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36: ghost / jihope

GHOST
( part 1 )

WORD COUNT 2K
OVERVIEW "i'm searching for something that i can't reach" ( 90s au, inspired by the movie ghost, with patrick swayze. warning for homophobic slurs )

PLAYLIST ghost / halsey, lust for life / iggy pop

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JIMIN DID NOT like the cheap end of town. it all smelt like cigarette ash and shitty, cheap, bum-standard alcohol, guys like jimin got oogled by assholes, and guys like hoseok got hit on by girls who made jimin turn green with envy. hoseok had had to keep a tight grip on jimin's waist the whole night; to establish dominance over him for the assholes oogling jimin's ass, and to tell the girls he wasn't straight.

"i fuckin' hate this side of town," hoseok sighed in that way of his that he had, cupping a cigarette in his hand as he and jimin stopped by a bare brick wall for a cigarette break. "i'm sorry for bringin' you here, babydoll, y'know if i had known those assholes were gonna be skulking around i'd've gone somewhere nicer. i mean, you deserve a nicer place, classy babe like you-"

"-seok," jimin interrupted, looking at hoseok in a deadpan kind of way, head tilted to the side and red lipstick smudged down below his lips thanks to hoseok. "look, baby, i know you think i'm some classy chick, but that club was alright, despite the fuckin' idiots starin' at my ass."

"i woulda knocked them on their ass if they even thought about touchin' you," hoseok mumbled in in his raspy voice, dragging on his cigarette. jimin laughed sarcastically.

"well, casanova, you better head back and knock 'em all down, because about half of their skanky, compton-rate asses were thinkin' about gangbanging me to next fucking tuesday," jimin raised an eyebrow, resting his foot against the wall. anger boiled in hoseok's eyes (he was the overly jealous type), and his jaw clenched. "oh, baby, don't worry, most men like those walkin' cunts have those kinda thoughts. it's charmin', really, i should be flattered-"

jimin couldn't finish, because hoseok threw away his cigarette and shoved him up against the wall, a hand on his thigh and the other keeping his trachea against the brick. it wasn't threatening, as of such, it was just hoseok's jealous, dominant side showing through, and jimin could feel the brick through his flimsy white shirt, his heart rate speeding up ever so slightly.

"you're mine," hoseok whispered, stating a fact that they both knew, his voice low as his dark eyes made contact with jimin's blue ones (coloured contact lenses). "you know that? your pretty little body," his hand trailed from jimin's trachea to his chest, calloused fingers rubbing against jimin's sensitive nipples, the red head not allowing a sound to escape. "your tight little ass," the hand squeezed at jimin's ass roughly through his pants. "your lips, your ass, your gorgeous body," he punctuated his words with quick nips at jimin's skin, his neck blossoming with purple flowers. "all mine, jiminie."

"i-i know, seokie," jimin nodded. hoseok pulled back, smiling cheekily.

"good."

jimin rolled his eyes, shoving hoseok's chest and huffing. "ass," he said, hoseok slinging an arm around his shoulders as they continued to walk down the dark, dingy streets of downtown compton.

"you are what you eat." hoseok said simply. jimin rolled his eyes again. "'m cold," he whispered. hoseok immediately reacted, pulling off his huge red leather jacket and putting it on jimin's shoulder, the shorter boy smiling softly. he and hoseok had a stark contrast between their appearances; hoseok was in tight leather jeans, a ramones longsleeve shirt slipping off his shoulder, and his hair was a dark black-brown, while his small boyfriend was in high waisted blue jeans, a white button up tucked into them, his hair a bright red which clashed with hoseok's jacket. their height difference was the most noticeable, and it made hoseok's dominance over jimin more obvious.