Songs [BANG CHAN ONE-SHOTS]

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A/N: This story contains a lot of swearing. 

TW: mention of drugs, rape, and prostitution

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One last streak of lip gloss, one more spray of the musky perfume, and one last look in the tall mirror before you turned off the lights of your bedroom. The tight black leather skirt hugged your hips and ass perfectly, complimenting every curve. The white crop top you put on had a perfect cut, exposing your cleavage just right. And the clicking of your heels as you went down the white marble stairs was music to your ears. Dressing up sexy lifted up your confidence and tonight you were feeling extra special.

With the black leather jacket hung on your shoulders, you made it to the foyer, turning your head to the right where the living room was. The double doors were opened and you could see and hear a bunch of old crusty men laughing, drinking, and smoking. From your position, you could also see some young girls who were most likely prostitutes snaking their drugged and intoxicated bodies around those fat men, all while dressed in lingerie. It made you gag.

You rolled your eyes and went to the door, giving it a soft knock to grab their attention.

"Hey, Insik, I'm going out with the girls, just so you know," you addressed your fat bold stepfather who was sitting in one of the armchairs, smoking a fat cigar, whiskey in one hand, and an 18-year-old slut in the other. Yeah, you were on a first-name basis with him because you didn't see him as a father figure in the slightest.

Insik laughed through a raspy cough and raised his whiskey glass as if he were saluting you, "Go on, baby girl, have fun! But bring those friends to play with us later, okay?"

You gave him a smile although your stomach was twisting, threatening for the dinner to come out of your mouth right then and there. Yet you clenched your jaw and reminded yourself, once again, that there was only one person who could call you by that nickname, not this rusty crusty old man.

The men returned to drinking, laughing, and making out with the girls who could age-vise be their daughters and you turned on your heel, twirling your black purse.

"Laugh until you can, you scumbags," you hissed and slammed the entrance door shut, hurrying down the long stairs to meet your girlfriends in the awaiting convertible.

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White Porcshe convertible was blasting music and cruising the streets. You took a big gulp of pure vodka straight from the bottle and passed it to your two friends sitting in the backseat. As the car approached the harbor and the long line of warehouses, you lowered the volume on the radio, plopping down in the passenger' seat.

"Alright, girls, we're here!" you announce and the three of them cheer, settling down as two guards that were standing by the warehouse entrance approach the car.

"Ooh, I can't wait to see what sort of kinky stuff Hyunjin has for me tonight," the blonde Jess who was at the steering wheel shivered in excitement.

"I'm taking the MinSung pair tonight," curly-haired Ava shrugged from the backseat.

"Fine!" Ava's twin sister Amy pouted, crossing her exposed arms under her big boobs, "I'm taking what's left. I'm fine with any or all of them."

They collectively laughed as you flipped your hair at the security guard. He recognized you and nodded to his colleague. The two men rushed back to the big metal door and started pulling it open.