my blood | park seonghwa

one

The bass boosted song could be felt flowing throughout your body as you entered the familiar club space. Heels clicking on the tiled floor, you didn't shed a single glance to anyone who gazed upon you as you steps took you straight to the bar.

Taking your comfortable position on the barstool, you only had to raise a hand and nod before the bartender began tending to making your usual.

You took a deep breath, turning on your seat to gaze at all the faces who were getting lost within the overly loud music.

It wasn't too often that newcomers drifted in. This place wasn't exactly well known. It was one of those places that you only knew of if you knew the right kind of people. Being the ex of club owner's son, meant that you were one of those lucky enough to receive an invite.

Most of the patrons from within this place knew you by your first name or at least by your last. You had acquired quite the reputation over the years.

It wasn't like you got insanely drunk a lot, but when you did you tended to become highly clingy with whoever was near you— no matter the gender.

Sitting on the stool, sipping the cool liquid of your freshly made beverage, your eyes immediately flew to the entrance as you saw a group of people unfamiliar to you walking in.

There were three young men, one who was apparent to be the head of the others walking two steps ahead. His raven shaded locks had been neatly styled in a way that some dangled over half of his forehead whilst the other was kept aside.

He was taller than the other two who consisted of one with dark hair excluding the single silver coloured lock of hair on the front of his head, the other with pure brown hair.

All eyes were on the newcomers as they made their way straight through the dance floor to the private booths towards the rear of the joint.

No doubt you would wind up exchanging names with the strangers soon enough. You don't hover on the thought for too long as you bring your focus back to the glass within your delicate hand.

Within a few sips, it is empty which leads to you choosing to join some of the sweaty bodies on the floor.

They eagerly part and make way for you as you let yourself loose. A few of your typical dance acquaintances flock to your sides. You share the briefest of glances with them before choosing to ignore them almost completely.

You certainly notice however, when one of the strangers who had entered the club earlier, waltzed himself over to be standing right behind you.

The glimpse you catch of his is enough to identify him as the one with the silver strand before you continue to be immersed in the music.

You swear you hear a light chuckle cascading from his lips as he steps closer to you, your bodies having barely any space between them as he begins to dance in sync with your movements.

The tones in the music soon begin to change. You don't even flinch when the stranger's hands wind up on your hips as he presses his body against yours. Without the blur of liquor on your brain, usually you would tell the guy to piss off— but there was something alluring about this man.

Effortlessly, you moved to music with him. Smirking to yourself as you felt his excitement growing against your rear.

"What does a guy like me have to do to get you to come home with me?" He whispers in your ear soon enough.

"That depends, sweetheart," You add the nickname in hopes it'll help to rile him up. "Are your friends coming too?"

"I didn't realise you were that kind of woman," He lowers his mouth, gently tugging on your ear lobe with his teeth. You allow for your eyes to briefly flutter closed before responding.