Hate You, Love You. | Jenlisa

15

The neon lights dance around as bodies swarm the dance floor, ready to kick start the night on a high note. It's not as packed as I thought it will be; I can head count thirty people who are all my classmates. Rosé and I arrive at the hotel's indoor club–Nirvana–in record time and she immediately runs to the dance floor after I tell her that I'm really not in the mood to dance. I'm not an introvert per se, I just don't so well with large gatherings, or people, or... dancing.

The only way my ass is dancing on that floor is if I have some liquor in me, and I don't plan on drinking tonight.

As my eyes hover around the area, I recognize a few of my classmates, some of them dancing in the middle of the square shaped dance floor, others heading towards the bar to have a drink or two... or five, and then there are the ones who got right into making out at a corner–Lisa Manoban being one of them.

It may be dark, save for the neon lights, but I can recognize those long legs, bangs and blonde hair from a mile away. It's her, and she has her tongue down the throat of some girl which I swear is not Nancy.

I stare at the pair for a while and feel a pang in my chest, but I ignore it and head towards the bar. The bar is located in a different section of the club, but not completely far away from the noise and high tempo EDM song playing on the dance floor.

Plopping my butt on the stool, I observe the high schoolers who are twisting, jiving, grinding and having a good time. My lips curve into a smile when I see that Rosé is actually dancing with none other than Jisoo. She has her hands on her waist and she's leaning into her as the song moves their bodies to the rhythm.

"So, want a drink?"

I turn my attention to the boy smiling at me and I shake my head in the negative. "No, I'm good."

"You sure?"

"Yes, Taehyung. I'm positive."

Taehyung is a fellow classmate of mine. I usually catch a glimpse of him in class, in the hallway or at lunch, but we've never actually talked before.

"So, you're on bar duty tonight?" I ask coyly.

He grabs a glass and cleans it with a white cloth. "Yeah, Lisa asked me to since I have experience with this sort of thing."

"You've worked at a bar before?" I thought rich kids never worked a day in their life.

"You can say that. My dad owns a few nightclubs around the world, so I worked at one of his clubs last summer and kinds learnt how to run a bar and mix drinks."

"That's actually impressive."

"Thank you."

"Lisa is paying you for doing this, right?" It looks like hard work manning a bar all by himself all while attending to soon-to-be-drunk and horny teenagers.

"No, I don't need the money." Must be nice. "Besides, I owe Lisa, so this is my repayment."

I nod in understanding. "I see."

"So, why aren't you dancing with your friend, Rosé?"

"The whole club scene isn't my thing," I confess. "The only reason why I'm here is because Rosé dragged me, literally. Also, I have to keep an eye on her and make sure she doesn't go overboard."

"I feel you. I'm not really into it myself." He motions to the dance floor where Rosé, Jisoo and a few other people are doing a choreographed dance to Meghan Thee Stallion's 'Savage'. "Looks like she's having the time of her life there."

That she is.

"How do you know my friend is Rosé?" I don't remember mentioning it to him and we haven't even had a conversation up until this very moment.