It was 3 a.m., the club packed to the last places on the dance floor, the wild rhythms mixing with the foggy steam, the lights running crazily, the people jumping up and down, there were different things on the floor, spilled drinks, broken glass, lost underwear. Lucas was making his way with effort till he reached the bar, he searched for his fake ID, he wasn't even the legal age for drinking in Korea, whatever, he looked mature enough to never have anyone doubt his age.
The girl he has met up with was waiting next to the entrance to the corridor, she was putting red lipstick on when he glanced her way, she was rather pretty, with shoulder-length black hair, the glittering dress was reflecting the disco lights. He bought two drinks then made his way through the crowd, stopped next to he, she grabbed one glass.
"Cheers," she shouted when he drank the glass empty in huge sips.
It was getting late and she was postponing the moment when they were supposed to leave pulling him into the crowd for one more dance, and one more.
"Gonna go now?" asked Lucas moving towards her, his lips bruising hers briefly.
Her hand landed on hie chest she was thinking hard, she wasn't like Stacy.
"One more dance?" she asked.
"Goodnight," Lucas turned around walking off.
He left the club, the fresh night air making him sober so he stopped on the pavement taking his phone out.
'Can I come over?' he texted Stacy his body in need, his mind in a total chaos.
Kun had promised he will stay at home, but Lucas had heard from another trainee, he was hiding from the dealer.
His phone stayed silent so he swore, he pressed Stacy's contact number calling, counting the signals.
'Stacy here, please leave a message...'
He pressed the mailbox off trembling from anger. He turned around, his eyes meeting with a pair of blue ones. It was a girl in red high heels, leather pants and something fury on as a top, she was smoking in front of the club, he needed two seconds to know she was up for an adventure, he could read this gaze.
"Hi sexy," he said coming to her stopping in a very close distance.
She out haled the smoke in his face.
"Wanna some?" she took the cigarette package out of her purse, while he was watching her baby blue contact lenses.
"Not smoking, ya know, rather working out," he pointed at his arms proudly.
She smiled. They waited till she smoked the finished cigarette then pressed it out under her shoe.
"Come," she said taking the car keys off her purse, so he followed.
She had a nice car, it was smelling with designer perfumes, the seats from leather.
She was driving carelessly, he never cared, the drink kicking in heavier when he checked his phone, no new messages, he sighed loud but she ignored.
She had an apartment in one of this new skyscrapers, or wasn't it even hers? He never dared to ask just followed to a spacious living room, along a marble corridor to a bedroom with pink walls and a princess like bed.
There were glass unicorns hanging from a dreamcatcher above the bed, but she took his face in her hands and kissed him header. They landed on the mattress making out sloppily, his jacket and shirt were on the floor in minutes, her hands making pleasant moves along his back and chest, her long nails a little rough, but he has always liked it.
The fury top let go easily, the tight leather pants were a bigger problem, so they were making out fiercely trying to get rid of the rest of the clothes with effort. He moved up from her lips to catch loud breaths his gaze falling at the funny unicorns, she pulled him back by his hair so he smiled to himself. Wait, what was her name? Has he even asked, actually who cares.
"Jungwoo," the softy voice in his had made his heart jump in an irregular rhythm.
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