Jimin's leaning on my door frame, an elbow propped up against it.  His other hand is on his hip, his legs crossed.  He looks at me and licks his lips, holding the bottom one in between his teeth. 

"Fuck, you look sexy."  He says, his voice deep and sorta raspy, yet soft like butter, a low volume to it.  It has a...mysterious vibe to it...and I like it. 

"Thank you.  You don't look bad yourself."  I gawk at him, eyeing him up and down.  I'm slightly amused, though, seeing as though we're accidentally matching. 

He's wearing a black shirt, black boots, and a black leather jacket with matching black leather jeans.  "You ready to go, Kitten?" 

Ready to go downtown on you?  Yeah.  "Yes, oppa."  I smirk and close the door.  As I begin to walk to his car, my hips swaying naturally, he bites his lower lip as a smile slowly etches across his face, staring at me.