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She was used to people looking at her. She was a stage person after all so it was rather natural for her to be in the center of attention, lights on her, admiring stares accompanying her every move, her every word, her every mere whisper. But the way he was looking at her felt different, so much more different.
People glared of course, her stage presence intriguing, engulfing them in, but his eyes were not glued to her body or piercing right through her, but they were solely focused on her face. It was like he discovered something there, something unusual that was captivating him completely.
She felt her cheeks burn because of his intent stare but her voice remained stable. Her fingers continued to gently touch the chords of the piano in an effortless manner. The cold material under her hands felt comforting, a familiar sensation that calmed her nerves each time. On an impulse, she decided to stare at him as well. He was a very handsome man, a slim yet fit figure cloaked in all black with silken dark hair framing his angelic like features: soft, dark eyes, a small nose and thick brows. But what caught her attention was his lips: as pink as a rose in bloom, plumped and slightly parted. She licked hers without even realizing.
His eyes continued to watch her every action, being drawn by the simple action and observing her equally intent stare, causing him to almost imperceptibly smirk; a quick arch of that beautifully carved top lip, and it was gone. It felt like a shock of electricity was piercing right through her entire being. Her whole body felt tingly, like it was suddenly containing a pulsating spark that escaped from him, finding its way to her. The metaphorical flame that was endeavoring her insides was enlarging by second, a strange sensation of tension building up in her stomach. It amazed her, the effect his gaze only had on her. It felt almost surreal, but there it was, profoundly settled in her bones.
His dark orbs remained on her slightly shivering figure; his trance too profound for him to avert his eyes from the mysterious singer. He felt so drawn to by a complete stranger, yet he was unable to look elsewhere. She caught his attention not only because of her soft, alluring facial features, or because of her graceful physique; no, it was far more than that. Her charisma was what truly captivated him; she fascinated him, looking so relaxed on stage, honey dripping from her rosy lips as her fingers attacked the chords of the grand marble piano, an expression of pure bliss adorning her face while crimson tinted her cheeks.
The melody was finally over. The last note was left hanging, the room quiet for a fraction of second, then loud applauds filling the rather large, dimly lit space. She deeply bowed, a little smile embellishing her visage, shivers of pleasure running down her spine; she loved the sensation performing gave her. And still, her eyes were searching for a certain someone. He was now at the bar, sipping his drink while deeply staring into her orbs, unable to break eye contact for what seemed like eons.
She finally went down the stage, admirers circling her right away. Even though she was rather nervous, the rush of adrenaline pumping in her veins, she treasured her fans enough to wait, talking to them, taking pics and signing random pieces of paper, before she went to officially meet that mysterious man in black. At some point, they were all gone. She took another look at the bar but found herself be disappointed when she realized that the unknown guy was nowhere to be seen. She slightly shook her head, allowing her thoughts to run wild for a second, before shoving them back in a dark corner of her mind. He was just a stranger. Of course, a handsome one, but that's all he was: a person who she would never see again.
She quickly turned around in order to get to the back room where her non-stage clothes were, when she bumped into someone.
"Oh, I'm so sorry..." she uttered, her tone lower and lower with each word as she was finally able to see the person's face.
It was him.
"There's no need to apologize." he said, his voice low but smooth.
It was the kind of voice suitable for singing lullabies, the kind of voice that made you feel warm inside, comfortable and at peace, but also the kind of voice to give you goose bumps all over your body when a tad bit raspier.
"You were amazing. On stage, I mean. Wait, I'm not saying you are not amazing off stage as well, because I believe you are. I just-" He took a breath, pausing in embarrassment. "What I'm trying to say is that I really enjoyed your performance," he finished with a warm, yet rather shy smile.
He was even more attractive up-close; his features were purely angelic, his dark orbs containing millions of stars, his rosy lips and cheeks contributing to the entire ethereal vision he was, his physique reminding her of one of a dancer's: graceful, yet visibly strong. In addition, now that they were actually interacting, her first impression of him seemed simply inaccurate, his apparent dominant demeanor turning into ashes the moment he realized the undeniable power of the chemistry the two had. It felt like fireworks were exploding every time their bodies came even closer, their eyes glued to one another. It was like a giant bubble surrounded them, keeping them safe from the outside world, while completely lost in their own one.
"Thank you, I'm so glad you liked it, ..." she responded, waiting for his name.
"Jimin," he said, finishing her sentence. "Park Jimin."
"Well, Park Jimin, would you like a drink?" she asked boldly, a smile adorning her beautiful features.
"I would love one," he grinned, his eyes turning into little crescents. "And I would ask for your name too, but everyone here knows it already, so what's the point, right, y/n?"
She smiled, the sound of her name feeling so beautiful formed between his pinkish plumped lips. Truth be told, she foresaw a rather enjoyable night ahead of them two.