Playboy or Not? |m.yg [under editing]

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I eyed the amber liquid and the golden glow of the glass-like cubes. I poked them with with my manicured nail to hear them jingle in the pre-dawn silence. I watched, entranced, as they bounce back up- remaining mostly submerged like mini icebergs. Wrapping my fingers around the glass, I felt my heat leach into the drink. Alcohol. The elixir of my life. I raised the glass to sip, feeling the keen burn on my tongue and throat- a burn that used to make me recoil as a girl. Yet now it was a feeling I longed for, to forget. "First time going drinking?" Baekhyun swished his head side to side, his eyes shaped into crescent as he eyes the glass I was holding. "I wish I could say yes" I coughed up a chuckle—I didn't go drinking often. I tried it and never did like it until now. "Your not so innocent as you seem" Jimin placed his shot down—waving his hand to catch the attention of the bartender. A sad, distant laugh came from my lips as I tilted my hand to let the glass settle on my lips and feel the cold burning liquid drip into my mouth. "I don't have high tolerance"

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Short chapter, I know