⚠️WARNING: CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT⚠️
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I walk into the night club. It's the weekend and the nightlife of Seoul is livelier than ever.
The bright, neon colored strobe lights hit my eyes. The bass vibrates throughout my whole body. The smell of sweat and alcohol reach my nostrils. I'm ready to do what I came here to do, and that's to party and have a good time.
I make my way to the bar right away. I maneuver my way through the body's that are all pushed together dancing to the upbeat music. Finally breaking through the crowd, I see an empty stool at the end of the bar. I take the seat, adjusting my dress in attempts to cover my exposed legs. (Dress in picture below) The last thing I want is some creep hitting on me or trying to slip roofies in my drink.
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I didn't have to wait long until one of the bartenders came to take my order.
A lean, middle-aged man with choppy black hair, walks up. He gives me a smile that reached his eyes.
"What can I get ya, sweet cheeks? Shots are half price tonight. If you choose a bottle from the top shelf, the second drink is on the house!" He has an energy about him that rubs off on you. It's energetic, he seems to like his job.
I return his smile. I like his enthusiasm. I look at his name tag, it reads 'Jun-Seo'
"Thanks, Jun-Seo. I want of bottle of the best whiskey you have, but leave the bottle here with a shot glass please." I slip him a few 50,000₩ bills. "Keep the change." I give him my best smile. I knew I just made this guys night with a huge tip like that.
His eyes widen a bit at the money I placed on the counter, but quickly composed himself. "I'll be back with your bottle in a sec, sweet cheeks." He says taking the money, shooting me a wink before he walks off.
I swivel around on my stool, to look at the people dancing just several paces away. I decided once I was drunk enough, I'd go on the dance floor myself.
As I scan the sea of bodies moving to the music, my eyes land on a man standing in the sound booth, talking with the DJ. He bobs his head to some rap song that just started playing, making hand gestures that go with the beat.
He looks to be my age, maybe a few years older. I couldn't tell from this distance. His white hair was messily smoothed back, some strands falling in his eyes. He wore ripped black skinny jeans, a crisp white v-neck, and had a red leather jacket slung over his shoulder. His style had a cool, edgy look to it that I found attractive.
I realized I've been staring for a bit too long. I must look like a creep. I think I was drooling, how embarrassing...
I avert my eyes for a second then decide to look at the eye candy one last time, before I turn back around to wait for my drink. When I look back up, I see he's looking at me?!
No, he's looking at the person beside me.
I quickly glance to the seat next to me, seeing it's now unoccupied. I look back up to the mystery man, he really is looking at me. I manage to crack a small smile. His dark painted eyes bore into me, making me feel flustered. He sends me a subtle wink, making my heart beat faster.
