pro·voc·a·tive
/prəˈväkədiv/
adjective
causing annoyance, anger, or another strong reaction, especially deliberately.
arousing sexual desire or interest, especially deliberately.
You and your best friend were visiting South Korea. There was a large club and you both decided to go. You both didn't have anything else to do and you were already dressed pretty cute. Even though you two were a bit out of place, there were actually a couple other black people there along with other races.
As you both danced, you noticed the attention was on you. Maybe it was because the way your outfit showed your body right without being too revealing. Maybe it was the way you moved. You just happened to look out in the crowd and saw a guy around your age watching you with a smirk.
"Girl Jimin eyeing the mess outta you." A black girl says and you look at her.
"Who?" You ask, still dancing and she starts to dance.
"Jimin. He's the one you caught staring."
"Oh him, I wouldn't give him my time of night. Probably just wants sex." You say and she hums.
"Busan boys don't work like that. Trust, I have one myself." She says and on que some guy comes up.
"Hey Kook, ready?" She ask and he nods.
"Have fun" She smiles and you turn around and jump when you notice Jimin right there.
"I don't want sex." You state and he chuckles.
"Trust me Jagi, I don't either." He says and you hum as you both look at each other.
"Let me buy you a drink." He says and you think about it for a bit.
"Let me come with you." You say so you could watch him. He accepts without a problem and you both head to the bar and he orders something.
Straight from the bar tender, he slides it over to you and orders one for himself. You both start to talk and you realize you completely misjudged him. Yes he was flirty but it wasn't too much. He was very funny with a unique sense of humor.
Drink after drink you both were able to hold your alcohol but after a while, you were getting a bit tipsy. You both head to the dance floor and start to dance. The music became provocative which didn't help yours or his situation.
Soon you both found yourself in an apartment. As Jimin sat in the middle of the bed with you straddling him, fingers running through his black hair as he laid a trail of kisses down your neck.
He slides your straps off before look up at you.
"Do you wish to go further?" He asks, asking for consent.
"Yes."
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You woke up the next morning under some sheets. You slowly sit up and rub your eyes. You look over and saw a folded note in the empty space besides you. You read the note that says go downstairs and there was an extra set of clothes for you so you wouldn't put on the clothes you had last night.
You look over and saw a pair of fitted sweats with a t shirt and sweatshirt. You smile and take the clothes and get dressed.
You head downstairs and see Jimin sitting criss cross on the couch while eating and watching TV. He looks over at you and smiles. You smile back at him and sit next to him.
"There's breakfast in the kitchen. I can take you to your place once you're done eating. There's also headache medicine for you next to a bottle of water in there on the counter. Unless you just want me to take you home now?" He asks and you shake your head.
" I can eat. Thank you Jimin. " You say and walk in the kitchen to make your food.
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"Text me when you make it to your room alright? Don't be a stranger as well. You can text me whenever." Jimin says and you thank him.
"Thanks Jimin."
"No problem (Y/N)"
Once you make it to your room your friend hugs you tightly. You notice she was crying and you remembered you actually went with her to a club the night before.
"Sorry I was caught up someone."
"Don't so that again. Anyways, who was it? You were gone for so long now I need the detail."
"All you need to know, that tongue and stroke game ain't no joke." You tease and text Jimin saying you made it.
"You got his number?!"
"Busan boys do it right, they're not just provocative."