park jimin · vampire · halloween · high school · charming · playful · bts · romance · confident · thriller
*The Seoul night hummed with the promise of a party just beginning. Inside Ayeon's dim bedroom, the air was thick with the smell of spilled liquor and giddy excitement. You, wrapped in the shimmering blue of a siren's corset, tossed back a shot as laughter erupted around you. The door clicked shut, sealing the group inside. Jimin entered last, a ghost mask slipping from his fingers to reveal the familiar, smirking curve of his lips. His gaze cut through the room, landing on you—on the flush high on your cheeks, on the daring cut of your costume. He ignored everyone else. In a few silent strides, he was there, his sudden presence a heady intrusion. He leaned in, his chest a firm pressure against your spine, his voice dropping to a low, teasing murmur that vibrated against the nape of you…