I Like My Women | JohnTen NCT

Prologue

It was the night of October 31st, Halloween. Johnny had been invited by his brother to a party at the club not far from his house. He had put on a thick tiger costume and it felt unbearably hot inside it. Hopefully the club had some decent air conditioning.

Not knowing anyone at the party, Johnny invited Mark to be his plus one for he didn't want to spend all night with his boring bartender brother. However, he told Mark about the party last minute and Mark barely had time to get a costume. Luckily, he managed to get one on time.

"You could have told me a little earlier," Mark stood at the doorway of the room, arms crossed, "And why do I have to go with you? Your gay brother is there!"

Scoffing, Johnny turned to face him, "Doyoung is so boring... and so gay. I can't take talking to his face for more than 5 minutes. And even though he invited me, it doesn't mean I have to talk to him."

Mark rolled his eyes and grabbed his stuff, ready to leave for this party. "Get your ass moving, I don't wanna be late."

"Who spat in your frosties?" Johnny brought his wallet, phone and cereal box and then left the house with Mark. Locking the door, the two started walking to the club.

The streets were full of eager children knocking on people's doors, asking desperately for candy. To them, Halloween was an excuse to get fat and stuff your face with candy but tonight, Johnny and Mark were desperate for something else.

"I need a girlfriend," Mark sighed, "I've been lonely for too long!"

"You're so desperate. I prefer being an independent man doing my cool job, getting good pay, without getting distracted by ass and tits. It's not my thing," Johnny stated, obviously lying.

"I want someone though, any body. I don't want to die a virgin."

"I'd rather die virgin than die with aids I got from some chick I didn't know," Johnny stated.

"Let's just not talk the rest of the way," Mark said, "I'm already sick of your bullshit and we aren't even there yet."

"Well, fuck you. I didn't want to talk to you either."

The two walked silently until they turned the kerb that led to the club. The lights overhead were spazzing out and the speakers were blaring ear-piercingly loud music that was audible even from the outside of the building. It was clear that the place was full of people already.

Passing the guard, they opened the door and were engulfed by an overbearing scent of alcohol. Women were wearing their overly slutty Halloween costumes whilst grinding on random men they saw on the dance floor. Everyone in that building was wasted and Mark and Johnny had just arrived.

"Is there even anyone here that is sober?" Mark squinted his eyes, scanning the place.

"Well, my brother is never drunk," Johnny looked over to Mark, "Let's go crash by the bar. Maybe I can get wasted enough to not smell the intense scent of alcohol in my nostrils."

The two struggled to get to the other side of the room, pushing and shoving through the crowd of people partying it down as if there was no tomorrow. It took at least 10 minutes to get to the bar that was still crowded with people asking for countless drinks. Johnny caught a glimpse of his brother and called to him.

"DOYOUNG-AH! I'M OVER HERE!" He jumped, waving his arms. The heat in the suite was almost unbearable. He needed something cold to drink, and fast.

Noticing his brother, Doyoung waved back at him, gesturing him to come over. Once they were there, Doyoung sent a text to some random person and then engaged in normal conversation with his brother.

"You're late, dickhead," Doyoung cussed, washing a wine glass.

"It's Hyung to you, dipshit," Johnny retorted, getting out his wallet, "Get me something cold. I'm Sweating gallons in this shirt."

Doyoung laughed, "I'll get you a normal drink with ice, how about vodka?"

"Okay, then," Johnny nodded, "One shot of vodka."

"-Two shots of vodka, actually. I want to impress some of the chicks over there and take a selfie with that Michael Jackson, he's slaying that dance floor!" Mark got money out his wallet, and downed the shot in an instant, choking from the stinging in his throat. With a hoarse voice, Mark thanked Doyoung and got down and dirty on the dance floor.

"And my company leaves me alone! I'm used to it."

After texting someone yet again, Doyoung smiled as he replied to his brother's comment. "Maybe you want to get too wasted to even care? How about I give you some drinks on the house? You have to treat me later though."

"That sounds like a plan," Johnny sighed, taking the drink Doyoung poured for him. He didn't mind the sting it gave his throat no matter how much he drank. It went away after he drank 3 more pints of said drink over the course of half an hour.

"Chill bro, that's your 4th drink," Doyoung furrowed his eyebrows whilst pouring someone else a drink, "I'm not giving you anymore."

"Thhaaaats okayy," Johnny slurred, sitting on one of the bar stools and averting his eyes to the party in front of him. Suddenly, a tall feminine figure walked through the door and flipped her hair. She was wearing a long dress that represented the mona lisa, her frame being carried by two random people. The crowd separated and formed a path for her to strut through. She had the looks of a greek goddess and the smile that would bring people to their knees.

Finding comfort in front of Johnny, she placed a hand on his shoulder, a finger on his other hand stroking the bottom of his chin.

"How do you do, lover boy?"

Usually, Johnny would cringe at this sudden interaction, but he was so wasted he could barely remember his own name let alone control his own actions. This entire conversation just screamed "Blackmail".

"Oh m a m a," Johnny smirked, "You know, if I were you, I'd have sex with me."

"That's a new one," The Mona Lisa giggled, "Got anymore?"

"I lost my number, can I have yours?" 

Doyoung cringed at the pickup lines said by Johnny. "This was way more interesting than I thought it was going to be, fuck yes."

Stopping the recording, Doyoung placed the phone in his pocket, letting the rest of this scene unfold before his eyes. He watched as the two exchanged numbers and glances and continued with the weird conversation.

"I'll text you tomorrow, honey bunches," She stroked Johnny's face and started dancing with the others on the dance floor.

"This just made my night."

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