PREMIUM

VIP

WARNING: This fic has MATURE CONTENTS, if you are not comfortable then please don't continue. Read at your own risk.

You stared back at your own reflection who's wearing an earth tone trench coat, underneath is a red and black plaid straight cut dress and finished look with a natural make-up. When you say natural it means, just CC cream and a very light shade of red lip tint.

You look so calm. Your eyes seemed to focus only on how you look tonight.

But your shaking fingers which are reaching for your pouch that encapsulates your wallet, cards, re-touch make ups, tissues, and of course the most important thing, your ID, since you'll be entering a club, say otherwise.

You check your necessities for the nth time already.

Puff.

"Why in the club tho?"

You fumed while fishing the dangling "Kim Jinwoo" banner from your bed-side table.

"This is also important. So important."

A small curve forms your lips as you remind yourself. Of course the banner is important. It's Kim Jinwoo's banner. Kim Jinwoo is important. He's your bias.

"Important, Next to that ID"

You rolled your eyes as you were reminded again by the fact that the event later tonight will take place at a club.

In your 23 years of existence, you didn't dare to step inside a club. Not that you're prudent.

It's just..

Like that.

You finally leave your university dorm with a heavy sigh and jittery feeling.

Relax.

"But really why perform in a club?" you mumble to yourself as you cover the distance from your dorm to Club Gabbia, where your favorite band will be performing.

"Their music doesn't suit the club vibe, really." a pout is already growing on your slightly tinted lips. "Well except Mino's" You continued as you took the final step that leads you in front of the door that separates you and the multi-cornered, music blasting, wild bodies slapping with each other, booze generating establishment.

But of course, you can't say no to your favored band.

When your best girl got you a VIP pass for Winner's club performance tonight for your birthday, you thought that the world and she are conspiring to lie to you.

"But why only one ticket tho?" You managed to ask your best girl between your screams of total happiness.

"I'm broke remember?" your flashback of that glorious day, which was your birthday, ended with a jump towards your best girl, then a hug, and finally litany of your thank yous

If you'll back down just because of the venue, what will your best girl feel after getting you your VIP ticket even if she's broke?

With that in mind, no more hesitations, you pushed the door open while chanting little prayers of only good things that will happen tonight, to the lords from above.

"W-WHAT?!" Your voice louder than the blasting music from the 8D speakers around the club, made some heads of the grinding bodies on the dance floor turn to look at you and the staff, who's holding your precious ticket. Surprise mixed with confusion laced your voice and are clearly manifested on your face.

"Your ticket. Premium VIP. A chance to meet whoever your shit is in Winner before they take the fuckin stage" The staff answered with the most boring tone in the world.