How long can you resist a flame before you get burned?
Play with fire and you'll get burned. Dance with desire and you might just fall in love.
The story of a stripper and a guy who just can't seem to get away.
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It was now slightly after midday. About twenty minutes had passed with you going on and on about the house, trying your hardest to appeal it to Jimin while the both of you slowly sipped on the silky tannins of some Pinot Noir.
Jimin was seated on a bar stool while you were standing on the opposite side of the kitchen island, leaning over the white and grey marble top.
Although he pretended to be immersed in your presentation as much as you seemed to be, the blond man had no interest in hearing any more about the property. In fact, he already knew he wanted it. He simply enjoyed hearing the sound of your voice even if it meant listening to the boring gab.
Jimin had even started to take notice of your habits: the way your eyes wandered across the entire room avoiding direct contact. The fact making him curious as to why. He did find merriment in watching the way your arms would move with every other sentence you spoke, or whenever you would get stuck on what to talk about, you would nibble on your bottom lip and tighten your hand in a fist. Even then, when you were stuck, your confidence never faulted.
Desperate to shift the conversation, Jimin decided to cut into your sentence. "There's a room I'd like to see again."
Placing your empty glass on the countertop. Ears perked, you attempted to mask the relief in your voice. "Which room?" For the past ten minutes, you had been trying to think of ways of escaping the hole you dug yourself into. Jimin's prompt was exactly what you needed.
A playful smile formed on Jimin's face as he rose from his seat. "This way." Hurriedly maneuvering himself around the halls of your house, you tailed behind him curious as to where he was going.
"What room? If you can just tell me, I'll take us there."
"No need." he clarified as he halted in front of the door to your recreation room. He slided the door open and you followed him in.
Your rec room was the one room in your house that you took the most pride in. Unlike the rest of the house that received masses of sunlight due to the many roof to floor-length windows. The Rec room, or as SuAh calls it "the den" was a large, lowly lit, enclosed space with low hanging pendant lights.
The second you walk in, a 325-inch television that covers the entire wall on the south end of the room instantly catches your eye. As much of a beautiful sight it was, you couldn't help but recall how much the squander made a dent in your pocket at the time. You didn't regret it one bit though.
Placed right at the center of the room was a pool table that Jimin seemed to have already found himself acquainted with. Rolling the balls in the rack, he looked up locking eyes with you. Your heart skipped a little in your chest. You admittedly had been avoiding eye contact with him because he had such an enticing gaze, one like you had never seen before and it did make you feel a type of way.
"Want to play? I can't promise to go easy on you though" Jimin declared puffing his chest and rolling his shoulders in a sign of confidence.
These actions prompted you to scoff as you drew closer to the pool table. "I wouldn't want it any other way."
