Butterflies | Chan ✓

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      Chan felt like he was being too nosy.

Its been three days ever since he talked to Minho and a lot has been going through his mind. And to top things up, a certain curiosity was brewing in him, to go over at the club and know for sure, but he felt restricted, like he was snooping around. I mean its a club, right? Anyone can get in or out. Minho who has been standing there, watching Chan ponder over and over, groaned, letting Chan know that he was tired of him being a pussy.

“Are we going in or not?” Minho sighed, nudging his head at the entrance. “I'm already late as fuck!”

“Geez, you make it sound like its an appointment, ” Chan scoffed under his breath, joining the younger as they made their way inside the packed club, filled with intoxicated individuals vibing to the loud thumping music, the flashing lights making it hard for their moving figures to register to the bewildered Chan.

“Move faster, Old man,” Minho teased, tugging Chan along with him.

The older simply scoffed, looking at the bar, searching for Minjun. Surely she must be one of those bartenders, that's why she knew so much about drinks. But he had no luck, only sighing exasperatedly as he sat down next to Minho, the pink haired ordering drinks for both of them. "Are you sure Minjun works here? She said she has a shift today but I can't find her."

Minho down his mojito, squinting his eyes, his tongue clucking to savour the taste more. Once he was done with his wincing session, the younger replied. “Oh yeah. Your girlfriend,” he sniffed, signalling the bartender to keep their tab open. “Come, I'll take you to her.”

Like a lost puppy, Chan was trailing being Minho, who seemed to really know this place, ducking the excited crowd. Both males stopped in front of a room, that wasn't as packed as the main room. And rather than dancing and doing whatever, these particular bunch seemed to have their attention pinned at the same point, cheering and hooting loudly as some petite figure twirled around a high pole.

“Minho, I'm not here to watch-” Chan tugged the younger back, sounding a bit uncertain, which he was, this whole thing made him uncertain. He wasn't really the type to go out clubbing or indulging in various partying activities and being out here tonight was a huge step for him.

Minho knotted his brows, in confusion, but still had that smirk on his lips. “Don't you wanna know where Minjun works?” his tone laced with excitement and mischief.

Chan thought for a while. “Not really, no,” he shook his head. “If she wanted me to know, she would've told me!”

“Aww, cute. But I don't give a fuck!”

The reluctant blue haired was pulled deeper into the lesser crowd, his eyes now trained on the dancing girl. It was kinda impressive though, the way her body curled around the metal, somehow levitating with parted legs that soon wrapped around the pole, the girl now spinning.

And this made the crowd go wild, including the engaged Minho. Chan rolled his eyes at the younger. He averted his gaze back to the dancer, fascinated by her moves. The room was pitch black, except from the glowing neon lights emitting from the platform, minor decorations, some people from the crowds' accessories and the dancer.

She was donned in glowing two piece lingerie, garter belt and heels.

Minho who was enjoying the show, leaned closer to Chan, pointing at the performer, a huge grin on his face. “That's Minjun.”

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Never have I ever; Gotten into a fight

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