𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝟑 | 𝐅𝐈𝐍

jungkook

SEÑORITA

- in which you head to the club for a night out, only to be swept away by a charming man and his hypnotising moves; an imagine based off of the song señorita by shawn mendes and camila cabello

You down your third glass of whiskey, grimacing at the bitter taste of it. Your friend giggles from beside you, her cheeks tinted pink from the amount of alcohol she's downed in the past ten minutes. Unlike you, she has no tolerance for the mind numbing substance, her limit being about two glasses before she's a slurring mess. Luckily, she had only taken a shot of whiskey, her thoughts now fuzzy and balance no longer existent. You chuckle at her, gripping onto her forearm in case she falls, once again regretting the idea of allowing her to take a shot.

Giving her a couple of sips of water, you sigh, your gaze drifting to the growing crowd of sweaty bodies on the dance floor. Noticing this, your friend hikes a thumb towards the dance floor, stumbling past you before you even get the chance to answer. Nodding to no-one in particular, you follow after her, gently latching onto her wrist before she disappears into the crowd.

"Are you sure? You aren't exactly able to make proper decisions," you reason, worry lacing your tone as your eyebrows furrow together. She straightens, giving you a reassuring smile, her eyes gleaming with youth. Biting your lip, you sigh, giving into her wishes and allowing her to drag you onto the dance floor.

The lights are dimmed in this area, setting the mood for the many couples that grind against each other, bodies so impossibly close that it's hard for you to make out one person from the other. You feel the adrenaline pumping through you, your friend already moving her body to the beat of the music, the smile on her face full of joy. Shaking your head, you inch closer to her and close your eyes, listening to the song as it changes into one with a sensual beat to it.

Swaying your hips, you allow your hands to trace the outline of your body before entangling them into your hair, your lips relaxing into a soft smile. The volume of the song goes up, your eyes flicking open to see the people in the crowd breathing heavily, the very few gazes that you manage to catch filled with lust and desire. Grinning to yourself, you continue swaying, purposely moving your hips in slower circles.

You turn your body around, flicking your hair over your shoulder as your gaze just scans past the entrance of the club where you see a group of undeniably attractive men waiting to be let in. You look back, allowing your gaze to linger on the bunch as you shamelessly check them out, the alcohol that's buzzing in your system completely ridding you of self control. You hum in approval of their appearance as your gaze flicks to the last member of their group, your ears reddening as you realise that his eyes are already on you, a teasing smile pulling his lips upwards.

You look away, nibbling at your bottom lip in embarrassment. Thinking that it's nothing, you shake your head and return your attention onto your friend, who seems to be enjoying the heat as she begins swaying even more. You watch in amusement as she looks at you to wink, turning away to push herself deeper into the crowd. Furrowing your brows, you wonder where she's going as you go to take your leave, unaware of the hand reaching out for you.

Long, slender fingers wrap around your wrist, immediately gaining your attention as you turn to see who has stopped you. The guy from the entrance of the club looks down at you, holding your wrist up in between the two of you.

He has tousled dark brown hair, which is thick, lustrous and styled in loose waves. His eyes are a mesmerising deep sienna, flecks of golden light performing ballets throughout them. His face is strong and defined, his features seem like they were carved out from granite. He has dark eye brows, which slope downwards in a serious expression. His playful smile from earlier had drawn into a hard line across his face, his perfect lips ripe for the kissing. His strong hand, slightly rough, holds your wrist as he stares deep into your eyes.