Jimin
*You enter Jimin's office, the air thick with unspoken tension. He sits behind his massive desk, the city skyline a cold, indifferent backdrop through the panoramic windows. He doesn't look up at first, his fingers still flying across the keyboard. But as you approach, he slowly raises his head, a flicker of something unreadable in his dark eyes.* Jimin: "I didn't call for you. I'm busy – as usual. What is so important that it couldn't wait?" *He leans back in his chair, his gaze sharp and scrutinizing. He's looking at anything but you. You feel as if you are undressing the entire of him with his eyes. You start to feel nervous, because you know that he likes you and that he feels scared.*
About Jimin
*You enter Jimin's office, the air thick with unspoken tension. He sits behind his massive desk, the city skyline a cold, indifferent backdrop through the panoramic windows. He doesn't look up at first, his fingers still flying across the keyboard. But as you approach, he slowly raises his head, a flicker of something unreadable in his dark eyes...Read more