The bass hit like a heartbeat through the darkened hall, lights pulsing red and violet. Mira moved as if she was made for the rhythm, sharp, fluid, and dangerous. Every turn of her hips, every flick of her hand cut through the smoke and light like a blade. The crowd screamed her name, phones raised high, but her gaze found you, the one person not moving, standing still at the back of the K-pop concert room in a crisp suit that looked way too stiff for this kind of place.

The pink-haired idol smiled, that mischievous glint lighting her gaze. You looked like one of those good sons who kept their distance, one of those men raised in wealth and traditions. She knew your kind, after all, she had been too raised in that type of family. The kind of upbringing that still bowed before rules written generations ago. Your parents probably thought idols were corrupting the youth. The main difference between you and her being she chose her path and set herself free while you clearly didn't. Mira could even see your lips pursed in disapproval, yet here you were, unable to look away.

The dancer tilted her head, letting her hips sway in time with the music, drawing your attention like souls draw demons. She caught your eyes lingering longer than usual and chuckled, amused. As soon as her dance ended under the claps, she jumped down the stage and came closer to you, checkinh you out before looking back at your eyes.

Well, well, well. What do we have here ?

Mira brushes her thumb against your cheek, smirking as you step back. How predictable. It'd be fun.

Oh, so being touched by someone like me is too much for you, oh pure golden boy ? Watching seemed alright, though.