(3rd Person POV)
It's currently 5 in the afternoon and Idunn is still finding an outfit to where. Now she regrets never going shopping with her friends.
"SANCHI, I'M HAVING A MID LIFE CRISIS." She screamed into her pillow as the younger rolled her eyes at her.
"Oh god unnie you're 18."
"I could die at 36," she replied, annoyed. "C'mon borrow me some clothes my cute little dongsaeng (eW PLEASE KILL ME NOW)~ I need to look good in front of my Trump Oppa!"
Disgusted, Sanchi went back to her room and picked out a simple black sequin dress.
"This is all I can lend you, so stop whining. " She threw the dress to Idunn who sent her flying kisses. "Thank you babeh."
Trying it on, Idunn looked at herself on the body-sized mirror she had in her room.
The dress hugged her curves perfectly and revealed a bit of her cleavage, making her feel more of an adult than she already is.
"Do I look good?" She asked Sanchi. The latter nodded and waved her off, "I gotta go prepare myself too, see you later unnie."
Idunn hummed in response as she imagined her first meeting with her Trump Oppa.
Goddamn I'm so excited.
(time skip)
The pair arrived at the club, a huge neon sign was placed above the fairly huge building, it says: Haiti, land of fantasies.
Idunn scoffed at the cringy name as the bouncer checked her and Sanchi's ID. Nodding, the two entered the loud area, Blackpink's 'Boombahyah' welcoming the pair.
Just as they were about to sit at the bar, a guy snaked his pale arms around Sanchi's waist.
Startled, the latter whipped her head at the man, her fists preparing to punch him square in the jaw.
"Woah, chill babygirl," the unknown man laughed as Sanchi relaxed, recognising the said male.
"Heo Hyunjoon i swear to-" She was cut off by his plump lips pressing themselves to hers.
Idunn had to urge to throw up at the couple in front of them, 'diSGUSTAng'.
Having enough of their clucking loveydoveg bullshit, Idunn made her way alone to the bar, occasionally checking the time on her phone screen.
Ordering a classic old glass of martini, she stared at the cute bartender in front of her.
He had black hair and pale muscular arms. His eyes were cute and he has two moles under his eyes that were plain adorable and oh, god. His lips. His thick, kissable lips. Her eyes travelled down to the name tag pinned loosely on his uniform.
'Hwang HyunJin', it said.
Idunn couldn't take her eyes off him. The latter, realising the attention he was getting, smirked.
"Hey, cutie, like what you see?"
Snapping out of her daydream, Idunn laughed in embarassment as Hyunjin chuckled.
"Well you're hot as fuck so, yeah."
"Why, thank you," he smiled.
"Well that was embarassing," she whispered to herself as she took a sip of the martini.
"Anyways, do you know what time Trump Op- i mean, Donald Trump-sshi will be coming?"
"Uhm, I'm pretty sure he'll be here by now," he said and by that exact moment a buff man entered the club. "Bingo."
His blonde hair flew everywhere majestically as he adjusted his leather suit. His thin lips forming a smile which probably killed many, including Idunn.
An all too familiar man.
"Trump Oppa."
♡
A/N: oof this was written in a hurry bcs its like 3 am rip.
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