𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐲 ║𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭

[Chapter Summary] While attending the concert of your favorite rapper, you meet the boys at the boardwalk.

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The doors to the venue opened promptly at 9 PM as scheduled. You closed down Instagram to pull up Ticketmaster. There weren't many people in front of you, but you just wanted to be prepared so you wouldn't hold up the line.

The event staff in charge moved swiftly, scanning tickets and giving their spiel simultaneously.

"Please have your tickets ready to be scanned!" A stocky staff member, a man, bellowed. "When you enter the building, place your belongings in the bin before going through the metal detector!"

"Bathrooms are to the left in the lobby! The elevator is to the right!" a petite woman boomed impressively, finishing her partner's instructions.

"If you have any questions, please ask a staff member in the main lobby after going through security! The show will begin in 30 minutes!" The stocky man followed up.

Only about five more people were in front of you, but they were moving at lightning speed. Within about 2 minutes, it was your turn to present your ticket. You held your phone out, and the petite woman scanned your QR code.

You thanked her with a (color)-lipped dimpled smile before heading into the building to wait to be scanned through the metal detector.

A man thrust a bin in your direction, and you shed your studded jacket and placed it in the container. You also dropped in your phone, keys, and purse before waiting in line behind the group that entered the building before you.

Looking around, you took in the atmosphere as you patiently waited your turn. The photos online didn't do the venue justice. It was impressive and, sadly, reminded you a bit of the place you used to call home. This place gave you major Baltimore Soundstage vibes.

That place was dope. Your friends and (F/n) often frequented that place, drinking, dancing, and catching shows. You guys always had so much fun – you reminisced.

You stared off to the side, feeling melancholy for a moment. The event staff member, thankfully, jarred you from your thoughts to usher you through the metal detector. You walked through without issue, heels clicking, before stopping to retrieve your belongings.

You instantly headed to the bar, needing a couple of shots to rid your brain of the memories that just popped into your head.

You carefully perched yourself on a swanky velvet bar chair, taking care not to damage your heels. The bar was still empty because people were still heading through security.

"What will it be?" The bartender asked, giving you a warm smile.

"Three shots of Peach CÎROC, please." You asked politely.

The bartender looked at you quizzically, taking in your frame. He was doubtful you could hold your liquor. It always made you chuckle inwardly. He had no idea.

"Trust me. I can handle it," you confirmed sweetly.

He simply nodded before moving to fill your request.

While you waited, more people were funneled in from security. A group of four handsome guys joined you at the bar – one brunette and three blonds. You surveyed them discreetly as you downed one of your shots and fiddled with your phone.

The brunette had brooding chocolate eyes, caramel skin, and long silky black hair. He was tall, maybe 6', with a fantastic physique. The guy was an Adonis and obviously knew it, too, because this fucker wasn't wearing a shirt. He only sported a brown leather jacket, jeans, and a pair of boots.