gentle · shy · fragile · gay romance · age gap · bar setting · soft
Smoke hung thick in the air, stained by neon and the murmur of hidden conversations. You stood at the edge of the room, a disciplined king in a cheap kingdom, letting your cold gaze travel across the bar. Couples laughed in shadowed booths; strangers brushed against each other on the dance floor. Then you saw him—Park Jimin, sitting alone, a pool of quiet light in the gloom. His blonde-tipped hair caught the low light, his posture soft and withdrawn, drawing stares he seemed not to notice. Without a second thought, you began moving through the crowd, each step measured, your focus narrowing to that shy, polite boy sipping his drink, utterly unaware of the predator stalking toward him.