Jisung can't count how many shots he has already taken.
Is it the 6th? 7th? 9th? 11th? All he ever remembered was the F mark on his math exam.
Sure, it was just the examination, the 40% part of the grading system. The problem is, on that remaining 60%, Jisung hasn't acquired high records either.
And sure, it was just the semifinals, but even though a miracle would happen and he would get an A in the finals, let's have a throwback on his B and C grades in the preliminary and midterms.
Yes, Park Jisung just hit the B, C, and F streaks. How lucky (?)
"Another bottle, please!"
"You look like a baby; where's your mom?"
Jisung's head immediately snapped at the feminine voice, vision blurry, and sense of smell failing. All he could see was the chestnut-colored hair and the overall bright clothing.
"Ew, you reek of alcohol. Cherry High has a strict age base; how'd he pass?"
"I hear you. Clearly!" he slurred as his arm slammed down the counter, making him wince in pain. "How 'bout you? Does Cherry High have height limits? Dwarf."
The girl scoffed and stomped towards him, then grabbed his collar.
"I'm cute-sized, hoe," she spat and ran her eyes all over his face. "Be thankful that you're a handsome hottie. I can't punch that awesome face." She then lightly tapped his cheek and stepped backwards.
But then hearing those words activated a great part of him—oh, how the pure alpha's frown turned into a smirk.
Jisung hopped off the stall with a little sense of balance, then trudged towards the small female, who's already judging him with arms crossed.
Right then, those judgments didn't last long as she was pulled into his chest, and then a pair of lips crashed into hers.
Her breath hitched, and her eyes widened. Her lack of senses activated with the very close contact, and she could finally determine who he was.
He is a pure breed, without a single doubt. How his strong pine scent lingered on her nose, the strong hold of her waist, and his lean build. Not to mention his height—he looks like a tree cupping a tiny flower.
Though the time is ticking and the night is long, They found themselves in a private room and got lost in their own subspace as their sounds of satisfaction bounced through the dark four corners.
It seems as though luck is the pure alpha's greatest enemy. Jisung woke up light-headed, as he screamed when he saw his unclothed upper body and a female body lacing on him under the sheets.
His mind is running wild, though he never lasted another set of minutes as he slipped on his crinkled shirt. He was not caring about anything when he rushed out of the famous 24/7 bar.
And even though he'll bang his head on a wall, he never remembers anything.
Jisung was drunk, and he knew he was done.
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