𝐣𝐣 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

''cause it'll be a real shame if it is"

(Song Rec. Woman | Harry Styles)

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JJ'S POV

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the club was packed--every square inch filled with a crowd of people.

the club reeked of illegal drugs, alcohol and sex. Though, I didn't mind one bit. My eyes were fixated on them; her. her stunning body moved in simultaneously with the rhythm of the music; not missing one fucking beat. Y/N was indeed perfect. So fucking perfect.

I slapped another $20 on the wooden counter, requesting another shot. I discreetly stared at the man beside Y/N. ''fuckin' prick'' I mumbled, chugging down the shot hastily.

I'm selfish, I know.
But I don't want to see them together; ever.

I want her to myself. All to myself.

I froze; her body stumbling toward the bar.
''mhm. Two--erm. One tequila please.'' she said; her voice absolutely angelic.
''$10'' said the bartender, grabbing the alcoholic beverage

''fuck! didn't bring enough cash--credit okay?''
''cash only.'' the bartender said, pointing to the sign that read in bold lettering;

''CASH ONLY''

she sighed.

"I got cash'' I said, slamming another $20 on the counter.
''shit- thank you.'' she smirked, grabbing the glass filled with the overpriced liquid.
''not a problem, baby.'' I smirked, leaning toward her slightly.
''saw ya starin' earlier, like whatcha' saw?'' she smirked.

fuck.

''sure, you're boyfriend looked pretty hot.'' I chuckled.
''oh shit you're-''
''nah', playin.'' I smirked.
''not my boyfriend.'' she smiled, chugging down the liquor.
''hm?''
''that boy? not my boyfriend. Just some boy I like to rile up for some extra cash.''
''is that so?'' I smirked--''problem?'' she said, inching closer toward me.
''cause it'll be a real shame if it is...'' she whispered, our lips connecting.

she stood up; grabbing her purse.
''i'll be in the bathroom if you need me.''

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based on a movie I saw 38283747 years ago that I just remembered randomly this morning.

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