❝Allow me to get in between your legs and tell each of your children how much of a good dad you are.❞
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Men who are younger than you? No. Men who are older than you? Maybe. A former fuckboy who is now a single father of two, has intense prejudice...
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Jimin's point of view
I drove on the street which was bustling with nightlife. It was the weekend, and I generally prefer to stay in my home after I come from the office. It was unlikely for me to go out at night, especially at midnight. I checked on the time when I left my house.
One might ask why was I doing this in the first place.
The rush of feelings I got when I thought of myself meeting Raemi for the first time after talking for months got the best of me. It made my heart beat with excitement and anticipation. It made me do things I don't do, it made me jolt up from my bed, get ready, and made me drive to the biggest club in Seoul.
I sighed and parked my car a few meters away from the club, not like there was a place for me to park my car anyway. I could feel the vibration of the music even when I was a few meters away from the club. The nightclub was surrounded by people, drunk and sober, from all four sides. I stepped out of my car and walked to the club, digesting my surroundings. As I said, the club was a hotspot of people, mostly young adults. Some were entering the club while some were leaving it. Bouncers were standing at the entrance of the club, checking the IDs of the people.
My face churned in disgust when I saw someone puking their guts out in the alley. I look away in ick. I questioned my life decisions again, again I asked why I was here and whether coming here was worth it. I got a positive answer because Raemi was worth it. Period.
"ID?" The bouncer asked me, his tone flat and uninterested. I gave him my ID and he looked at me from head to toe and then my ID. He gave me back my ID and opened the door for me.
As soon as he opened the door, I was greeted with loud music and its intense vibration along with the sharp smell of alcohol and sweat. Once again, I regretted my decision but at this point, I was too deep to step back.
I fished my phone in the pocket of my shorts and called Raemi, and to my utter despair, she didn't pick up. I tried again, and again, and again but each time it was the same outcome.
She wasn't picking up my phone.
Fuck me.
Now, how I was supposed to find her?
I looked around, with no hope— my eyes widened when I remembered something. Without wasting my time I walked past drunk dancing teenagers and made my way to the bar.
There was no point in searching for Raemi because, duh. She wasn't licking my phone and I haven't seen her. I don't know how she looks or what she is wearing or anything. All I know is her name is Kim Raemi, and she is mad drunk and needs my help. I clenched my jaw when I remembered her irresponsible friend.
I wasn't saying it was bad to go to a club, but if you're taking someone there, you're solely responsible for them when they get drunk. Not to go missing in action and fuck in the restroom while your friend was drunk. Oh, how fucking careless Raemi's friend was.
