JIMIN POV:

Every fibre of control, every damned shred of restrain and holding back threatens to fly out of the window and slip through my grasp so, so easily.

I hate how much I love the feeling of her in my arms. How perfect she feels there. Hate that when I guide her hips, she needs little assistance in making the movements more deliberate, more pronounced, and more seductive. Hate that I find myself looking at her constantly, unable to tear my eyes away at the silent expression of radiance and ethereal beauty. Hate that I can see several eyes turned to her, can see that she demands your attention and so easily holds it, just as she holds mine- to this captivating sensual movement of her body, in this confidence that melts away her shy nature and right now all I can see is a fiery temptation, silently beckoning people in.

And hate that when the song reaches its crescendo, lyrics about the peak of ecstasy and pleasure, I find myself twirling her around, tugging her towards me, her back coming to meet my chest in a fluid flush movement, hips still a safe distance away.

And try not to freeze. Even if my mind and heart and soul all scream and sing with delight at the reaction. My ears catch onto the slightest sound...the barely audible gasp, swallowed immediately by the crowd, but I'm sure I didn't imagine it. Didn't imagine the sweet gasp that she let out so prettily. And hate that I want to coax more out, find that my hands seem to disobey my will to tear myself away and still hold her, turning her back around.

And yet find myself disappointed when her attention seems to be caught on a sight behind me, eyes transfixed. And whatever it is that she's seen, whoever it is, causes an almost instantaneous shift. Feel her body tense under my touch and that confident assurance falter slightly.

And when the song comes to an end, my hands fall off her waist- having no just reason to keep them there anymore, already missing the soft warmth of her from under me, miss and crave to hold her again.

And it's almost a deeply rooted impulse but I gently tug her forward into a hug, arms wrapping around her.

"Thanks for dancing with me (Y/N). I'm the luckiest person right now." I whisper, relishing almost greedily, selfishly in the way she reciprocates, albeit a bit nervously, arms gently wounding around my back and delicately holding me- almost fearful of pushing a boundary. And when I lean back and my eyes fall on her, I feel my heart squeeze with fondness at the shy sweet smile she gives, the music taking with it her confident presence, her assured moves. And she stands in front of me, slightly below eye-level but maintaining eye contact, even if she seems to fiddle.

How she can be so different in a matter of moments I won't know? But I can't help but want to coo over her regardless. 

Feeling as if the ambience and the drinks buzzing through my veins are what gave me the courage, that made me want to approach her, this beautiful friend and to dance with her, feeling pride that she accepted. That she danced with me. That otherwise maybe I would've fallen silent, lost the courage before it even got mustered.

She looks so soft and gentle despite the bright neon lights that cast glows on us, her face softened by her personality, by her delicate features despite the bold confident lines that outline them, make them pop even more.

And maybe it's for the best that Habaek arrives when he does. That he startles her by coming to wrap his arms around her waist, looking for all the world as if he belongs, pecking her cheek effortlessly, so easily and smiling when she turns startled to face him, before very noticeably seeming to melt into his touch.

And I don't know what the look in Habaek's eyes are as he looks at me from over her head, his tall frame imposing and broad and silently observant.

"Maybe I'll have to come back to dance again later (Y/N). You're too good of a partner to pass up." I say, unable to stop the smile that stretches across my lips when she seems to flush, the pink of her cheeks that appear on her skin. And the shy nod that follows.

But stepping away feels like a physical pain almost, and my heart prickles uncomfortably with the fluid natural way Habaek spins her around, her body already pressed close to his once again when I shoot a glance backwards, his hands trailing familiarly over her body, over the glimpses of skin, smiling sweetly even if she can't see it.

I meet Hobi hyung's eyes when I return. At the way his dark, sparkling eyes trail almost lazily to me and he smiles, sweet and soft.

But the kiss he pulls me into is anything but. Spicy and fiery, demanding and controlling as he tugs my bottom lip between his teeth, nipping it as his hands come to possessively capture my waist, tugging me into him, tongue hot and thick as it strokes and snakes into my mouth.

"You put on quite the show for me Jimin-ah." He murmurs when he finally drags his lips off mine, hands squeezing as he looks at me, eyes glittering and lips mussed.

Right. A show. That's all it was, I remind myself.

"Did you like it?" I ask, fingers playing with the edge of his jacket, hand sliding in to rest against his chest, feeling the steady thud of his heartbeat. Steady and constant and unfailing in his affection.

"I wanted to steal you away, wanted to ask    (Y/N) if I could have my love back." He murmurs, voice deep and soft and words just for my ears, his head bent towards mine.

I hadn't been steady just now. Or tonight. And the thought has me quickly sobering up, feeling the fizz leave my veins and I clutch at his t-shirt.

"I love you hyung." I murmur, feeling the overwhelming need to say it.

"I love you too. Even when you're a tease and make self-control hard." Hobi hyung murmurs, pressing his lips to my temple, a gesture that's sweet and gentle in contrast to the harsh firmness of his muscled frame against me.

And I realise the dark heady look in his eyes had been for me. For seeing me dance.

And it makes my heart squeeze with love and tenderness for him.

"Join me?" I ask, looking at him, head tilted towards his.

He brushes his lips against mine.

"I thought you'd never ask." He purrs deep and low, leading me out to dance with him.

(Y/N) POV:

Habaek oppa seems to be glad to have me back in his arms, smiling sweetly as he tugs me close, swaying the two of us gently together, despite the fact the music is a fast tempo beat.

"You looked good dancing." He murmurs, shifting uneasily when our eyes fall on the same couple who've been incessantly eyeing Habaek oppa, and intently boring their lust-drowned eyes on him. It's beginning to make me uncomfortable and the looks aren't directed at me.

I shoot him a look, silently asking him where he'd gone to.

"I found Mi-sun, danced with her. But the crowd got too intense, so I slipped away. She seemed to be enjoying herself a lot." He says, grinning at me, the smile slightly loose and relaxed, eyes sparkling with the bolstering courage and buzz that comes with a few drinks.

And I grin back at him, because of course dancing with Mi-sun unnie came with risks, came with the difficulty of being swarmed and the threat and constant danger of alien, foreign hands trailing- trying to cop a feel, groping, and squeezing as they liked. It made me shudder to think about what would've it felt like to be him.

I shoot him a look.

Raising my hands to sign that his handsome charm was to blame. He was devastatingly handsome and whilst it might seem intimidating to some, under the chiselled beauty, he had the softest and most tender hearts- boundless and infinite, always giving, always loving. 

When Mi-sun unnie had once asked him, not too long into our service as sirens, about two decades before she'd snapped, about how he could live with always forgiving, always being empathetic, always loving his words had stilled me then. And carried on with me today.

He loved because he wanted to give even a small moment of happiness. He loved because he felt that despite his predicament as a siren, somewhere someone suffered far more and more intensely- because their time was limited, and their pains sometimes never left.

It was what made him such a sweetheart. Even for people he'd had one-night stands with had difficulties not forming attachments. And yet despite it being a casual night of shared intimacy, he'd always been a gentleman, and he never let a single one leave without breakfast and closure that allowed them to move on with no hard feelings.

And I had no doubt that if he did choose someone tonight, then they'd be lucky too.

As his arms loop around my waist, he speaks, voice slightly loose and relaxed- the drinks making him slightly emotional and reflective, voice slightly pained.

"It just hurts you know? Hurts at times." He mumbles, arms holding me close.

I shift closer, feeling his attempt to do so and knowing that right now he needs that comfort of physical tactile touch.

What hurts? Tell me what hurts oppa. I sign to him, heart aching for him.

For how strong he always seems to be for us, and yet under it all he pains too.

He doesn't reply, silently contemplative, lip worried between his teeth.

It makes me ache. That vulnerability in his eyes, that are slightly unfocused. Clearly lost in thought.

I stretch upwards, the heels not giving me the height to easily reach him still and rubbing my thumb over his lip, getting him to release it from the hold of his teeth, frowning at him.

I silently ask him to speak, to not let him be unburdened.

"It hurts that I can't help you. Hurts to see you hurt." he mumbles emotionally.

One of his arms remain firm and stable around me and his other comes to rub at his chest, where his heart is.

"Hurts here. Hurts everywhere to see you paining." He says, eyes glossy.

I frown, reaching out for him, to gently stroke his cheeks with my fingers, thumbs rubbing back and forth- feeling infinitely grateful for him, for his presence in my life.

He's one of two blessings in my life as a siren. And I'll never take his love for granted.

He turns his head to kiss into my palm on either side, kissing softly upwards to my fingers. I squirm slightly at the ticklish sensation and bite my own lip to stifle a giggle when he kisses down each hand to my wrist, taking his time.

"I love you." he murmurs, voice slightly thick with emotion.

And my heart bursts with love and fondness and tenderness for this beautiful soul in front of my.

I mouth it back, feeling myself close to welling up. With overwhelming affection for him.

And we remain still, wrapped in a loose hold as he keeps me towards him, gently moving the two of us from side to side.

And then his eyes go over my head, focusing on something before he grins, winking exaggeratedly at me.

"You got incoming." He murmurs and that's all the warning I get before a bright yet deep voice calls out for me, excited and sweet, causing me to turn.

Taehyung.

And not for the first time tonight I wonder just how shockingly different they seem to look and yet intrinsically the same- a mixture of both the people I know and these dangerously alluring figures they make in the dark space of the club.

"I know I'm not a dancer, I know there are better people for you to dance with. But...can I be selfish and ask to have you to myself for a song?" he asks, looking so earnestly and sweetly at me that I find myself softening, turning fully to face him. At the way his eyes are dark and outlined with a shimmer that make them pop, drawing me in more.

"Go ahead cherub...I'll go check up on Mi-sun. See if she's returning with us tonight." And I nod, not turning as he heads off with a final squeeze to my waist.

Taehyung's eyes run slowly over me, smile widening and eyes glinting with appreciation.

"My pretty dancer, can we?" he asks, holding out a hand for me.

I slide my hand into his larger one, feeling the warm press of his fingers and rings against my hand as he closes his around mine.

And what makes it so hard to stifle giggles is that Taehyung doesn't dance in beat to the song, but he moves according to a song playing in his mind. And it's a mixture of sweet and amusing as he leads me in a slow dance, twirling me around exaggeratedly and laughing when he sees the laughter on my face. Dancing and moving the two of us as if it's just us in the club, as if the world fades away to just us, the way he guides me through sweeping gestures, arms gentle and feeling like a layer of protection as they cup my waist, covering the side of them with his fingers, skin vanishing and shifting under his touch.

And it's light and easy, there's no rushed sensation because the music fades from my mind and all I can see and focus on is the way Taehyung's eyes sparkle with enjoyment and I see my reflection in them, or the way his lips stretch into the adorable boxy smile I've grown to anticipate spread across his lips. The way his hair is a beautiful mess of dark curls and sometimes comes in the way of hiding those very telling eyes.

But still when he dips me, hand firm and supporting me as it splays across my back, I find my breath catching, at the way his face hovers close and eyes seem to peer into the depths of my soul, looking at me as if he sees me, only me. Not the siren he doesn't know I am, just me...just (Y/N).

Time stills, freezing as he holds me there. As if time has paused and come to a halt. Allowing us to share in this moment, to bask in it.

"Wish my eyes were a lens and I could capture this moment. You have no idea how perfect this moment is, how sweet and perfect you look." He murmurs, voice low, breath fanning across my neck, head low. I fight the shiver. The way I feel close to slipping and losing myself. At how hard it is not to melt or gush or let out a much-needed squeal...maybe in private when I can think of how gentlemanly and yet downright dangerous he is in how fluttery his words make me feel.

And then he rights me, hands gentle on my back as he holds me close, a loose embrace as the two of us sway, his head resting on my shoulder.

"It took me a lot of courage to come upto you." he murmurs.

I lean back to look at him, smiling when he pouts at the loss of a shoulder to lean on. Eyes blinking quickly to peer at me.

Head tilted and looking quizzically at him. Why was it hard for him? Surely he could've easily popped up, he's a friend.

He shakes his head, as if he's somehow heard my thoughts.

"Not just today you know. Today was incredibly hard and I'm friends with you, but when we first met I was scared you'd turn me away at the table. And I'm so, so glad you didn't." he says, voice deep and the seriousness of his confession shattered by one of the sweetest, cutest giggles as he blinks at me, several times in succession, swaying, head thrown back.

"Oohh...neon stars." He gasps, marvelling at the lights.

I smile.

Tipsy Taehyung is certainly a new experience. 

But I try to scan the floor, trying to spot a familiar figure so Taehyung could be passed over safely, that he's not let alone in this giggly, slightly unsteady state.

He leans heavily into me when I try support him, seeming to lose all that steady footing he had as he swept me around the dancefloor in a private, silent dance, stumbling over his feet.

I tense, trying to not teeter over with how dangerously he leans into my side- his weight falling into me. He drapes his arm over my shoulder, mumbling about dances and cameras and wanting a drink and kisses...confessing secretively in my ear how Namjoon gives one of the best kisses.

My cheeks flame, both at his confession and the way he bends his head towards me to whisper this, breath hot and fanning across the shell of my ear- an intimate conversation that loses its private function given the way his voice is very much audible.

And I thank each and every neon star Taehyung is marvelling at when I catch sight of Hoseok, cutting a dark and imposing figure as he grins at the sight of Jimin and Jungkook on the dance floor, his side profile sharp and angular. And as I approach and Taehyung emits an excited squeal of 'Hobi hyung' he turns, eyes widening with surprise before he hurries over, quickly helping the matter by lifting Taehyung's weight off me and into him, and shooting me an apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry (Y/N)-ah, I knew when he was downing those drinks I should've stopped him from wandering off." He says, voice soft and his lips in an apologetic grimace, shooting Taehyung an exasperated yet infinitely fond.

I shake my head, indicating it's okay.

"You look lovely by the way. Mi-sun's choice?" he teases, an amused lilt to his tone.

I nod, smile widening. He picks up things fast.

And feel the burn on my cheeks get hotter at the way they're all easily complimenting me.

And then he frowns, a small triangular shape to his lips.

"I would love to ask you to dance, but I've got my hands full with this one." he sighs, nudging Taehyung with his hip and smiling when it makes him grumble and wound his arms around Hoseok, latching on and resting his head on his shoulder.

But then it seems that I too wouldn't have been able to dance with Hoseok either, as appealing and fun as that sounds because not too long after I reassure him and step away with a smile and wave, do I venture into the fray and come across a sight that makes my blood turn cold, that makes my veins turn into ice.

Because slightly to the edge of the floor, pinned between the wall is Habaek oppa, with two people who's hands roam hungrily over him, vultures lusting and pining after the tasty morsel they see him as.

But that's not it. Because it wouldn't be a matter if he seemed aware of it, or consenting.

No... the problem arises because despite his taller frame he seems to be pinned, and he's struggling to get away.

And at the moment, the rage that follows thaws away the ice, replacing it instead with bubbling fiery anger.

(THERE YOU GO! AND SOMEHOW WE END UP WITH A FOURTH CLUB CHAPTER COMING BUT I'D RATHER WRITE IT AS I INTENDED AND WANTED ALL THE DETAILS TO COME THROUGH AS THAN RUSH IT AND MAKE IT SEEM HURRIED AND BADLY WRITTEN- WHICH IT MIGHT STILL BE BUT YOU KNOW...I'D HAVE THE CONSOLATION THAT I WAS HAPPY WITH IT. LET ME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS!! SO WE HAD JIMIN'S POV, WE HAD A TIPSY TAE AND SLIGHT GUILT COMING FROM JIMINIE TOO! WE HAD A SOFT HEART-TO-HEART WITH HABAEK AND BABY AND WE ENDED ON BABY GETTING FIRED UP AND READY TO DEFEND! AHHH! I DON'T KNOW HOW OR WHY BUT HABAEK IS MAKING ME SWOON! I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!! AND I AM READY TO PROTECT HIM TOO! I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY AND LET ME KNOW YOUR REACTIONS TO THE CHAPTER TOO! I WONDER WHAT THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BRING!! STAY SAFE AND TAKE CARE LOVELIES!)

QUESTION...a memorable and unusual childhood moment to share?

Mine is...I once got smashed into by a car at the age of 5, it was speeding down a house street as I was crossing the road to go the corner shop with my dad and older brother and it sent me flying into the air. I smacked into the road really hard but...just got up, brushed myself off and went home. Not a scratch on me. I can't believe I got that lucky.

Borahae! 💜💜💜

PurpleQueenie <3