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You were window-shopping at the mall when the shoe store called out to you. You were in need of a new pair of shoes (because you can never have too many shoes) and decided to see what the store hand to offer. Walking in, your eyes scanned around, waiting for something to pique your interests. While you didn’t immediately notice any shoes that you couldn’t live without, you did notice the nicest ass and thighs you’d ever seen on a man. He was bent over, tying the laces of a pair of sneakers and you marveled at the strength of his pants, straining to contain all he had to offer. His eyes scanned up, looking at himself in the full-length mirror in front of him and in the process, caught you staring.
“Are you checking out my ass?” He said, turning around to face you, his face scrunched up in an amused smile.
“Bitch, I might be!” You replied without thinking. (Your brain-to-mouth filter had checked out sometime after you saw the thighs of a god trying to force themselves through the seams of his jeans.)
He fixed you with a sexy stare, taking a few steps towards you as your eyes took inventory of the front of his body. He wasn’t overly tall, but he was taller than you. Thick thighs gave way to a toned abdomen and defined biceps. Every article of clothing on his body seemed to pull and tug over the strong lines he could only achieve by serious time spent in the gym. What got you the most was his baby face. Full lips, rounded cheeks and beautiful eyes were staring intensely at you and you couldn’t help but want to step even closer.
“Well, does the rest of me live up to my ass?” He asked cheekily, standing just inside your personal space.
His intense stare was beginning to be too much for you. You felt your eyes drop, a blush dusting your cheeks. Avoiding his eyes, you focused on his hands. They matched the rest of his body, small, but thick. He reached up, poking your forehead with one of his fingers to regain your attention. It was then that you noticed the tattoo on his forearm. Grabbing his hand and turning his arm so you could read the words, you felt your stomach drop. You put your own arm next to his to confirm that this was, in fact, your soulmate. Sure enough, your arm now carried a tattoo of his words. His eyes followed yours, taking in the new marks before he threw his hands in the air in exacerbation.
“Great! How are we going to explain this to our kids? ‘Yes, kids, Mommy is a perv and both of us have foul mouths. Ugh. How embarrassing.” He sighed, only mildly annoyed.
“I don’t think anyone will need an explanation as to why I was staring at your ass. That thing should be displayed in an art museum.” You replied.
He giggled once again, and you could swear you heard angels sing. The sound so light and beautiful. You were definitely in trouble having a soulmate this adorable. There was no way you’d ever be able to say no to him.
“I’m Park Jimin, by the way.” He said.
You introduced yourself and shook his hand.
“Now, since you’re my soulmate, I need your opinion. The shoes. Yes or no?” He asked, turning side to side to model them, giving you that sexy stare again.
Yep. You were definitely in trouble with this one.