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Red Lights

Chapter 6

Red Lights

POV Hyunjin

The long path through the windy weather was crashing into the face together with my long hair and the best motorbike I could get at the moment was in my possession to create the whole mess around me, the suit was on me but I cared more of the helmet which I kept open to fell the power of the air just slapping my face and creating the free adrenaline for me in the case I was I the highest crisis here and there.

There was the boring man again chasing the bearable things with everyday life. The remedy was a conflict tearing the tragedy of the poor human heart I possessed and craved to be destroyed to pieces. I was enjoying the pleasure shouting with the full lungs to the fullest to getting the highest satisfaction of a life on the streets, crashing over cars on the street and I knew there was no. chance for the police to stop me and the speed was rising rapidly. Dark blue Yamaha R7 (2023), the monster with the whole driving me insane but in all the pleasuring means and only those ways to create the whole orgasm coming my way and here I felt the need to fuck someone.

I was thirsty for some muddy game inside and the whole syndrome was burning apart the last sane things inside.

I parked the baby on the ousted parking lot of the club I visited for some time, the helmet went off as I brushed the hair back from the face and went through the line of desperate people standing there.

I liked the whole theme there, the red lights and dim surrounding as badly visible faces were the thing I enjoyed the most and the martini with nothing except martini inside. Still water was added at the table as I took the sip throwing the body freely on the sofa. Loud music was slamming my ears with all of the ways to surrender me but I was rather getting it then nagging voices in the head.

POV Felix

The club looked fancy but no sense to me as I entered it with the thoughts I carried inside as my friends captured me into the circle getting some shots as I did and throwing me to the inside circle of the club as I slammed as the stupid teen dream of the dancer left me but the body had the core.

I was a good one, the black longer hair was point with the freckles, and it was my thing to hold.

I left them to get some rest as their bodies wiggled to the chaotic rhythm and the perfectionist inside me was not allowing me that.

I backed on the bar stand with the shots we had not far from the guy dancing and looked at the light, it was coming from everywhere, it was magical and ideal, the bodies looked so good under it, the light itself was drunkening.

The people around with no problems and only sins made me feel sick for a moment but the realisation of how pretty they all looked made me confuse myself for sure.

The male bumped into me passing by.

-Sorry.

I just slammed from the basic means and it made him turn to me in a curious look as there for real existed some adequate people on this planet.

I was a part of them in my free time.

He looked at me, thought and through, it was so annoying.

-What are u looking at?

I asked him as he came closer to me whispering in my ear.

-U hate it, baby.

And he left to the toilets.