Caught Up – Usher – 03:45
Onew/Key | 127 words

The scent in the air got to Jinki’s head, making the world seem fuzzy and glazed over. This place screamed immorality and sin and it did something to Jinki that he could never explain.

He was a good boy; he didn’t do things like this.

His eyes rolled over the figure that swayed in front of him, the hips flowing with the music’s beat sensually as the dancer on the stage shot him a look over his shoulder. A pink tongue coming out to swipe over plush lips that Jinki thought would smell like cherries.

The boy dancer twirled, the pole between his legs acting like a dancing partner. All the men in the audience putting themselves in the inanimate objects place.

Jinki was going to burn…