could have been a fluke and while, he should be able to tell- if viewed as a business perspective, it sounded like jimin was intrigued by his taunts and words. he could be wrong; inexperience allows leeway and he preferred his lips to be glued shut and allowed things to occur the way it did. a note? at first he thought it was joke and it would be normalized. sharp eyes passing by the other demons waiting for the punchline but only a weird glance was thrown at his direction. and he still thought of it as a joke, rummaging through his clothes; hands grazing some tight black jeans, loose-fitted white button with sleeves, and a loose tie.

his body slid over the bodies at the club, nose wrinkling at the stench before heading towards the bar in which the note had directed him at.tongue darting over his lips, not out of nerves but simply at the other man's presence. intoxicating to him, at least. his fingers twitch, brushing against the male’s arm, a way of calling attention-- to get him to look up at him. any sort of contact. “here i was thinking that there was a possibility that you played me. had to think of a whole goose chase until i found you,” his voice coming out a bit too sharp for his liking, a forked like tongue waiting to spew poison at any prospect. in any case, at least his eyes with soft; they dropped as he drunk in jimin’s presence. brown hues fidgeting as he scanned his appearance with an appreciative twitch at the corner of his lips, finally settling down with a chair as his finger wagged over the bartender, “let me buy you another drink? as compensation for being late?” his lips jutted out before a snicker escaped his lips, teeth sinking down to his lips not a moment after.

@〈 kim taehyung 〉ʇʞɹɯ [] i'm assuming this is what u meant by tavern /DIES I CAN'T FIND THE TAVERN!!! ANYWAYS.

it was a mess, the second floor. not that anything happened, but the way everything works, how everyone works together, the tensions that pair with one another, and how they mellow each other out. the balances that he had seen in the few times he's been there has always been astounding. expect nothing less of them, them and their spectacular work ethic. there were a few ... mishaps, though. things he didn't plan - like a certain taehyung not being around. it had made him write out a note, a meeting place where they could converse, and even in a place where it would be more beneficial for taehyung. brothell, stupid name, at 7 pm, sharp. he settles at the bar, watching the way people gyrate against one another, how they exchange passion in various forms - although the more raunchy of the forms was in back rooms. he shrugs as he sips on his bloody mary, deciding that the drink is much worse in human standards than demon, and he quickly orders something more to his liking. a simple scotch, amber in color, lovely to see. he sits up straighter, glancing towards the door for the nth time that evening. had taehyung even gotten his message? had someone else snatched it up, and decided to play a dirty trick on him? it would ruin the mood, and his outfit. his skinny jeans that were to die for, outlining his legs, tight at his hips, and his blood red, silk button down, top two buttons left undone, for the sole purpose to let taehyung see the little beauty marks on his collarbones, the pretty imperfections that are scattered like kisses against his skin. oh, what a treat.