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12/11 [21:03]

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AGE: 23, HEIGHT: 169CM, WEIGHT: 63.2 KG

YONSEI MEDICAL GRADUATE; NO KNOWN AFFILIATIONS

Loud music echoed in my ears, the telltale sign of what many considered Seoul's most popular bar, the Burning Rubies. Despite being famous both locally in conversations and internationally as a tourist destination, I couldn't see why people were so fascinated with the night club. The bright lights from inside blinded me as I neared the entrance, causing me to duck my head in an attempt to save my eyes. The bouncer glanced in my direction, matching my face to my ID before letting me and the group of friends who had dragged me here inside.

As soon as we entered the building, the intensity of both the lights and music increased, my head pounding with every movement I made. It was a Wednesday night yet many people were present inside the building, some eagerly drowning in drinks after a long day of work, others giggling between kisses as they made their way to the rooms in the back. While my friends left for the latter option, I walked towards the former.

Besides, I thought, pressing my lips together. I can't last a minute with this throbbing in my feet. The four-inch heels weren't the problem as much as the shape of the stiletto was.

I found an empty seat by the bar eyed by many surrounding it but not taken. Dismissing its peculiarity, I took a seat on it, drumming my fingers as I waited for a bartender to arrive.

It took a while, at least long enough for me to rest my head on the wood, for a man dressed in a light hoodie to appear in front of me. I raised my head groggily, already tired from the intense music and lighting.

"What would you like?" He asked, leaning forward so that his forearms rested on both sides of her head. I straightened, something about the soft voice familiar.

"Tepache," I whined, craving the pineapple liquor. I tilted my head when I saw that a dark cap covered the eyes of the bartender. "Do you have Tepache?"

The bartender nodded, already reaching down for a glass. "Is a Tepache Highball fine?"

I smiled, happy to finally taste the well-known Mexican street liquor. To my surprise, the bartender quickly excused himself to the backroom. I was even more perplexed when, by the time I had put my head down to rest, a glass was placed in front of me.

"Cheers," he murmured, pushing the glass towards me. I furrowed my eyebrows, looking up at the bartender. His eyes were a dark brown but the color looked wrong on his face. As if it didn't fit his almond-shaped eyes.

"How'd you make that so fast?" I asked instead. He offered me a wide smile, his teeth glistening between his lips.

"That's a bar secret," he gloated, leaning back against the wall.

I pulled the drink closer, taking a cautious sip. The tangy pineapple and sweet nectar hit my tongue instantly. Wow.

"Good?" he inquired, a smile pulling on the corner of his lips.

I laughed in response, confused as to why my lips were turning up in a smile. He asked you a question and you laugh in return?

His lips gave in to the smile before he gave me a short wave as he pushed off the wall. There was something familiar about his actions, the way he moved, the cockiness of his words. He left as fast as he had arrived, making his way towards the backroom. I leaned my neck in hopes of finding where he was when another man came and sat next to me.

He had a bald head and didn't look Korean, although at this point I couldn't really see straight. The previously annoying lights and music had dulled down and it was like I was underwater.