wrong step | baekhyun

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(am down with a fever when typing this so some parts might sound crazy sorz)

LEE SUNMI

the intoxicating smell of alcohol and sweat overwhelmed me as i stepped into the club. furiously blinking multi-coloured lights threatened to give me a headache and i wanted to get the hell out of that place, but i had to find jungkook.

it's been a few days since my last encounter with baekhyun, and we've been trying to look for pamela but to no avail. every trail we had led to a dead end, but we couldn't give up. moreover, it's only a few more days before pamela's parents get back from their business trip.

this time, jungkook had confidently declared that he found an exorcist. god knows what that kid was thinking, but he believed baekhyun was a demon so rituals and spells were needed to get rid of him. 

why would an exorcist suggest to meet up in a club anyway?! 

i tried to make myself as small as possible and squeezed through crowds of drunk people, occasionally seeing couples grind each other. ugh, i need some holy water for my eyes, i thought while adverting my gaze.

i pulled my phone out and dialed jungkook's number. it rang for so long that i thought he wasn't going to pick up but he did. 

"heeeeeello?" jungkook's slurred voice answered. what the? 

"jungkook? where are you?" i demanded as i covered my ear and headed straight for the toilet so that i could hear him better. 

"lala land."

knowing that he really was was not in his right mind, i mentally rolled my eyes. "seriously, jungkook." i deadpanned, removing my hand from my ear as i reached the washroom. it was noticeably quieter in there, even though the hardcore rock music could still be heard. at least in there, i wasn't forced to brush past people drenched in sweat, or reject drinks from guys who were clearly old enough to be my dad. 

"i'm serious!" jungkook's voice went a pitch higher. "i met the exorcist and he offered me this drink and..." he trailed off, his voice becoming all soft and dreamy-like. "it makes me feel like i'm in lala land." 

i huffed as i pictured him lying somewhere in the club, waiting for me to pick him up. "how many times must i tell you not to accept things from strangers?!"

"ahh noona!" jungkook whined. "it's because he said there's a demonic aura surrounding me and i need to drink it in order to get rid of the demon." 

"wait, so-" i was cut off when a guy bumped into me, causing my phone to fly out from my hand. 

"fuck." i muttered as i bent down, my heart heavy as i flipped my phone over. no cracks, thank god. however, as i stood, i came face to face with the guy who bumped into me. the worst thing was he's blocking the doorway and staring at me with the i-want-to-do-you eyes. shit.

"me?" he smirked. i cleared my throat and kept my gaze down. "excuse me." i mumbled as i tried to navigate my way past him, only to get blocked by his muscular arm. the mixed odour of sweat and alcohol emitted from him made my head dizzy and i was irritated. but looking at his muscular build, i knew there was no way i could fight my way out. 

the guy was drunk, but still sober. he used a finger to prod my chin, forcing me to maintain eye contact with him. as he got closer, i found myself taking small, hurried steps backwards. it was my first time being in such a situation and i had no idea what the hell i should do. call for help? push him away? both options seemed viable, but i was frozen in fear and no matter how fast my mind raced, physically i was unable to help myself. why isn't anyone using the damn toilet?!