riki.nishimura → cherry lipstick

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About an hour in, Heejin had booked us a table, for all of us. It was filled with liquor, shots, all the good stuff.

I wasn't surprised she could afford all of this, her boyfriend had a real good job.

It was all going well, we were pissed out of our heads and everything was funny to us. Except the part where Joyeon almost pulled a girl's hair off.

She approached some girl near the bar, accidentally nudging her as she walked by. The woman stopped and glared at Joyeon, which caused her to stop.

"You got a fucking problem hoe?" Joyeon retort, looking the woman up and down. I was laughing from not so afar, staring at the sight going down.

"You speaking to me? Look at yourself, you look like the hoe yourself." She scoffed, she seemed as if she didn't belong in this club to be honest.

Chanel purse, Chanel two piece and a fresh blowout. She was not dressed in club attire, and if she was, then she must be a real boring person to be around.

"Hoe where? Can't believe your talking with that fake ass Chanel bag." Joyeon argued, giving the woman some crazy dirty glances.

"Fake where? This is real authentic Chanel, unlike that disgusting ass dress you're wearing." The woman scoffed, checking her nails.

"Oh you wanna see disgusting? Alright, let me show you disgusting." Joyeon pounced on the girl, she squealed as Joyeon genuinely pulled pieces of hair out of her head, I quickly dragged Joyeon off her.

"You are a crazy ass fucking woman! You just ruined my three hundred dollar blowout! Crazy bitch!" She yelled, storming towards the bathroom.

"Joyeon! We're in a public space." I told her with a serious tone, but that quickly faded into a giggle as we both laughed over that.

"That girl was so entitled. She got what she deserved." Joyeon scoffed, flicking a piece of hair out of her face.

"Tell me about it." I rolled my eyes, "This is real authentic Chanel." I mimicked her voice, mocking her.

"Sure it was authentic, probably down from the grandmas at the flea markets." Joyeon flipped her hair over her shoulder, walking over back to the table.

I sat on the stool, leaning on the bar as I looked to see the selection. I ordered a basic cocktail, sipping it slowly as the lights dimmed and faded into a low colour.

I could barely see much at this point.

A figure sat beside me. The presence itself gave me goosebumps, a cold breeze wrapping itself around me, followed by a strong musk.

I looked beside me, trying to see who had such an assertive aura that turned the entire room cold. Yet, I couldn't make out the face due to the dim lights.

Finally, the lights brightened ever so slightly, and I could make out the face of the man beside me.

It was a pretty young man, his cheekbones strongly upright, lips full and plump, tinted with a hint of gentle pink. His low set eyes were particularly sharp, luring me to want to know more about him, just his single fierce gaze at the bartender intimidated me.

His voice even more so.

"Whiskey." His voice was lower than I thought it'd be. His word let alone, sent a heavy feeling weighted on my chest.

I cut my gaze off him, awkwardly taking a sip of my cocktail and swallowing hard. Despite my intimidation, I couldn't help but stare at him from my peripheral. His nose was so perfect too.

I think this was one of the best looking guys I've seen my entire life.

It was weird, I got a weird sensation around him. He suddenly loosened his tie, unbuttoning his collar buttons twice, revealing his defined shoulders and collarbones.

Not only that, a tattoo.

The tattoo was in black ink, it was alluring, and even more so attractive. I was surprised I didn't find myself drooling right now.

It captivated me, his tattoo. And the name itself sounded somewhat familiar.

'MURA'

"Are you going to keep staring at me?" The same deep voice cut me out of my thoughts, I quickly hurried my focus back forward, taking another sip of my drink quickly.

How embarrassing.

I felt his gaze fixate onto me, refusing to leave.

You know what? It's not like I was going to see this guy again, why should I be afraid of him, just because he's attractive?

I turned to look at him, his eyes sharply staring at me. Genuinely, this was the most beautiful man I've ever laid my eyes on.

I gently cleared my throat, not breaking eye contact for a start.

"Was just interested by your tattoo." I told him, looking away and sipping my drink once more. He gave a low chuckle, grabbing his glass and taking a sip.

"You sure you weren't interested by me?" He uttered, and I turned to look at him again. His eyes narrowly glaring at me, his lips curved into a wicked smirk.

"No."