-In which a tall and intimidating tattoo artist, wrapped in the inks of tattoos and piercings, a total heartthrob of the town is utterly head over heels and wrapped around the small fingers of the tiny little chaotic cutie who works the night shift...
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Two drinks in followed by a bit of tipsiness, the group drag Jennie's little ass on the dance floor.
And as she stands her title of a proud dancer, she doesn't wait to get it shaking. Jumping up and down between Jieun and Hyunjin who are passing each other awkward heating eyes above the birthday girl's head, she is actually glad no one can see her.
The dance floor seems jammed pack with rich people and as a first time club attender, her friends are crowding her to make sure she doesn't get lost, or worse of all, stumble into an asshole.
But as careful as humankind may be, they are in the end of the day, imperfect. And it only takes one moment of distraction.
One moment where Jieun and Hyunjin pull away from the dance floor and walking away somewhere together, alerting Yeonjun who is dancing besides them to look after the girl.
Yeonjun looks away from Jennie for one second and when he turns back, the girl is lost in the dance floor. Panic settles in, and he furiously whips his head around the floor to look for her.
A small human swallowed and pushed around by the dancing bodies the moment her two tall human shield friends moved away, Jennie is lost. And actually she thinks she is being groped by someone. Heart pounding, she shrugs her shoulder to get rid of the tight hand on it.
Maybe that someone wants her attention or they are also being dragged around and to save themselves, they are using her body to push through the dancing bodies.
Yeonjun starts to worry as he tries to move through bodies too and Jennie is this close to crying. Cause fuck, she is alone between tall rich people.
Gaining some courage, she tries to move past some drunk people and actually sees an opening. So she pushes her body towards it. But the hand doesn't leave her shoulder.
So she looks back. And god, who is this person? He doesn't look drunk, nor struggling. So he did wanted her attention. Blinking up at him, she notice that he looks weirdly put together. And has an extremely blank gaze.
Cause he is smiling down at her. But it doesn't reach his wide open eyes. Nor does he says anything. He just keeps staring and Jennie swears he almost looks crazy.
So she takes a step back and shrugs her shoulder again to rid his hand, showing her discomfort. But he follows her.
Fear settles in her stomach and she turns around to make a run for it. Fortunately, she did managed to push through the dancing bodies and as she turns to walk away from the man, she is stopped by another one.
A very familiar looking jacket she has seen before.
She tilts her head up, eyes linking with a similar gaze.
And it's him..
He stands just next to the dance floor, body turned towards the front but his head is tilted to the side towards the floor, as if waiting for someone.
