Reaching The Top[2pm Junho FANFIC]

Chapter 3: Audition Preperation(2)

Chapter 3: Audition Preperation(2)

It had been about 4 hours since I had arrived, although a small voice in the back of my head kept on telling me to leave, I ignored the voice. I sat were I was, next to the handsome man, that I now knew as Junho.

And we had been getting along extremely well.

"Are you free tomorrow?" He asked as he poured me some more soju.

"No I'm auditioning tomorrow," I say as I down the drink in one go.

"Then you have to stay longer and give me attention," he pleads me.

And how could I say no to that face.

I laugh at his cute face "I'm staying," I tell him reassuringly, although I know, deep down inside, I'm supposed to already have gone a long time ago.

But I stay.

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Almost everybody has gone, even Jackson, BoMi and Namjoon. Who i thought was going to stay the longest. But Namjoon left, saying he had to practice his dancing, and BoMi soon after with the same excuse.

So there was only about 6 people left, and that included me and Junho.

"Hey, lets go somewhere more fun," he tells me, looking really drunk.

I nod, complying because it looked like everyone was leaving anyway, so we might as well.

As we were walking out the restaurant I wondered who could've payed for such a big meal.

"Hey Junho?"

"Yes my lady?" His words were slurred.

"Who payed for everything?"

"Most likely BoMi, her familys rich as fûuuuuck!" He shouts at the top of his lungs. I feel a few stares come at our direction. I pathetically try to hide myself from the embarrassment.

But it doesn't do any good, since I'm standing in the middle of the street with a drunk man.

He suddenly grabs my hand, "Let's go there!" He shouts like a child as he point in the direction of a club. He pulls roughly after him.

"Junho, we should-"

"Shush An, we're going!" He tells me pouting softly.

And I give in to him. There's not a single thing I can do to go against that face.

And once again he turns his back to me, and pulls me along by our conjoined hands.

As we enter the club, my eyes are blinded with multicoloured lights. And music blaring in my ears.

Junho pulls me to the dance floor, immediately grooving along to the beat. Doing random dance movements, the worst I've ever seen. Whilst I stand there, like a statue. Completely still. I barley dare to breathe. So I guess I'm worse then him?

"Come on baby, dance!" He places his hands on my waist and attempts to move them along with the beat.

"Ju-Junho! What are you doing?!" I try to push his hands off of my waist. But to no prevail. His hands just grab on tighter, pinching into my waist.

That's going to leave a mark.

"Hey An, let's go get a drink!" He shouts over the music.

I nod silently and grab a hold of his arm as I follow him to the bar. The club was filled with people. There was barley any space to walk. In addition to all that the lights constantly flashing in my eyes and the music almost bursting my ear drums, is no help what soever.