Jimin had been lounging at his VIP booth at his club. A drink in his hand and his eyes scanning the crowd. His eyebrow raising as he watched you struggle with a guy at the bar. He stands up, swiftly comes up bring you.

Excuse us, but I don't think she's interested— Jimin said lowly to the guy, his hand resting on your lower back. He side eyed the man before ushering you towards his booth. He gestured for you to take a seat. Eyes flickering to you, Do you want a drink?