paper towels; myg

one

a boy stumbled into the club, being pushed in by his friend. the sound of loud music filling his ears, almost deafening him. regaining his balance from the push, he stood up straight, only to be blinded by bright disco lights moving around the club rapidly. realizing where he was, he turned to his friend. "namjoon I don't think we shou-"

"come on! it's just for tonight! my date said she would meet me here!" namjoon yelled over the loud music. "not like the look of alcohol will kill you or something!"

the boy scoffed. "yea. and where did you meet this date of yours! tinder!?" rolling his eyes he turned towards the door.

namjoon grabbed his friend's arm pleadingly. "please, just for today. after I find her you can go back home."

sighing, the boy relented. "fine. but I'm staying by the door. if we get caught for being underage it's your fault." walking over to one of the walls by the entrance, he leaned his hip against the wall. a cross and sulky looking expression plastered on his face.

"relax. we're not underage." namjoon reassured. "we're just.. one year younger than the age required to be here."

"and that's the meaning of underage." the boy glared. "why don't you go and find your date or something? i'll be here."

namjoon pouted. "just don't leave without me okay? I'm lowkey scared."

"just go! sheesh." the boy pushed namjoon into the large crowd.

not long after, the boy grew bored just standing by the sides. "my legs are fucking tired." he complained. after walking around for some time, he realized that the only chairs were by the bar.

"well that's fucking stupid." he said, a salty aura forming around him.

walking over to the bar, he sat at the last chair. you know, the one closest to the bathroom. but the bartender still noticed him.

"heyhey! what can I get you?" he asked brightly, resting his elbows and invading the boy's personal space.

scowling at the sudden invasion, the boy moved the chair backwards a bit. "nothing, thanks. I'm good."

just as the bartender opened his mouth, the chair next to the boy moved, and a girl plopped herself down on the red fluffy seat.

"god, where is that idiot?" she muttered to herself.

the bartender smiled, facing the girl."oh you're back! what's up? couldn't find him?"

"yeah." the girl sighed. "it's either one, he stood me up. two, he's the messy, lazy, always late kinda guy. or three, he's fucking someone else thinking it's me."

smiling sympathetically, the bartender patted her shoulder. "it's alright. we've all been there."

"I'm pretty sure he hasn't." the girl emphasized the 'he' and pointed towards the boy.

"I'm just here because my friend forced me to." the boy smiled queasily, making sure he was a good 20 cm away from the girl.

"oh really?" the girl raised an eyebrow. "may I ask where he is?"

the boy scratched the nape of his neck in  an unsure manner. "I'm.. not really sure. went to go find this girl he arranged a meetup on."

narrowing her eyes, the girl moved closer to the boy and leaned towards him. "what's the name of your friend?"

startled at the closeness of the both of them, the boy stammered, "kim namjoon."

"huh." the girl leaned back. "for a moment I was considering that your friend was my mystery date."

the boy shrugged. "I'm glad he's not. my friend isn't like that."

the bartender, listening to their conversation smiled happily. "well well, seems like you guys found each other."

"'found each other'?" the boy scoffed. "what's that supposed to mean?"

the girl smiled (probably something she's not going to do very often in this book) and extended her hand towards the boy. "I'm jung yeon. you?"

holy shit her smile is ni-

"yoongi." the boy stammered, shaking her hand.