p.sunghoon → f.y.b.f.

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→ A FEW HOURS LATER

"NARI!! NARI COME HERE!!! THEY HAVE STRIPPER POLES!!" Eunbyeol yelled my name from somewhat across the club, she made her way over to me, despite a little unbalanced, she grabbed my arm and dragged me over to the section where the poles were located.

Okay, what the fuck.

It looked like harmless fun, I mean, I already looked like a stripper, may as well play the role while I'm at it.

Other people were pretending to spin on the poles, laughing and recording themselves. Me and Eunbyeol were already leading our way towards liver failure, but regardless, it was fun.

I pretty much lost all sense of common sense, and was devoid of any shame at all, so with urgency and laughter, me and Eunbyeol got on a stage with a pole, pretending to spin around on it as if we were actually strippers.

I pulled my phone out from my bag, my first instinct? To send Sunghoon a video.

Usually it wouldn't be the right thing to send a drunken video to a guy you fuck with, but considering I lost all morals, and probably wouldn't remember anything at all the next day, I checked myself out in the camera as Eunbyeol began spinning around on the pole.

I recorded myself, it wasn't anything too insane, I essentially was just thirst trapping, and then panned the camera to Eunbyeol who literally, was about to either: give herself whiplash, or motion sickness.

With no further consultation whether sending this video to him was a good idea or not, I did it regardless, carelessly placing my phone back in my bag and already forgetting that I did such thing.

We stepped off the elevated surface, heading down and trying to navigate throughout the crowd.

We both were having the time of our lives, not a single thought ran through our head that was slightly moral.

As we made our way through the crowd, I bumped into a man, rather tall, well built - it seemed, I looked up, he looked down at me, and we exchanged a second of eye contact.

His friends called him over, and Eunbyeol was trying to drag me away, but this man was good looking too.

I turned my head back, looking at him as Eunbyeol dragged me further into the depths of the crowd, the guy did the exact same, sharing a smirk at me as he looked away.

Damn, I suppose there was always a way to overcome the thing with Sunghoon.

"I'm on the verge of peeing myself right now, come ooooon!!!" Eunbyeol dragged me to the queue for the toilet, there was a decently long line, and she was getting quite annoyed.

But, from the corner of my eye, the same guy I passed by was also waiting beside his friend.

I watched as he lift his head, looking over to me and staring. He gave a light smirk, whispering something to his friend and quickly heading over towards me.

"Hey, couldn't help but say you've caught my attention." He meekly rest his hand on the nape, and although he was good looking, I admit, but I couldn't help but think of Sunghoon.

Yeah? And what about that girl he was caught with. 

I rolled my eyes at my own thoughts, despite the fact I was drunk out of my head, I still thought about him.

"Is that so?" I teased him a little, as he just chuckled.

"I don't have my phone on me right now, it's with my friend, but," He grabbed something from his pocket, and it was a little strange at first, but I questioned nothing.

He pulled out a black marker, handing it to me.

I uncapped the marker with my teeth, grabbing the palm of his hand and writing my number down on it. I closed the marker, handing him the pen back along with a blowing kiss as Eunbyeol dragged me into the bathroom.

She ran into the bathroom with speed, I looked at myself in the mirror, the bathroom had a dim atmosphere all over.

I touched up some of my makeup, fixing stray strands of hair, and making sure I looked equally as good as I did when I came in.

I felt my phone ping, but with the additional booming of the music, I wasn't quite sure whether it was my phone or what.

Regardless, Eunbyeol came out of the bathroom shortafter, fixing her outfit and washing her hands.

The two of us continued our little night at the club, being absolute idiots with no regard for how we looked in that moment.

Everything will definitely hit us the next morning though.