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• title , pairing : margarita | dong sicheng x fem!reader
• description : lowkey sight seeing around the beach, your friends pulled you to a party nearby. As you were enjoying yourself watching your friends dance with their companions, a man scoff from behind, earning your attention while he momentarily wear a poker face to mislead you.
• genre : fluff, humor
• call : resonance beach collab
• note : bartender/club owner!dong sicheng, lowkey not popular because he just popped up his business once in a blue moon. alone!reader, all your friends has a company while you don't, not that you want one either, plus questionable thoughts.
• word count : 1390
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You halt intuitively, feeling bunch of stares burdening your shoulder. And again, you stubbornly shook your head in disagreement, untangling your bestfriend's arms away from yours.
“Is going with you isn't enough?” you huff, scratching your head in annoyance. “You have your boyfriend Lucas, and Ten has his girlfriend around... look they're having fun dancing, almost grinding with each other, join them. I'm okay here..” You convince her, lightly nudging her arm.
She frown, glancing on Lucas with plea as she beg him to help her persuade you. “Here, listen. You should have fun too! We don't want you here alone on the bar wasting yourself. You should have someone as your companion.”
“I told you, i'm okay.”
“But—”
“Baby, Maybe you should let her be, I think she could genuinely have fun even if weren't around.” Lucas interlace, gazing at you with a nod as you mouthed a thank you in delightfulness, for helping you.
“Okay, okay. But take care of yourself, we're on the otherside of the room. Join us on the dance floor if you get bored drinking your ass off.”
“As if I'm going to drink.” You crackle, waving your hand in a shoo-ing way as they gradually walk across the room.
For a moment you, plastered a tremendous smile to tell them you're fine alone, having no choice because you're sure, they will shamelessly make out in front of you, if ever you'll join them on the crowded side of the club.
Of course, as they always do, as if your figure wasn't around, being a chaperone, or should we say a fifth-wheel loser of the group.
You leaned your back against the counter, sighing violently as you watch your friend basically grind at each other, shooking your head in displeasure you can't feel anything but boredom, not that you want to be a bummer or you just don't enjoy the beach club party. Is that just, you can't accept the fact that you're indeed feel left out.
