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K a i (J o n g i n) - Clubbing

For @King_Delirious (thanks for requesting! And I'm sorry for this late late late imagine 💔 I know it's been months, and I'm sure you probably forgot about this ;-;. I'm honestly so happy that I got your request! I hope this imagine is better than you expected! :>)

"C'mon, pleaseeeeeeeeeee?" I stared at my coworker in disbelief.

Seriously...

"Why do you want me to go so bad anyway?"
She turned and pouted. "I don't wanna go by myself! There's weirdos out there, y'know?" "And you being one of them." I whispered under my breath.
"What was that?" she questioned, a glare on her face.
"Ah, nothing!" I quickly replied. I actually wanted to go with her; it would relieve a lot of stress, but I heard a bunch of rumors about that club from my workplace. It's rumored to have perverts and drunkards around that area.
"Y'know, you can meet a few guys," she nudged her elbow into my stomach, "They can keep you company, if you know what I mean." I quickly shook my head. Last time I decided to date someone, it ended worse than I could've imagined. I slightly frowned at the thought, but
"Well hey, you can take the boss with you." I chuckled, trying to take my mind off of those horrible memories.
She gave me a smile that read: "Are you being serious right now?"
Kim Jongin, our boss, runs a tight business around here. Get this done, get that done... Typical authority figure.
"Just come with me!" she whined, "Just once!"

"Are you two almost done with your work?"
Speak of the devil...
I resisted a glare as he whacked my head with a rolled-up newspaper. I yelped, "Was that really necessary?"
"It's not my fault I can hear you from miles away," he smirked. Cocky and bossy; the worst kind of manager you can get.
"Anyway, I think I can let you off of some work," he stated, adjusting the cuff of his suit, "You can take a day off. You've been working hard, (L/n)."
"Thank you so much, sir." I smiled at him. It's rare for me to get a break, so I'm honestly thankful. After he walked away, my co-worker smirked at me.
"Teach me your ways," she laughed, "I want the boss to play favorites with me." I shook my head, and lightly punched her arm.
"So I guess you're free tonight?" she hung an arm around my shoulders and showed me a sly smile.
"I guess." I sighed dramatically.

"Don't wear anything too fancy; that's what she said," I muttered to myself, "I hope she doesn't show up in a dress... No one can make me wear a dress." I picked out whatever looked comfortable and somewhat nice. I heard the doorbell ring.
"Hey (Y/n), you ready?" my friend's muffled voice managed to reach my bathroom.
"I'm coming out now," I hollered. I glanced around the room, making sure I didn't forget anything. By chance, my eyes happened to land on a certain picture. I grimaced and curled my fingers into a fist. I had forgotten to throw away the picture of us. I knew it was wrong to have met him in a bar, but I fell so hard. I won't let it happen ever again. I quickly picked up the photograph and threw it into the trash can.
"Well, it's about time you came out," (Name of random friend) giggled, "And what are you wearing?"
"Sorry for the delay," I said, shutting the door behind me, "I just chose whatever." Here was my friend, all dressed up with makeup and nails done. Could I go hide in a trash can please?
"You still look good," she smiled, "Let's go drink tonight!" She took my hand and dragged me into her car.

God, it's loud in here. Music blasted all around the room. Millions of speakers were set up in every space, and I had to cover my ears. Lights flashed in my face and blinded my eyes.
"What are you doing, killjoy?" she laughed, "Let's go get some shots."
"No thanks, I prefer not to drink." I said as I shook my head. She shrugged and left to find the bartender. I breathed in, then out. Why'd I agree to this again? Was it to escape the memories with him? It felt like a bad dream to be in a place similar to where I met him. There were too many bodies, too much heat, and too much of everything. I looked around to see my friend (already drunk), who was flirting with the bartender. The bartender guy seemed genuinely into her, so I figured she'd be fine with him. I left my seat and moved past the crowd of thousands.
I was about to exit through the back door, but I saw a very familiar figure in the crowd. I turned around and my eyes widened. There was my boss, dancing on the floor. He looked so into it; his body glided across the floor and his movements were fluid-like. I couldn't move from my spot, and my mouth gaped open. My eyes met with his for a split-second, and he smirked. It was the same smirk he gave me earlier that day. He stopped his intricate motions and made his way over to me. I wanted to run away as fast as I could, but I was stuck there. I hurriedly shut my mouth (how long was it hanging open?). I wanted to see him move again. I wanted to see him dance, so bad.
"So this is how you spend your after-work hours?" he laughed. I couldn't face his gaze, and I could not move my lips. I could see the sweat drip down his collarbone. He was dressed so differently. I saw the way his clothes fit around his body. It fit so damn well. I subconsciously reached out my hand to touch his face. Whatever I do now, we can deal with in the morning, said the bad side of me.
"Are you feeling okay?" he raised an eyebrow and placed the back of his hand against my forehead. Don't be stupid, said the smarter side of me. I used my outstretched hand to move his arm away.
"I'm fine, thanks," I mumbled.
"Anytime," he replied, "do you come here often?"
"Not really, first time here actually," I tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear.
"I love it here. It has a nice atmosphere, and the music is amazing."