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She took a sip of coffee, "How long does he sleep?" Yongsun pushed her blonde hair behind her ear. 

"Ten to eleven hours, that pig," the black-haired girl chuckled. She sighed and stretched, "So how did you two meet?" 

Yongsun shrugged, "A bar," she answered softly, her voice tinted with boredom.

Moonbyul looked at her, "How about this. I'll show you one of my favorite bars." She smiled, fixing her cap. "You in?" 

The blonde sent a smile, "If it involves drinks, I'm in." 

"Great, I'll pick you up at eight," she handed her phone to the blonde. "I also have one more question," Moonbyul said as Yongsun put her phone number in. 

"Shoot."

"How do you feel about a girl night?" The black-haired girl grabbed her phone back and slipped it into her back pocket. A smug smile pulled onto her face.

Yongsun, who was oblivious, cocked her head, "Fine."

...

Yongsun brought her hair up and pulled it into a messy bun with a few strands hanging on the side of her face. She smiled in the mirror, freshening up. She pulled a pink sweatshirt on and white shorts. She slipped her slippers on and then pulled a scrunchy headband on as well. 

The blonde felt her phone buzz. Yeongsan pulled it out, reading; Unknown. 

"Hello?" 

"Hey, this is Eric from the other night. Where are you?"

She gulped, "Home?" A sigh left the other side of the phone as she said this. "How did you get my phone number?"

"You gave it to me," he sounded aggravated.

"Oh," she chirped, "Well, I'm sorry for leaving. My mom called. She wanted to meet up. Maybe we could talk again, sometime."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought that you just left..." Eric trailed, "Sorry about that."

"No. It's fine," she breathed the words. "I have to go. My mom's calling." 

"Okay, bye."

"Bye."

Yongsun let out an annoyed exhale. She always gave her phone number when she was drunk, so she always got a call from whomever she was with. She let out a small sigh and sat on the couch. 

It was seven-thirty. "Mother called... How old am I?" A young woman snorted. Hwasa, her roommate, turned to Yongsun, "You okay, unnie?"

"Yep, just a long day and a long night ahead of me." She leaned back and growled, "Damn it, why am I attractive?"

Hwasa rolled her eyes, "Unnie, who's the boy?" She asked with a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

"His name is Eric."

The younger sighed, "Just tell him to piss off," she shrugged. "Anyway, where are you going tonight? Another bar?"

"Yeah, this girl wanted to hang out. She's Eric's roommate."

Hwasa furrowed her brow, "Roommate? That's suspicious. What's her name?"

"Moonbyul," Yongsun watched Hwasa's jaw drop. "What?"

"Moonbyul, you mean the rapper?" Hwasa opened her phone, "Damn unnie, you lucked out at that man's house." she chuckled. 

"Rapper?" The elder questioned whilst raising a brow, "Is she famous?" 

Hwasa nodded with wide eyes, handing her phone to the blonde. Yongsun stared at the girl, wearing a red tux. She held the microphone close while dancing. Her ponytail swung side to side. In the background, fans let out screams and cheers.

The younger chuckled, "Jaw-dropping, right?" She licked her lips, "So, what bar?" 

Yongsun shrugged, "Don't know. She asked, and I answered." The blonde brought her feet up and sat in a crisis cross position. 

"Hey, unnie." Hwasa had a lower, raspier voice, but it was still soft and feminine. She was around five feet four inches, and she had long black hair, that curled into natural waves. "Do you think you're interested in Moonbyul?"

Yongsun averted her gaze, "Interested? Like, feelings for her?" She scoffed, "I barely know this chick." The elder sighed, leaning back onto the couch. 

"Whatever."

"I should probably get dressed." Yongsun flicked her slippers off and got up. She went into her room, opened her closet, and prowled for nice, bar-like clothes. The blonde grabbed a black, skin-showing dress that rode high up her legs. She grabbed white high heels with large platforms. Yongsun then took her hair out of the bun and took the headband off. 

She turned to the mirror that leaned on the wall. She gave an affirming nod. 

Seconds later, her phone buzzed. The blonde pulled it up to her face.

Moonbyul: I'm at your place. 

You: K. I'll be right out. What car?

Moonbyul: Grey GLC

You: Oki!

Yongsun pulled a fluffy white coat over her shoulder. "Bye, Hwasaie." She waved to the younger.

"Say hi for me!" Hwasa yelled as the door closed. The blonde rolled her eyes and walked down the steps out of her apartment. She looked around 'till she saw a girl waving. 

The woman's black hair swung side to side. "Over here," she smiled, her lips curving into a heart-like shape.

Yongsun ran to Moonbyul, the cool air hitting her face. "Thanks for doing this, I needed a break from boys," the blonde smiled cluelessly.

"Thought so," Moonbyul opened the passenger door, letting the elder in. "By the way, I wasn't there when you and Eric were... Anyway, I was with a friend so no need to worry."

"Oh, I know. Eric made it plenty clear," she sighed, "I don't know why he's so worried when I'm around you. I bearly know him."

The black-haired girl began driving, "He's like that with people he likes," she stared at the road. Moonbyul hated being honest about Eric, yet, she had to with this one.

"Really?" Yongsun smiled, then shook her head. She didn't want to think about a man she just met. So she turned her head to the girl she just met, resting her head on her palm. 

Once they got there and the car stopped, Yongsun looked up. Her smile faded, and a confused look took over. She got out and turned to Moonbyul, who wore a small grin.

The younger grabbed the blonde's arm and pulled her into the bar.

In large neon crimson letters, the glowing sign read; Pink Hole. Everything became completely clear once they walked in. Moonbyul meant something way different when she said 'Girls Night.'

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