YoU ArE OnLy MiNe || YOONMIN~FF ?

? Part ~ 5 ?

As the flashbulbs popped and the camera clicked away, Taehyung's confidence and charisma shone through. He was more than just a pretty face and a chiseled physique - he was a talented model with a passion for his craft.

"Thank you, sir, it's a wrap," the cameraman said, a nod of respect in Taehyung's direction.

Taehyung let out a relieved sigh, his shoulders sagging slightly as he walked out of the studio. He made his way to his office, his footsteps quiet on the polished floor.

As he stepped inside, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. He had nailed the photoshoot, and he knew the pictures would be stunning.

As Taehyung settled into his chair, he closed his eyes, letting out a deep sigh. But his relaxation was short-lived, as a knock at the door broke the silence.

"Come in," Taehyung called out, his voice laced with exhaustion.

The door creaked open, and Woo Bin, his friend, walked in, a bright smile on his face. "Hey, Taehyung! How's it going?" he asked, taking a seat in front of Taehyung.

Taehyung opened one eye lazily, his interest piqued despite his tiredness. "Hey, Woo Bin. I'm doing great, just exhausted. What about you?"

Woo Bin chuckled. "I'm doing awesome, thanks for asking! I'm here to invite you to the bar tonight. It's going to be epic!"

Taehyung raised an eyebrow, his fatigue momentarily forgotten. "The bar? Tonight?" he repeated, his tone unenthusiastic.

Woo Bin's face fell, his smile faltering. "Aww, come on, Taehyung! You're not going to bail on me again, are you?" he asked, his voice tinged with disappointment.

Taehyung sighed, feeling a pang of guilt. "Okay, fine. We'll go. But just for a few hours, and don't expect me to dance or anything," he said with a laugh.

Woo Bin's face lit up, his smile returning in full force. "That's all I can ask for! Thanks, Taehyung. I'll send you the bar's address later. Please be on time, okay?"

Taehyung nodded, smiling. "I'll try my best. But no promises, I'm still tired."

Woo Bin chuckled. "I'll make sure to wake you up if you're late. See you tonight, buddy!"

With that, Woo Bin waved goodbye and left the office, leaving Taehyung to his exhaustion once again. Taehyung leaned back in his chair, letting out a deep sigh. He was already looking forward to a fun night with Woo Bin.

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A Dance of Fire and Shadows

The dim glow of the club wrapped around Jimin like a second skin, the air thick with anticipation as the first beats of the music thrummed through the speakers. A hush settled over the crowd, a moment of stillness before the explosion of movement.

And then—he danced.

The stage lights flared to life, cascading in bursts of neon brilliance, illuminating the figure standing in the center like a celestial being descending onto earth. Jimin moved with an effortless grace, his body flowing in perfect synchrony with the rhythm. Every motion, every shift of his hips, every flick of his wrist was deliberate, a carefully choreographed seduction that held the audience captive.