You had been teasing him all night at the club, staring into his eyes intensely with that look that only he knew what it entailed. He knew the devious way your eyes sparkled only ever meant trouble, and the upwards curl of your cheeky grin only further encouraged his assumptions.
He watched you, as he sipped on his drink, with fire burning in his veins, and a hot issue in his pants. He watched you twirl, and spin, and shake your hips to the rhythm of the music, teasingly, the way you knew drove him insane. And every time he attempted to go near you, you smirked, and took a step back.
He restrained himself from grabbing you, and pushing you up against the wall, the way he knew you wanted him to, and limited himself to staring from a distance. Until you decided to take your game up a notch. He watched, as you placed your hand on Jimin’s arm, and gave him the look you had once given him, so long ago, when you had first tried to get him to dance with you, and Taehyung felt his blood boil.
Jimin looked a little taken aback, he looked around, but somehow didn’t manage to find Taehyung, who was now glaring at him. Nonetheless, Jimin looked at you, and the little dress you were wearing and bit his lip. Taehyung couldn’t blame him, not really, you were too tempting to reject, but he still had hopes that Jimin would refuse to dance with you out of respect for him. He was wrong.
