Cancer Crew Shit

George/Joji

"Just a bottle of water please." You sighed sitting at the bar. Paying for your water then using it to help take some painkillers. The music was so loud, you couldn't help getting a headache. Good thing you were always prepared.
Your friends had wandered off, drinking and dancing. You had to stay sober, seeing as you were driving these hooligans home.
You complained about the music to yourself, this was miserable, who could be enjoying this?

You noticed two intoxicated men walk up to the dj, handing him a slim case. Oh god, you could only imagine what music these giggling drunks gave to the dj. You prepared yourself...3...2..1-?
Wait what? What was this? The music wasn't terrible...it was actually pretty good! You sat at the bar just enjoying the moment, the song was peaceful. Smiling and taking a sip from your water, humming along as you learned the beat.

"Nice music huh?" A man sitting next to you half chuckled.

"Uh yeah." You smiled, feeling anxious with a stranger talking to you. "It's very beautiful. Just wish I knew the artist and the name.".

He turned to you "It's called Medicine by Joji. It's like a remix of a different song." He sang along to himself then chuckled. "My buddies wanted to embarrass me by playing my music. But it seems someone's enjoying it." He smirked.

"Oh you made this? Wow, it's amazing!".

"Thanks." He smiled back at you, taking off his sunglasses and hat.
"So ya know, I'm Joji. What's yours?" He stuck out his hand.

"Oh I'm Y/N!" You snapped out of the daze you were in.

"Gorgeous name to match a gorgeous face." He replied.

"T-thank you." You fumbled over your words.

The two of you rambled about music, relating over the fact you both had to be sober enough to drive your friends home. Laughing and flirting.

"It's been a nice time talking to you, Y/N." He purred as if he was teasing. "But I gotta get my boys home before Max gets out of hand." He laughed.

"Have a good night!" You cooed back. Disappointed that he had gone so soon.
A few moments later the bartender got your attention.

"That man walking out the door there bought you a shot and told me to give this to ya." The bartender slid the drink and a piece of paper over to you.

You looked at the exit seeing him leave, giving a little wave. Examining the note, it read his number, signed with his name: 'George (Joji) Miller'.
You tried to contain your excitement, taking the shot and slipping the paper deep in your pocket, anxiously waiting to get out of this club so you could speak to him again.

//OH GOD FORGIVE ME I'M SORRY THIS IS TOTAL SHIT. I'm just sick in bed trying not to die of boredom :') //