「im feelin like the man, she dancing like she know I am」
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Jongin and his friends all had drinks in their hands, he wore a leather jacket with a black shirt underneath and ripped up jeans. A gold chain hung from his neck, a pair of old school vans on his feet. He had his hair gelled with an under shave, a smile on his face as he moved along to the music with his friends.
Ravi and Yixing finally made him leave the house, to party a little, live a life. Mark, the maths teacher smiled as a few girls came over. They wore so little clothing, all rubbing up on Ravi, Jongin, Yixing and Mark. The others except for Jongin seemed to like the attention, he frowned slightly as he searched the crowd for something else.
Everyone in the place was trashed, he spotted people doing lines of coke, others passed out on couches and one dude throwing up.
God, at least the music was good. He took a long sip of his beer, spotting a young boy with white hair and three gold chains hanging from his neck. One had a pretty red ruby hanging. Yixing saw it too, the boy smirked and suddenly many many more women came out towards him.
Jongin felt a girl grip at his shirt, the strong smell of alcohol reeking from her.
"Heey! You're a cutie!" She slurred, leaning into his touch and letting one hand scrape down his stomach. He tried not to gag, moving away as the girl whined.
"What? Am I not beautiful to you Mister? You don't think I'm fuck worthy?" Jongin frowned even more, pushing her off.
"No thank you." He spoke, his friends all to wrapped up with other women.
She gasped smacking his chest as he tried not to spill his beer.
"You are supposed to love me!" Ok this bitch is crazy.
"Oh no, no, that's his job." Jongin pointed to Yixing. He won't hesitate to throw his ass under the bus.
The girl went to turn around, rat him out to Yixing who was the closest. Jongin took it as a sign to escape, he made his way into the crowd with his beer clutched in his hand.
He ducked his head, looking around for the exit sign. Another girl tried to talk to him, but he smoothly rolled in the opposite direction, a red glow caught his eye.
Quickly he made his way out, opening up the door and stumbling out, his beer crashing to the ground.
"Fuck." He muttered, looking at the pieces.
Well, Jongin now realized, where the fuck is my car?
He looked to his left, not seeing a damn thing in the pitch black, he turned to his right-
He blinked several times, even rubbed his eyes as he saw the girl drink a bottle of whiskey, sitting down and texting on her phone.
Oh shit, he thought, what in the fuck?- wait is she drunk?
She sure was, giggling as a meme popped up on her screen.
Jongin looked around her, at the corner seemed some really sketchy guys, buzz cuts with black clothes. They were staring at Jongin.
Momo on the other hand had on a red dress with velvet material that showed her stomach, pretty lips painted with a dark color and a strand of black hair gently swaying from her pretty hair style.
"Saito?" Jongin questioned.
She swung her head in his direction, a pretty high heel that matched her dress scraped at the concrete.
"Ohhh shit." She laughed, raising her bottle.
"Mr. Kim! Dude you actually have a life?" He squinted at her. Maybe he should just leave her ass here.
"Momo why are you here?" He mumbled, quickly getting close to her so the men didn't hear.
"D-Daeil... my brother up in there tryna rip off some people. He been in there since like 9."
Well it's one in the morning.
"Momo, do you have any one else?"
"Nah just the dude with three gold chains." Jongin realized who she was talking about, the guy who had the sly smirk, that's probably where Momo got hers from.
Jongin couldn't go back in, the line was way to long. He could take her home?
"Momo, where do you live?"
"None of your fuckin' business bro. You always be mean as fuck to Yen." Jongin rubbed his face, very fucking stressed with the young girl in front of him. He noticed her neck had a thin piece of black cloth.. she was wearing a choker?
"That's because he harassed Juli."
"You mean whipped bitch? Bro she so wants your dick." Jongin looked at Momo dumbfounded. Her eyes were basically glued to him, he felt a bit weirded out.
"Ok do you want to leave or not?" He asked, Momo finally broke eye contact, phone falling from her hands and into her lap.
She had a pretty set of eyes, full of playfulness.
Momo chuckled and Jongin knew she was up to something, handing him the bottle of whiskey. He took it, setting it against the wall while she was distracted.
"Only if you get me, like a fuck ton of steak, oh wait maybe chicken?"
Jongin couldn't help but chuckle at her, he stood up and looked at her.
"Ok, get up and let's go." He said, she looked up at him with a smile.
"Hey Mr. Kim? Can you like, carry me because I'm seeing like..." she trailed off, squinting as she started to count.
"Four of you? I don't know the korean word for the next number up."
Jongin rolled his eyes, Momo was perfect at Korean, perfect at Japanese. She was just too wasted.
He bent back down, letting his arms slide behind her back and underneath her smooth legs.
He picked her up, she grabbed his jacket in a panic as she looked down at the ground.
"Drop me and I will fuckin' fuck ya up." She hissed, jongin just sighed and headed off to the parking lot.
Momo was actually pretty cool when she clung to him the whole walk to the parking place, a whole 8 minutes away.
Jongin learned she lived with her brothers. He didn't ask for Parents but he saw that Saito Cory was her emergency contact on school papers, who he found out was her brother.
Once he got to the car she damn near had her nails through the leather of his jacket.
"Here, hold on."
He opened the door, gently setting her in the passenger side. Her phone was still in her lap and thank god he didn't drop it while holding her.
"Mr. Kim your car is cold as balls."
"Thanks Momo." He said, taking off his leather jacket and wrapping it around her.
