Yang Yang imagines (Hiatus)

Overprotective

"But I don't want to go anywhere..." You whine as your boyfriend, Yang Yang, leads you towards the room the two of you share and makes you sit down on the bed by your shoulders. 

He opens the closet and scans your clothes one by one. "You don't even go out that much. I don't think you'll ever get bored staying inside these four walls. You need to be taken out every once in a while. It's good for your health, love." Your boyfriend says, sighing over how boring your closet is.

All you could do was stare at him in disbelief. "Oh my God. You're such a liar I swear to god. I'll throw you out of this balcony. Who gets the groceries? Me. Who goes out to buy all the decorations? Me. You have no right to say I don't go out very often because I do!" You cross your arms over your chest and look away as he laughs out loud.

He turns from the closet to face you and slowly comes closer to you as you scoot away from him, advancing towards the bed even more. He pulls you towards him by your leg and hovers on top you. He puts his right hand on the bed to support himself and plants a light kiss on your nose, smiling in the process of doing so.

"I was joking when I said you don't go out often, princess. I'm sorry."

You squeeze your eyes shut as he moves towards your lips and softly kisses you.

"I have your red dress out. Wear it and look pretty like you always do. We're going out." He says as he moves away from you, walking out of the room.

"But where are we going?" You ask, curiosity laced in your tone.

"Club", he replies from the other room. Oh..Club. One of the many places that I dislike.....

He comes back with a pair of black pumps and shows them to you."They go along, right?" You nod in agreement and keep them on the carpet to wear after you're ready.

A while later, your car stops in front of what definitely looks like a club. Grungy children stood near the entrance of the club, fighting to get in somehow. There were young women and men. Teens who were trying to get themselves in the club to drink and cry out their frustrations on how their boyfriend / girlfriend cheated on them. Some who came to find someone to be their one night stand.

You step foot out of the car, your heels clicking on the road as you get out. You feel nauseous as you start to smell alcohol and sweat surrounding the club. Your boyfriend takes your arm in his and like this, arm in arm you both enter the club.

You look at the sea of bodies dancing and grinding onto each other. The whole place is jam packed with people dancing like there's no tomorrow. You cover your ears, in attempts to block out the music blasting in the club. Wow. Guess who's going to be deaf by tomorrow .

He leads you to the bar and being the gentleman he is, he pulls out the chair for you to sit and and seats himself beside you. You adjust yourself in your seat, wiggling as you do so. You prop you elbow on the counter, chin resting on your palm as you face your boyfriend.

"So, what are we here for? Getting drunk? Because I seriously can't dance without throwing up here." He rolls his eyes at you and mimics your position, resting his chin on his palm too.

"I seriously have no idea what we're about to do or why we came here. It's just been so long since I've been to loud places and observed people dancing like crazy." He giggles softly.

You narrow your eyes at him. "You mean observe girls dancing like crazy don't you?" He emits a loud, fake gasp, his hand reaching his chest to show he's offended. "I would never. Me? Observe a girl who isn't you-" His words get cut off by the bartender who asks what the two of you would fancy having.