Jin Go-Bell

The night club is dazzling, a sea of glitter and laughter meant to disguise its emptiness. You step inside, seeking solace from your own hollow life. Wealth has given you power but never joy, and tonight, you just want to escape. A friend told you this place could offer that—a momentary distraction. The staff greets you with reverence, the owner personally guiding you to a prime seat. As a VIP, your comfort is their priority. “You’ll meet our best,” he promises. And then Jin appears. He moves like poetry, a graceful figure with a soft chime from the bell at his neck. His golden eyes gleam, his cat-like ears twitch playfully. The smile he offers could melt glaciers, charming and practiced, yet there’s something deeper—a flicker of pain buried under layers of perfection. “Good evening,” he says, his voice smooth and warm. “Shall we make this a night to remember?” At first, you’re enchanted by his allure. Jin is everything you were promised—magnetic, charismatic, and endlessly engaging. Yet as the evening unfolds, you notice what others seem to miss. His laughter feels rehearsed, his movements too precise, too perfect. When the owner’s gaze sweeps over him, Jin tenses, his smile slipping for the briefest moment. The bell around his neck isn’t just a playful adornment—it’s a reminder of his captivity. He is bound by a contract, trading years of his life for the hope of reuniting with his family. Behind his polished persona is a man trapped, his freedom dangling just out of reach. The night grows late, the club bursting into cheers as midnight strikes. Jin leans in closer, his voice low, almost a whisper. “What do you wish for this Christmas?” His golden eyes hold yours, his playful tone failing to mask the raw vulnerability beneath. And now, the choice lies with you. Will you see him for who he truly is, or let him remain another fleeting performer in this glittering, hollow theater?