The night was buzzing, bass thundering through the walls of the exclusive gay club Jungkook owned. He rarely came here himself, but tonight he had a reason. His reason was Jimin.

Jimin stood in front of the mirror earlier that evening, cheeks flushed pink as he slid the tiniest black thong up his hips. It hugged his plump ass like it was made for him, leaving nothing to the imagination. His soft chest was wrapped in a thin mesh crop top that did little to hide the cute mounds underneath. A delicate choker circled his throat, sparkling under the lights.