VIXX Imagines

N x Reader ((Date Night))

It started out as something nice, a secret only you two could know about. Then, it slowly turned into something worse. As the time went on, things kept getting insane. But a promise kept them from separating, until it was the last straw. She couldn't take it anymore.

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"So date tonight, right?"

"Yes. It's tonight."

"Just us, nothing getting in the way, right?"

"Yep. Just us."

"Good. What time?"

"Is 7:00 a good time?"

"Totally. It gives me time to prepare. Where should I go again? And should I dress formal?"

"I'll pick you up. And maybe just jeans, T-shirt, and running shoes."

"Okay then. Um, then I guess I'll see you later. Don't forget!"

"I won't! Don't worry. Love you (Y/N)!"

"Love you too, you goof ball." And with that, you ended the call.

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"Hey! This is N. Sorry that I couldn't get to you sooner. I'm probably busy right now. Leave a message and I'll get back to you. Again sorry." N's voice answered, but that didn't mean he was there. You've heard his voice for the tenth time now and started to get irritated. Tonight was the night, but it didn't seem like it. It was like every other night. You guys plan something, then he never answers his calls, then it leads to you crying to sleep. Normal. Absolutely normal.

"I'm tired of this. Watching TV sounds way better. Maybe (favorite tv show) is on or something." As you started to flip through channels, you got tired, until you heard a very familiar voice. A voice that was supposed to be with you tonight. N was doing another interview with his band mates while you were home alone. It was time you have fun by yourself. Yes, you were going to the club, by yourself, probably going to get drunk, but who cares right now. And since N is a caring and worrying person, you decided to leave a note.

Dear N,
I'm going out for a bit. Maybe having a few drinks or two. I'm leaving my phone at home, so no use calling me. I'm going to the club. You know, with drinks, dancing, people, maybe even knew friends who'd hang out with me while you're on your interviews. P.S. If you go looking for me, I'm at where we first officially met.

Yup. You guys met at a club. How romantic... Now to your closet to change. After sifting through your closet for something 'appropriate' for the occasion. A tight red dress with red heels and some dark makeup to highlight your beauty. After taking a taxi to the club, you quickly paid the man and went inside. The smell of liquor and smoke hit your nose instantly, but you were used to it by now. As you went looking for the bar, a guy started hitting on you, saying dirty pickup lines and trying to touch you were you probably didn't want to be touched.

"Can you please back off?" you said, shrugging your arm so that his hand flew off you.

"Fine." he grumbled and walked away, looking disgusted, even though you should be the one disgusted by his sudden action. After walking though a dance floor, occasionally dancing with random people, you've finally found the bar and started to order tons of alcohol.

"I'll have a shot of vodka and a martini. I'm trying to get drunk." you ordered the drinks and as soon as they came, the bartender started to suggest more drinks, of course wanting you to spend as much money on these drinks as possible.