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iv. a fling? ─ p.m

[ a fling? ]

pokimane

genre ; angst with fluff ending.
word count ; 1486

Y/n had had a long day at work, and all he wanted was a drink to unwind. He walked into the dimly lit bar, taking in the smell of alcohol and cigarettes. It was the kind of place he frequented when he wanted to be alone, just him and his thoughts.

But as he made his way to the bar, he saw her. Imane. She was sitting alone in a corner booth, nursing a drink and staring off into space. Y/n felt a spark of interest, but he tried to shake it off. He wasn't in the mood for company.

But then she looked up, catching his eye. "Hey," she said, gesturing for him to come over. "You look like you could use a drink."

Y/n hesitated, but the look in her eyes was too inviting to resist. He walked over to her table, taking a seat across from her.

"Thanks," he said, accepting the drink she offered him. "What brings you here?"

Imane shrugged. "Just trying to unwind, like you."

They talked for hours, about everything and nothing. He found himself in a cozy bar with this beautiful girl named Imane. Y/n found himself drawn to her, to the way she laughed and the way she looked at him. But he knew that he wasn't looking for anything serious. He was just looking for a fling, someone to pass the time with.

As the night wore on, the conversation got more and more heated. Y/n knew that he could have her if he wanted to, and a part of him wanted nothing more than to take her home with him.

Things between Y/n and Imane got more and more heated. They ended up back at her place, tangled up in sheets and passion. But even in the throes of passion, Imane could sense that Y/n was already thinking about his next move.