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he entered the club, watching as hundreds of bodies crammed together on the dance floor in a pool of sweat. hui was never one for such clubs like this, found in the middle of the city and the slum, stuffed between the poor and the rich, but tonight, he needed something in particular.
and that something was car keys.
his eyes roamed the club. the walls were painted magenta pink but seemed purple under the dim lighting, the dance floor took up most of the space, with loud music blasting into his ears and a dj sat at the edge of the floor. after awhile of looking, he found what he was searching for. and that was the bar.
he made his way across the room, still dressed in his low cut silk top he deemed appropriate for a setting such as a popular nightclub. hui figured in order to seem rich, you must look rich, too. and he was right. the repeated grinding of bodies together only accepted him further into the club due to his appearance.
he spotted two foreigners from behind, one with crazy braids, buns, and designs in her hair, and another with more normal, straight styled hair.
he looked at the foreigner on the right and spotted the jingling car keys placed next to her. he hardly thinks as he places himself behind them, swinging one arm around each.
"hello, ladies." he says. the girls face twist with disgust and as expected, they push hui off without much thought. this is exactly the reaction he wanted, though. as the pink-haired boy slips away, he lets his hands glide over the keys, interlacing them with his bony fingers.
to his luck, the two girls don't notice, and he smirks to himself as he hides them in his pant pocket, confidently strolling away from the nightclub scene, but not before ordering a shot of vodka.
he pushes open the doors of the nightclub, the calm city night being interrupted by the loud bass music coming from inside of the tightly-spaced club. he glances up at the neon sign that topped the small building, reading the bright curly letters out loud to himself.
"seduction." he smirks to himself as the word leaves his mouth, tasting sweet as it floated off of his tongue. he shakes the inappropriate thoughts of the foreigners dancing together out of his mind and makes his way across the city streets, wrapping his arms around his cold form as he did so.
the night was still young, and as he glanced to his wrist watch he realized it was 10:37 pm. he knew the two girls wouldn't leave the club anywhere near this hour, so he had a fair amount of time left to find their car.
he leisurely strolled across the abandoned streets, a car or two passing by every few moments. he whistled a tune to himself as he walked, running his hands through his soft hair and smiling.
the night is still young, he thought to himself, waving his hand politely at a car that stopped to let him go past. and so am i.
for all of hui's life, he had been stuck living in a dump. his parents abandoned him there when he was 13, leaving him with a family friend, kwon. kwon raised hui for most of his teenage years, teaching him life lessons. but not the type of life lessons an average parent would teach their adolescent.
hui's earliest memory from the slum, as a matter-of-fact, was kwon teaching him how to steal food from the local restaurants. everything turned around all at once, though, when kwon fell in love.
his only focus was his girlfriend, not his adopted son hui, who soon had to adapt to being alone. being abandoned once again. and he adapted by doing the only thing he knew how to do, steal. but on these occasions, he would steal from kwon.
hui bit his lip and felt small tear droplets forming at the corners of his eyes, soon wiped away with the sleeves of the navy-blue silk. he sniffled and continued down the road, his eyes soon landing on the closest parking garage where he figures the ladies would have parked.
he fishes around in his pocket until he hears a quiet clinging and loops his finger inside of the keychain. he pressed the lock button until he heard a small beeping from the distance.
he looked up to see a bright glow from the top floor of the parking garage, now knowing well the source of his ticket out of the slum. he takes the elevator up and flashes the valet a smile as it slowly rises up.
not soon after, hui hears a ding, and a small click implies the elevator doors are soon to open. they do, and he steps out, letting his footsteps slap against the cold concrete beneath them. it was one of the only cars around, a small, luxurious white car with shining tires and clear windows.
he steps in and cracks the engine, letting his hands run over the cool leather that covered most of the beautiful car's interior. the engine makes a soothing hum and the radio turns on, playing a well-known song from the 80s called '365 fresh.'
note; just pretend hui, hyuna and e'dawn weren't involved in the making of fresh and it was different artists.
as the lovely voices and blasting music filled the updated speakers of the car, he grinned to himself and sped down the floors of the parking garage, leaving the slum he had known so well behind and driving forward into the well-lit city.
YALL I JUST WANNA SAY STAN TOPP DOGG STAN TALENT TYSM HERE ILL SHOW YOU WHAT ONE OF MY ANGELS LOOKS LIKE;
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WHAT A LOOK YOU GUYS AND HE HAS DIMPLES STAN JENISSI PLS
