Donghyuck isn't having fun right now. It's quite the opposite. He's been dragged in here without any reason. Oh wait there is, it's initiation. Pure stupidity, is what the reasoning he'd give if someone asked why he joined the gang, but leaving foster care was the only thing on his mind, though he'd miss his three friends but he is sure, Mark would never let them stay there. That's a consolation.
His eyes flit around the crowd, scanningㅡ taking in the people he'll be seeing around and working with. He pauses for a second; he rubs his eyes. He is stuck, blinking rapidly unable to believe that such beauty exists, ❝She's too pretty❞ he mutters, and allows himself to get distracted by Into it playing in the background. Every step is a realization, that he's already in for a lot of problems. Adding to that, he feels severely under-dressed in this environment, normally he's used to being confident but after seeing that pretty girl in the crowd and the people treating her like royalty, he doubts his looks will be of good use.
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You shouldn't be here. You should be plotting and training, but here you are, with some random cocktail in your hand, and people treating you like royalty. Your eyes lock on someone; someone so pretty with chestnut hair pulled up and the black t-shirt snugly fitting his frame along with the white ripped jeans, making you fawn upon.
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You need to have him. Extending your right hand with a smile, ❝Dance?❞ your eyes have a strange gleam, gleam of challenge. Hyuck blinks, but takes your hand anyway. Swim is being blasted in the dance floor, with people dancing to it lazily. He leads you to the dance floor, hand on your waist, so warm and tight.
As the beat drops in the middle of the song, he pulls you, close against his chest, with your back pressed onto his torso, ❝What do I call you, pretty?❞ he whispers, pressing his lips behind your ear, earning a shaky breath, ❝I'm older than you, doll❞
He hums, swaying along with her, fingers feeling you up, ❝so noona?❞ Raspier his tone than before, educing goosebumps all over you. He guides your hips to the beat, and you flush pink. Turning you around to face him, his lips are on you, fruity and sweet. Your fingers tangle into his soft hair, and his hand slips down to your ass, pulling you flush against his crotch. You moan softly, eyes closed; stumbling on your feet and clutching onto his shoulder.
