One night stand, a night spent to forget all the lingering stress.
A dead when all were drunk.
What if that night is forgotten?
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Our soul is the heaviest part of our body.
A corpse floats But body sinks.
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Sometimes, things aren't quite the same it looks like. Life is more or less like a desert, full of thorny bushes, fleshy cactus, the grained sand- hot at the day light whilst cold at night. The extremities of day and night. Only those survive who adapt. And the thirst, the delusions take another turn lighting up hopes like the mirage does to a lost man.
Youth is the time of exploration of their own limits, where mind is more focused on themselves, and the core becomes 'adventure'. To satisfy the adrenaline rush beneath their skin, they end up committing crimes, some do get the chance to come out of it, but others get trapped in the whirlpool of sins.
The enchanting youth is sometimes enough to set fire to our wings.
Trickling down a shot down the throat isn't a big deal. Not at least for those horny youngsters craving for fun and gratification. Leaning over to the table, Jeon Jungkook, the only heir of Golden Jeon Empire, took another shot. His mind clouding with someone's thoughts. Now this guy was so used to getting drunk that one or two shots created zero effect on his neural system, his tolerance was higher than any average human.
While enjoying the party, he turned about in his seat and darted his gaze around. A smirk hung over seeing the girls on the dance floor flashing their curves over the thirsty ogling men. After all he was a young man with hot blood, the temptations that the seducing women created was getting out of his control capacity, his hormones were surely ready to react to that.
He took another shot, and rather than emphasizing on sinful women, he decided to go annoy his buddy, Park Jimin who'd thrown birthday party at one of the nightclubs his father owned, apparently where Jungkook was submerged in.
But before he could locate his friend, his eyes met another pair lost into the hollowness at the far end of the club. At once he could recognize her, Lalisa Manoban, the daughter of a Thai businessman who owned restaurants across the globe. Her eyes were sparkling, and an endearing smile was stuck to her red plumb lips, a natural glow gleamed over her caramel skin. Jungkook couldn't help but bit his lips at the sight, the women was enraging his lustful desires.
