Still Your Best

Word Count: 1094
Warnings:Nothing much, a little angsty and borderline toxic.
A/N:Back again with my favorite toxic boy. Do I think Park Jinyoung is a toxic person, no but I don’t know him. Do I think he could possibly have a propensity for toxicity? Of course, I assume the worst about everyone, duh. Anywho this could technically, might be a continuation/same wavelength of Like I Want You. I might keep him my toxic boy, idk yet.

“Heard you got a new man.”

You rolled your eyes at the sound of his voice.  Your back going rigid as you sat straighter–taller–and holding your head higher, regal like the Queen you were, while you kept your eyes on the people dancing across the room.  It was almost Pavlovian, the feel of his presence, his voice or the sight of him making you feel more and less than all at once.  It was the best and worst relationship you had had to date.

Toxic as Joker and Harley but damn it if he wasn’t just so god damn addicting.

“Was I supposed to wait for you to remember I exist?  Sounds sad and pathetic,” Jinyoung gasped sarcastically at your words.  The words he himself used when you told him his love was bad for you.  Those words that were spoken never left him, they were the truth though and he knew that.  He didn’t think you would move on easily though.  How could you not want him back.  Jinyoung leaned against the back of your booth, his cologne wrapping itself around you.  He smelled sweet but warm, spicy yet a touch of floral.  He smelled like sex should, that beautiful blend of masculine and feminine perfectly married together on skin.  You could smell notes of peach and cognac on him, he had sprayed it within the past couple of hours.

“To what do I owe the pleasure Park Jinyoung?  As you can see, I’m out with coworkers and I really don’t need you causing any issues for me tonight.”  You picked up your drink, some overly sweet and fruity concoction the girls had ordered for the table.  Without looking you could sense the smirk on those full lips, no doubt preparing to speak something demeaning.

“It’s almost disrespectful,” he started before straightening to his full height and walking around the booth.  Once he was within your line of sight you tried to cover the slight hitch in your breath.  He looked good and he knew it, that was part of the problem.  And  you would be damned if you gave him the satisfaction of garnering a reaction from you.  His dark hair, longer now and graced with the slightest chestnut brown highlights.  His stylist was blessed, the coloring almost perfectly natural, it complimented his sun kissed skin magnificently.  Son of a bitch looked GOOD and the outfit was simple but perfect, of course.  Tight black tee shirt under an ink black leather jacket and pants so tight they might as well be painted on.

He slid into the booth next to you, long arm resting around your shoulders, never touching but close enough to feel the heat of his body.  “This new guy, it’s disrespectful to me.”  You turned to him at that, ready to start up when you saw the smirk on his lips.  Taking a deep breath you turned away from him again.  “That’s a downgrade and you know it.”

You laughed at that.  “Here I thought there was nothing lower than you.”  Taking another sip of your drink you let him stew in the silence, he always hated that.  The silence is deafening, no matter how loud the club you sat in was, your silence to him was greater.

“Just let me know baby.”  He lifted the bourbon to his lips as you turned to him, the question evident in your arched brow.  “When you wanna come back.”  His eyes crinkled as he smiled, the tumbler sitting on his lip before he downed the rest of his drink.  You’re meant to take it slow, savor it.  He can still hear your voice the first time he tried the drink with you.

His ego was bruised.  He can admit it, he was man enough for that.

“I can lay you on your back, do that thing you like, just like that.  I know you missed the way I used to grab you,” he closed the distance between you as his arm wrapped fully around you.  Rough fingers ran across your upper arm while the warm supple leather of his arm groaned as it rubbed against the booth.  “Your body knows me.  I’m still your best,” his lip caught against your bare shoulder as he spoke before leaving a wet kiss on the goosebumps he left behind.

“I hope you know,” you turned quickly, forcing him to back away or crash together.  “I hate you and I hate me for giving you enough thought to hate you.  I loved you and you couldn’t see that and accept it.”

“Love it or hate it, I’m the one that got away.  You want me back, go ahead and say it.  Baby, it’s okay.”  He placed two fingers under your chin, his head tilting slightly as if he was going to kiss you.  Goddess, you missed those lips but you made no move toward him.  You just stared at him as he studied your face deciding if he would finally destroy you with those next words.

“I don’t want your heart, maybe once before.  I don’t want you back.  You say my love is bad so you let me go but my love is more, just want to let you know.”  Jinyoung held eye contact as he watched the last flame of love you held for him extinguish.  He saw the tear form in your eyes, he promised to never make you cry like this and here he was.

Another promise broken.

He placed a chaste to the corner of your mouth before turning from you for what he prayed to be the last time.  He made his way back to the bar where Jackson sat waiting for him.

“You good?”  Jackson saw the sorrow and anguish on the faces of two of his best friends and didn’t know what to do with himself.  He saw you two through the highs and the lows and secretly he hoped you two would someday make it work.  He thought this was stupid, this was idiotic as hell.  Jinyoung made up his mind and once he had no one could talk him out of it.  He wanted to release you from him and the only way he thought to do that was to completely destroy any feelings you may harbor for him.

“Yeah man, just needed to set her straight.”  Jinyoung put on a fake smile and signaled the bartender, he needed the strongest thing behind the bar and wanted them to pour it until he forgets about what he just did to the love of his life.