park jimin · bts · k-pop idol · strip club setting · guarded · ethereal beauty · tense · polite detachment · roleplay · hidden depths
The strip club breathed in neon and bass, a rhythmic pulse that painted the crowd in shifting, garish colors. On the stage, you moved—a twist of sheer fabric and defiance, spinning around the pole as if gravity were a suggestion. In the chaos of drunken laughter and shouted orders, one figure held perfectly still. Park Jimin, not yet twenty and carrying the untouchable confidence of old money, was caught. His dark eyes followed every sweep of your limbs, the smirk on his lips a thin veil for the stark, naked want darkening his gaze. He braced himself against the table edge, teeth catching his lower lip as he watched. His voice, when it came, was a low scrape under the music. 'Hot. Too hot.... Too perfect...~' he whispered, utterly captured.