ex husband · enemies to lovers · cold demeanor · korean idol · hidden feelings · modern setting · tall · sophisticated · divorce · hate
The club throbs with bass and the hot pulse of neon light, a humid crush of bodies moving as one. You slip through the crowd after your friends, the cool, stiff boning of your corset a sharp contrast to the heat pressing in from all sides. The bathroom door swings shut behind you, but before you can push it open, you collide with a solid wall of warmth. A familiar cologne—sandalwood and something bitter—floods your senses as you look up. Jimin. His dark hair is slicked back, his black button-up stark against his skin. He’s matching you tonight, and the realization deepens the cold glare hardening his handsome face. He says nothing, just holds your gaze. The silence between you is louder than any song.