My Viewpoint || J.JK ✓

18

Deal.

"One pinot noir please."

I ordered the bartender as I plopped myself on the stool. I relaxed myself on the table, scanning the scenario around me.

It was ten in the night, already two hours since the party started. And trust me, it already felt like 12am. I already spotted three couples sucking out each other's faces, while four more unknowns grinding onto each other. Some were tipsy and some were drunk. The emcee was doing a great job in flocking them together onto the dance floor. "So ladiess and gentlemen! Let's shake that ass today, shall we??!" He shouted over his mic which was returned with 'hoots' and 'yeehaws'.

Wondering why a bar? Well, it's not just a bar. It's Dim the lights- owned by Mr. Kim Namjoon, honored to be the most renowned and expensive bar of the nation. The aesthetics had been designed according to the party theme: Paint it Red. All had dressed up in different shades of red, making the club actually look as if painted in red.

A bunch of jobless paparazzis had flocked outside the bar too, but gladly the well built security guards shooed them away.

"Your drink ma'am." He offered the drink to me, not forgetting to check me out and lick his lips. Not at all surprised. I have caught at least fifty people in this party, openly ogling me, sending dumb smirks and ugly winks, while their dates glare and mentally kill me. Enjoying the situation, I smirk back at them, fuelling the need to destroy me, girls and boys both alike but in different ways.

The music played earlier were the ones we had just approved for market release. But that softness was soon replaced by the electric guitar and the drums, played by the orchestra. Just a few minutes ago the band had retreated and the DJ took over, playing all kinds of obscene and lusty songs, creating the night atmosphere.

But, the DJ was weird. Honestly, I have never understood one thing, why the fuck do you need to grow long ass beards and braid your matted hair, ink every inch of your skin as if it was a discarded canvas and wear heavy accessories. I mean, don't they understand they look downright weird, or bluntly extremely unattractive? Not to mention, he had the nerve to gesture me the call sign. I don't expect any respect because there are many thirsty rich hoes who actually fuck him. Back in California, it was really common. The main reason why we don't find actual successful businesswomen in this world. They would rather suck random dicks and steal money rather work hard for it.

Lastly, my eyes fell back on the same spot I've come to hate yet love by now. The place where Jungkook sat along with Jinae (she was almost strangling my babyboy in the name of cuddling) and others; all laughing and enjoying drinking alcohol while Jin and Hoseok made out with their dates for tonight and Jimin and Yoongi exchanged scowls, for thirdwheeling the three couples. A few while ago, Yoongi had sent me his sweet gummy smile and ushered me to come and join them. But I declined. I wasn't interested in seeing PDA stuff tonight.

I was a bit hurt when I saw Jimin drive off right in front of my nose, not caring to even wait for me. Then again, it was reasonable for him.

"Hey honeyy!!" My thoughts were interrupted by a cheerful voice and I was greeted by a loud smack on my cheek by the one and only, Sohyee. I scrunched my face as I wiped off her lipstick and saliva off my face. Sohyee just laughed at my plight and sat her self beside me on another stool. I took my time to check out her outfit; a blood red ruffle gown, which exposed her breast bone (also part of her watermelon boobs) and opaque till her knees and had a secret slit on her left, exposing her thighs which could be seen on close inspection.

"You look sexy." I complimented her.

Sohyee scrunched her face, and looked at herself, before looking back at me.