it was starting to get late, inching towards the nightclub feeling that familiar chill.
maybe it's just my anxiety.
that's what i thought to myself, as Dejun's arm snakes around my waist pulling me closer, a warm blush falling over my cheeks.
can't deny that the man was dashing, he is indeed handsome.
but everyone's got some baggage... in their own way.
we had booked out the club, just for our graduation.
it's a little much, but anything.. to feel alive.
they promised no alcoholic drinks, but we knew some seniors would still sneak some in.
checking in, we stepped inside.
lights. music. a bar.
the amount of people i didn't recognize from school was strange.
did they sneak in?
Jun was studying my expressions again, pulling me closer to him.
was he afraid of losing track of me?
or of losing me in general?
"want a drink?"
i nodded as he guided me to the bar, ordering a small drink for us.
"Jun.. they said we can't drink alcohol."
"yes they did.. but they can't control us anymore right? we've graduated."
he swirls the drink in his hands, looking down to the whirlpool he's created.
he downs it like there was no tomorrow and asks for another one.
"you're not gonna drink?"
i was a bit hesitant, but after seeing him drink it as if it was nothing..
i did the same as he did, not stopping until i couldn't breathe.
i place the glass back down on the table, finding Dejun's hooded eyes.
i felt my cheeks getting warmer by the minute, the sudden rush making me ask for more until there were five glass cups sitting in front of me.
i drank a little too much didn't i?
Jun grinned at me in amusement, watching me stand up and lose my balance.
he drank more than i did, and all i saw was his rosy cheeks.
he must have a high alcohol tolerance.
he gets onto his feet as well, putting his arm around my waist again, this time so i wouldn't fall.
"Dejun~ let's dance."
i let my head fall onto his chest, slowly swaying to the energetic music.
"baby, wrong song."
"it doesn't matter."
my gut feeling came back as i saw his eyes darken.
he was drunk but was he also ho-
my thoughts were cut off by his lips reaching out to my own.
i let his lips fall onto mine, swaying my hips to the music, the alcohol hitting me harder than ever.
"i don't know when to tell you.."
i stopped to look up at him, my vision still slightly blurry.
i look behind him and see Yangyang, laughing with Hendery before waving my way.
i point at him and Dejun's eyes follow.
"Yangyang? what about him?"
"i wanna talk to him."
i stumbled my way towards him, falling onto his chest.
"sorry Yang—"
he holds me steady onto my feet as Dejun watches, his hand curling into a fist.
i didn't know if it was the alcohol or just me, but something makes me want to pull away from Dejun. something is wrong.
it was always like this for me. the feeling to escape. maybe it really just was me.
i felt a harsh grip on my wrist, looking up to see Dejun dragging me out the club.
how cliche.
"where are you taking me?"
he remains silent, his grip getting tighter as we near..
the convenience store
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