𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫 │Nishimura Riki

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[Bad desire] - [enhypen]

The sun dipped low behind the city skyline, casting a warm amber glow through the tall windows of Lily's apartment. Evening was settling in with that perfect balance of calm and anticipation, the kind that hints at a night full of possibilities even if not everyone's eager to embrace them.

Alessia and Chiara, the effortlessly glamorous models and Lily's friends, were already in full party prep mode. Scattered around the room were glittering dresses, high heels, and makeup kits, their laughter and chatter filling the space like a contagious energy. They moved like a well-oiled machine, swapping outfits and throwing playful teasing at each other, totally in their element.

Meanwhile, Lily was sitting cross-legged on the bed, half-dressed, surrounded by a chaotic pile of clothes, notebooks, and coffee mugs. She was fighting with a stubborn zipper on her favorite denim jacket, muttering under her breath about fashion curses and why every zipper in her life decided to betray her today.

Just then, her younger sister burst into the room a living, breathing energy drink of teenage sass. "Lily! Can you open your laptop for me? I want to play that game the one with the dragons and stuff."

Lily's eyes rolled dramatically. "Seriously? I'm not your personal IT help, Sofia."

Chiara, lounging on the window sill with her phone in hand, chuckled. "Girl, let her live. She's got stories to write, dreams to chase."

Alessia nodded in agreement, flicking her perfectly manicured nails. "Yeah, Sof, chill. Give the girl some space."

Sofia pouted but wasn't about to back down. "But I need it. And you're just sitting there."

Lily sighed, surrendering to the chaos only a little. "Fine. But if my drafts get deleted, you owe me big time."

Sofia grinned victoriously and practically dove for the laptop, while Alessia and Chiara exchanged amused looks the kind that said, here we go again.

As the laptop screen flickered to life, the room seemed to shift a brief pause before the night's storm of glitter, noise, and forced fun.

The city lights blurred past as they piled into Alessia's sleek black car, the engine purring like a wild cat eager for the night ahead. The air was thick with anticipation and the unmistakable buzz of weekend freedom. Alessia cranked up the music, the bass pulsing through their bodies as the car sliced through the evening traffic, winding its way toward the heart of the city.

Pulling up to the club, the scene was exactly as expected a neon-lit hive of energy and glamour, buzzing with people who lived for the night. The thumping beat spilled onto the sidewalk, mixing with laughter, shouted conversations, and the clinking of glasses. Velvet ropes lined the entrance, but with Alessia and Chiara's names whispered like a secret password, no door stayed closed long.