VELVET CHAINS

The club didn't have a name.
It didn't need one.
For those who sought it, who needed it, the way a body needs water in a desert, it appeared like an oasis tucked into the folds of Seoul's discreet underground. Known only through whispered conversations and encrypted invitations, the club was less a location than a sanctuary-of consent, control, surrender, and trust.
Here, Jung Hoseok wasn't a global idol, the radiant energy of BTS. Here, he was just himself. A man in search of something quieter, darker, but no less beautiful.