riki.nishimura. → yours sincerely

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We arrived at the destination, it was a warehouse, but judging from the amount of cars parked outside, and the loud music blasting inside, it clearly wasn't just an ordinary warehouse.

Eunmi grabbed my hand, running inside.

Immediately, we were greeted by someone stood by the door, holding a basket of, what seemed like pieces of paper.

I looked at the guy holding the basket, confused as to what it was.

"These are bingo cards, there are nine boxes, and I suppose what you need to do is just.. complete them." He explained roughly, Eunmi and I took one, and as we head in, I began reading them.

'take a photo while sitting on a stranger's lap'
'french kiss someone'
'give a stranger your number'

I read mine, as Eunmi read hers. It seemed as if they had different objectives and tasks, each one of them. Eunmi peered over to see what mine read.

"Hey, Haeun, if I see you doing any of these, I'm slapping you, just saying." She pointed her finger at me, jokingly laughing as I just laughed back at her.

"Uh yeah same here, I don't wanna see my sister get given a hickey by some fuckboy." I chuckled, we head deeper into the club, and a guy approached Eunmi.

As he came closer, it turned out to be the man himself, who invited her.

"Eunmi!! Long time no see!" He gave her a quick hug before glancing over at me, and raising his eyebrows slightly.

"Seonho, that's my younger sister. Off limits." She had a huge smile on her face as he gave a chuckle.

"Don't worry, I'm not here for your sister." He chuckled, "come on, let me introduce you guys to my table."

And with that, he led us to the booths away from the dancefloor, it was much more relaxed here. He guided us to a certain booth, and previously, I was excited to be here, but now looking at the faces on this table, not so much.

My heart almost dropped to my feet seeing one guy in specific.

"Kang Haeun, huh." Niki's eyes dropped from my face to my outfit, then back at my face. And with such sharp eyes, all he did was stare with a smirk on his face.

"Jesus, not the fuckboy." I rolled my eyes as Eunmi looked over at me, confused.

"Didn't you ask who he w-" She didn't seem to get the memo up until I shot her a glare, and then she finally shut up, moving up so I could sit in the booth.

It was a table of four guys, and three girls, excluding us. I was sat opposite Niki, and he took his glass off the table, taking a sip and staring at me at the same time.

"Aw what, you aren't drinking Niki?" The guy beside him put his arm around his shoulder, taking a sip of his own liquor.

"Who the hell is gonna drive you all home if not me?" Niki chuckled, looking over to his friends for a second, and then back at me.

"Oh yeah, forgot about that." He gave a chuckle, before unraveling a piece of paper in his hands. It was his own bingo card and he began reading from it.

The entire table began doing the same, except from me, I just stared at my phone, trying to get rid of that feeling that a certain person was still staring at me.

I looked up from my phone as everyone was discussing their bingo card objectives, and I feel like that was the biggest mistake of my life.

Immediately making eye contact with Niki, he spoke among the other conversations on this table.

"What's on yours, Haeun?" My name rolled off his tongue so smoothly, and I wondered what his obsession was with my name.

I gave a chuckle, looking to the side for a second before glaring back at him.

"What? Are you hoping to complete some of them?" I gave a scoff, a small smirk forming on my face as one did the exact same on his face.

He tilt his head to the side slightly, just staring at me, intrigued.

"What would you do if I said yes?" Niki raised his brow lightly, taking another sip of his mystery liquid in his glass. I'm assuming it was water or something like that.

"Pfft." I rolled my eyes, but he held his hand out lightly across the table, insinuating that I should hand him over my paper so he could see what was on it.

I stared at him, this guy was really something. But regardless, I gave him my paper, taking a good chug of my drink, the alcohol flowing down my throat bitterly.

He read it, a smirk forming wider and wider as his eyes scanned down the rows. He looked up at me, turning the paper around and pointing on one of them specifically.

'take a photo while sitting on a stranger's lap'