J.M.

Independent. 24. Bartender. Para. AU. Mature.

[intoxicatedpark]

[ SEND A TEXT FOR MY MUSE'S RESPONSE ]

[text]: Fuck you.

[text]: Where are you?

[text]: I'm sick.

[text]: I love you.

[text]: I wish I could be with you right now.

[text]: I'm at your door.

[text]: Is that all you care about?

[text]: Please stop talking about her/him.

[text]: Just come over, watch a movie, and cuddle with me.

[text]: Don't even start.

[text]: Is that all I am to you?

[text]: Help me.

[text]: Wait, what happened?

[text]: I can't go to sleep because you're on my mind.

[text]: I miss you.

[text]: Good night.

[text]: Stop leaving me voicemails, I'm not going to forgive you.

[text]: Tell me you didn't forget.

[text]: I've had such a bad day.

[text]: Don't talk to me ever again.

[text]: I have nothing if I don't have you.

[text]: After all we've been through, you can't leave me... please.

[text]: Breaking up over a text? You've stooped that low?

[text]: Can you stop ignoring me for a second?

[text]: Sometimes I worry that you won't know how much

[intoxicatedpark]

Last night’s client was well stocked. Snagged this bad boy on my way out the door. Thought he might miss it, but I figured he would miss me more. A picture should suffice. Well, until he comes crawling back into the club tonight, begging for another night of attention. The begging is my favorite part. They’re so confident, so persistent, seeing their face when they get rejected makes it all worth the endless pleas coming from their lips. 

[intoxicatedpark]

The bathroom is always a weird place to visit once it starts to get late. It’s always a mess, but that will be a given at any location where a mass of bodies and drinks can be found. Yet, he always finds it amusing. He is assured to find something new every night, nothing ever repeating both in words and in pictures. And yet, he finds himself upset. No one seems to take into consideration how much work goes into to cleaning the place up once it closes. It’s a good thing he never stays into the late morning to be on that team. Still, he can’t help but to pity the poor soul who does; can’t help but to pity how much every single word affects him and reminds him of what was. What could have been. No, he doesn’t pity the soul for playing the game all those months ago, before he felt the need to fill out an application to get closer to the man who worked the bar well into the night. 

[intoxicatedpark]

Park Jimin, the guy who has everything, and yet nothing all at once.  He easily manipulates others by his looks alone, ensuring his desires are within reach. His sweet, angelic smile capturing the eyes of all who see it, everyone falling for the gentle curve of his lips. His soft spoken words mesmerizing the ears who are lucky enough to hear it. The tiniest sway of his hips and the lingering, featherlike touches sealing the deal of the game he lays out, confident that he will come out victorious at the end of the day. And he does. At the young age of 24, Jimin has found life boring. He takes it upon himself to seek out enjoyment in others, making it a game. He picks his target, seduces them, beds them, and sneaks out with their wallet in hand. Welcome to the game of Park Jimin.

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