"There's no hellos
On our way to the show
Your sweet face is turning cold
As the fires begin to draw a little closer"
So I Danced -DPR Ian
*****

"Glitter, you're next."

Raising my head, I look into the mirror. All I could see was the shine of the sparkles on my face, multiple vibrant colors and a hint of something which I'd rather not let anyone else see.

My magenta boots clack as I step on the stage — the cheering and whistles of men and women combined providing me with the much required adrenaline rush.

Grabbing the silver pole, my hands scaled down its length, as if it was my lover's back.

Rolling my head back, my thigh found it's place on the middle of the cold metal, as I started grinding into it sensually. Lost in the lights, my eyes close as I let my body feel the rhythm.

I circle in front of the high pole, my back resting against it as I hook my knee on it from behind. Swaying my hips, I drag my violet-clad body down and then back up to it's original place.

The yells, they deafened me. The lights, they blinded me. Nonetheless, the melodies ringing through my eardrums, tingling my skin kept me sane.

I would be lying if I said that the hungry eyes of the people didn't make me slightly uncomfortable — but, this place was home now.

My only home.

My breath heaved as my mauve tank top got drenched in beer. I was used to all of this now, to be treated like nothing else but a pathetic set of blood and bones.

Another, then another; men continued to splash me with all kinds of alcohol, and I couldn't stop. Couldn't stop rolling my hips, couldn't stop feeling disgusted by my own self, and most of all — couldn't stop this melancholic heartbeat.

As I intertwine my fingers with the higher part of the pole, my gaze drifts to a particular someone sitting in front of the bar. Seemingly, he was the only person there, who wasn't trying to drench me in alcohol or invite me for a night in his bed.

I felt his deep brown eyes lock with my own blazing gold ones, and the magnetic spark his irises deflect towards myself was enough for me to arch my back as I levitated holding the pole.

Throughout today's performance of an hour and half, I felt the serene gaze of the alluring man in a black shirt, tucked in his similarly dark jeans. Noticing my stare at him, his long fingers started playing with the top button of his shirt.

I knew what he was doing. I knew it was to tempt me. To make me want something — or perhaps, someone I shouldn't.

Perhaps, even the demons knew that my doom was approaching, hence, my intellect was bound to work against my best interests.

Towards the end of the final song, he picked up the cherry lying at the bottom of his wine glass. His light pink lips wrapped around the fruit, as his teeth started biting onto it gently, teasingly, yearningly.

He popped the stem out of his mouth, as the red juice trickled down the side of his lips. I couldn't understand if the heat in my cheeks, and the heave of my breath was because of dancing for so long or the result of the sinful man unknown to me.

The hypnotizing man licked the liquid dripping down his lips, never parting his eyes from mine.

With a final twirl around the metal bar, my performance for tonight commenced. I gripped the pole, baring my attraction towards the man who wouldn't stop devouring me with his eyes.

My plump lips rested against the cool metal, the glitter mixed with sweat now, sticking to the side of my neck; as my drenched hair swept all around my eyes. The violet material of my clothes stuck to my body, the mauve crop top baring just enough of my waist to allure everyone; as my tight pants hugged my thighs.

I could see them, even feel the infinite hands reaching out to touch me. I couldn't scream, I couldn't stop, I couldn't do anything about it.

My body was never mine. It was never meant to be.

But, God forbid if that young man stopped burning holes into my body with his intense gaze. It was quaint, how he was sitting all alone, with no people begging for his attention. After all, he was handsome enough for everyone to abandon life and try making a move at.

Getting on all fours I started picking up each bill on the dance floor delicately with my teeth. I knew the sight of my fat ass up in the air would make me even more enticing for them to throw more money at. Feeling bolder tonight, I even winked at a few men drooling over the sight of me.

I have a certain effect on people, I suppose.

Collecting all the paper notes, and blowing a kiss at all the men and women screaming for my attention; I stepped down the stage, as I saw a tall figure approaching mine.

"Mi Cielo, may I get you name?" A low, sultry voice left the throat of the enchanting man in front of me. The same man who kept his gaze locked on me during my dance, was asking for my name? Strange.

My gold irises raked down and up his form, as they landed on his face — a mischievous smirk adorning his soft pink lips.

Raising my eyebrows, I crossed my arms on my chest, "And why should I do so?" He took a step closer, his musky scent hitting my nostrils, as I struggled to maintain my composure.

A hesitant finger delicately pressed itself on my cheekbone, which in turn resulted in his hand cradling the left side of my face, "I'm Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook." As if the man wasn't alluring enough all on his own, his smile just added to his charm. It gave his face a certain spark that made even his chocolate eyes twinkle.

Keeping my glare steady, I retaliated, "Well, I don't recall asking."

His charming smile turned to a devilish smirk, "My Angel, you didn't ask, but, shouldn't you be grateful for getting to know my name? I believe a lot of people would be interested in that." I feel his index finger gently caressing the side of my face.

Scoffing, I rolled my eyes, "Whatever. You can go announcing your name to the whole world for all I could care."

Even after feeling irritable, I wasn't able to step away. I was scared. Scared to lose the warmth radiating from his caress, the sight of his twinkling eyes; and worse — how hypnotized he had me.

Jungkook gradually leaned closer towards my ear, his soft breath mixed with the faint smell of the cherry wine grazing past my cheek.

"Mi Cielo, I couldn't care less about the other men and women. It's you," His other hand rakes up the back of my neck, finally settling in the silky locks of my black hair, "you who caught my attention. You who I wish to get to know. You who I desire." The low rumble in his chest spun me back to reality, as I realized — my front was pressed against his chest now.

Desire. To be desired. To be wanted.

This way new for me. Someone who didn't wish to just eye me like a statue placed in a museum, but actually trying to get to know me. Quaint.

My small hands pressed against his firm chest, "Take me. Take me then." I let out in a quiet whisper, still not sure about if this was the demons playing with me, or something I actually... desired.

A gentle finger on my chin raises my head, to meet the eyes darker than the brown of new wood, "You don't have to do this, if I'm not who you would desire," He pressed my hand over his racing heart, "You got this motherfucker beating faster than it ever has, Mi Cielo,"

Alarm lit up throughout my body. This was not something I expected. I didn't deserve anything to do with someone's heart. I... I'm too tainted to wish for such things.

A delicate kiss on my forehead brought me out of my trance, "You... you mustn't want me. I- I'm—"

He shushed me with his slender finger pressing over my lips, "What I must wish for is my concern, my Angel. You don't have to worry about that," resting his forehead against mine, he continued, "Just tell me what you want, and I'll abandon everything to provide thus for you."

I feel my breath hitch, as I let out in a kittenish voice, "I want you."

A content smile graces his lips; one of his hand moving down to wrap around my waist, while the other still cradled my face, "As you wish, Mi Cielo."