In which a girl writes imagines and scenarios for the girl who doesn't have porcelain skin and/or the opportunity for one of the boys to run their hand through her bone straight hair.
Side note: Does not mean that other races can't enjoy this book...
hope this was okay. if you don't like it, i can do a re-do. @itsjust_ria
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YANG HONGSEOK. were you a secret admirer? you don't know. but there was no doubt that you did have a crush on a neighbor who so happens to be a stripper as well.
Taking a sip of a drink that she knew was too strong for her own good, Y/N clenched her eyebrows together at the bitter taste that was left at the tip of her tongue.
"Maybe you should try something different," the female bartender noticed the young woman in front of her as she was giving a look of disgust at the glass that was filled with a dark liquid.
"Nah, I'm good," Y/N tried to smile at the tattooed lady, but gave more of a grimaced than anything.
She paid too much money for this nasty ass drink, but she was going to drink all of it too.
"I understand," the tattooed lady knew all too well as she spotted a college i.d on Y/N's backside of her phone.
"What brings you here this evening," she finished off as she didn't have no more drinks to fill and only the company of the college student in front of her.
"I don't really know," Y/N frowned as she placed her glass down and started tracing random patterns on the rim of it.
"I think you do know," the older lady laughed over the loud music as she glanced up at the stage and at the male who was performing as dollar-bills was being tucked away in the band of his underwear.
"How did you know," Y/N groaned as she didn't even try to make anything up. She was here for him and him only.
"Your eyes told me everything," she said before continuing. "And my suspicion does help when you come here only when he's scheduled to perform and leave after he's done."
"Got damn it," the younger woman face palmed as she was spot on. She somewhat knew the man personally and she couldn't help, but visit him whenever she could.
"Why him?" the bartender nodded her head at the man as she wondered why this woman was so bent out of shape.
After all, he was just a stripper.
"Well believe it or not," Y/N sighed at the thought before continuing. "He's actually my next door neighbor," Y/N saw the look the bartender gave her and she could only give a nod in return.
"I know right," Y/N smiled begrudgingly. "I kind of got mad at him one day as he kept up so much noise while it was my only day off from classes and as well as from work and all I wanted to do was read my book in piece."
"So you went straight to his front door and told him off?" the older woman raised her thick eyebrow in question.
"Yes," Y/N smiled as she was getting into the story further. "And let me tell you Mrs., nothing comes in between me and my books. So I told him that instead of listening to garbage music in the wee hours of the morning, he needs to get a job."
