•Filthy Shades of Park•

~Hello~

Y/n P.O.V:

The strobe lights were at their peak, gleaming over every dancing and drinking soul that stood. Each person with a adult beverage in hand as they carelessly danced the night away.

It really was such a great vibe, but the truth was...

You didn't really come for the vibes.

You came for a person.

Him.

"Ohhh... look!" Jen hit your shoulder with enthusiasm.

"Hey," you rubbed the afflicted area, "I'm fragile!"

"Stop being a crybaby," she raised her right brow, "I see your man, he's here!"

You looked past all the bystanders, hunting for his presence like it was a treasure.

And at last...

You finally spotted him.

"He looks sooo good!" you breathed out, immediately struken by his appearance.

"When does he not look delicious to you?"

"Don't say it like that, you make him sound like a piece of meat."

She took you by your hand pulling the both of you ever closer to him.

"Woah, what are you doing?!" you started to struggle, attempting to slide away from her.

"You need to talk to him," she continued to drag you along.

As the vision of your mysterious man was impending, the only thing that you could think to do was run away.

Run far.

And run fast.

With a jerk of your wrist, you were able to break free.

"Hey!"

By the time Jen had turned around, you had disappeared from her sights.

"Lord," she sighed, "What a chicken."

***

You weren't sure how long it had been, but it had to have been maybe an hour or two.

Currently, you were located in the higher level part of the club. Typically, it was taken by high VIP personnel.

But tonight, only normal people were surrounding you.

For the time being you sipped on the drink you had gotten from the upstairs bar, it easing your nervousness that was untamed before.

During this time, you were able to have a clear view below you.

And you used it for something that was still important to you.

Seeing how the mystery moved about, not doing much but sitting and talking to the bartender.

Jimin P.O.V:

"Is she still upstairs?"

Yoongi shook his head, only driving me to grow more impatient.

"What should I do?" I propped my head on my hand, "Why is she still up there?"

"I think she might be nervous... who knows?"

With the relaxed attitude from the older, I couldn't just sit for much longer.

I was over just waiting for her to come to me, but it wasn't like I was trying too hard to make my way over to her.

This was the worst game of cat and mouse.