Boy Meets Evil『Section 18』

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Boy Meets Evil『Section 18』

Jimin left me in a daze. His words left me with a strong impact. There was no way those words would escape my head. In fact, Taehyung and his stupidly pretty face hadn't left my head for the rest of the day.

He got exactly what he wanted. He wanted me to think about him, remember him for every little thing. He was in my head constantly, even though he wasn't here. He had me wrapped around his finger, even though I wasn't showing it.

I was finally discharged after my constant complaining that I "was fine", and I "didn't need to waste the hospitals facilities". I had the rest of the day to myself, after all the company still thought I was sick.

Jimin dropped a couple texts  to my phone, telling me that Taehyung asked how I was, even though I didn't need to know that. 

I left him on read.

"Where should I go", I mumbled to myself, wandering the streets of Seoul. I finally decided to go to the infamous club that Namjoon took me to last time I was dragged to the illegal party. Going in my outfit and alone was a bad idea, so I decided to drag Anha with me and change into a proper outfit.

"Do we have to go?", she complained, lying on my bed with her limbs sprawled apart.

"We have to. It's been a long time since we've actually partied. Don't you wanna have some fun", I jumped into some light wash shorts and combed my hair.

"Yeah I guess", she got up, adjusting her classic little black dress.

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"F*CK YEAH! LET'S GO BABY!", I was barely able to hear Anha's screams over the loud pumping bass. I felt the floor shake beneath us as the enormous crowd jumped up and down in sync.

The whole hall smelt like weed and alcohol, and reeked of sweat mixed with perfume. The beat of the song flowed through my veins as I danced with Anha. It had been a while since we had this much fun.

While Anha was whipping her hair and I was grinding up on her, I felt a familiar but odd feeling course through my body. As I was jumping up and down with the crowd, two figures were leaning against the door to the underground banquet.

In mid jump, I tapped Anha and told her to look to the side. She definitely saw what I was looking at and gave me a weird look.

"Are you sure it's even them!", she yelled over the loud music, which was now starting to become annoying.

"Maybe it's not", I shrugged, what were the chances they were here anyways, I just pushed the thought to the back of my head, and continued whipping my hair.

Until the LED lights shined on one of the men's eyes, I didn't think much of it. Like diamonds cutting into my gaze, I knew it was him. I wasn't in the mood to deal with him, and I didn't like the way he was watching us dance, along with his pervy partner Jimin.

"Anha, we've got to run", I screamed, ducking under the crowd.

"They're here?", she smirked, and I smirked back.

And just like two little Asian Cinderellas, we were out of there by midnight.-

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a/n - i hate school

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