I'm not sure why I always go out when I know it just leads me to trouble and sometimes a mental breakdown. I guess it's the rush I get when people notice me. My beautiful face, stunning shoulders and a nice waist.
When I was young I always wanted to be beautiful, and loved. I thought that beauty would bring me love. It seemed to work for other people, but I learned the truth. Beauty lures people in but that isn't love, but lust. Sometimes they can combine though, so that's basically my game plan.
It's not a very good plan though, because I've had no luck so far. It's a cruel, evil world we live in nowadays. I'm left looking for love in places where there's mostly lust. It's truly sickening but I know nothing else but the beats of clubs and the comfort of bars.
I know people look at me, I wish it was with loving eyes. I'm currently wearing a maroon tank top with some lace in the back of it and leather skinny jeans. My makeup is flawless and My appearance is feminine, but clearly shows I'm male. The only thing bringing me down is my own thoughts.
I sigh and work my way to the dance floor. I know I can't really dance but here it's mostly just moving your hips to the beat. The base of the popular tune vibrates through me as I start to dance.
Sweat, blood, lust. It's every where.
I feel a body next to mine. I turn to see a slightly familiar head of purple hair. His skin is a beautiful tan color, and his face has a stunning affect in its own way. I smirk and dance with him. I give him all my attention.
His eyes aren't all lust like how people normally look at me. Sure, there's still some but I admire that it isn't all he sees from me.
Unlike others
We danced until our feet were heavy. Later we sat down for a chat. Apparently his name is Namjoon. I complemented his purple hair. He raps in his spare time but he is focused on his study's at a university right now. He shared so much with me.
I felt like I was lying to him almost, hiding my true self. I didn't want to but what choice do I have? I can't tell him about my life. I don't need a pity party, and I definitely don't want him to be afraid of me.
I wish I didn't have to live a fake life. I wish my life was different, better. Maybe one day I can move far away and forget my crimes. Then not even Namjoon would know. No frightened past every time I sleep, I could be brand new again.
We walked out of the messy,hot club. It was a beautiful night, but Namjoon is much more stunning to look at than any sky or stars.
We trade numbers before we go. Right before I jump in a cab he grabbed my arm and pulls me in. He gives me a peck on the cheek before going off to the parking lot.
He's got me mesmerized like no other has ever before.
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A/n- okay so this made me kinda relive the actual namjin kiss 😂 ugh I hope everyone is liking the story.
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