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arriving in front of the nightclub you hope that the man you are looking for is inside the building. you pulled out the keys, tucking the keys into the purse that was hung over your shoulder the whole time.
you look into your purse, in search of your phone which was left behind at the house.
"fuck," you cursed to yourself, recalling that you've left your device at home over the coffee table where dohyun knocked everything down.
bringing your attention back to your injured hand, you didn't want to make an appearance into the nightclub with your hand all bloody as if you just fought a mafia team.
you looked into the department, feeling the pain in your left hand slightly faded, feeling less painful.
but if you move, the pain would simply come back.
you picked up several pieces of tissue, and pull out an miniature emergency first aid kit which holds disinfectant wipes and a few bandages, not much. layering the pieces of tissue over your lap, you had no other choice but to pull out the glass yourself.
𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏.
after a stressful and painful ten minutes of fixing your now bandaged hand up, you leaned back into your seat throwing your head back as you let out a exhausted sigh.
tonight was rough.
your left hand wasn't perfectly bandaged due to the disadvantage of using only one hand, but it was better enough for now. you tried to cover your hand in a way where the bandages weren't as noticeable.
you examine your self being through the rear view mirror, and wipe your forehead with a clean tissue from the glove department. you were sweating due to the pain that has occurred tonight.
you cleaned yourself up, to make yourself look as presentable as possible.
next thing you knew it, you exited the car and head towards the front entrance of jungkook's nightclub.
after showing your ID, you walked further into the nightclub seeing it more packed than usual. people were dancing along to the upbeat music, drinking endlessly or either got intimate dragging their own partners into one of the private room areas.
looking for a man in particular, you instead spotted two familiar figures at the bar.
you descended down the club, ignoring the others who would try approaching you — older men to be specific.
you first noticed yoongi, holding a glass in his hand as he was engaged into a conversation with another familiar figure. after a few moments, you realize he was speaking with namjoon.
eyeing his glass, you felt yourself grow thirsty for a drink. and without even thinking, you approached the two, and grabbed yoongis drink out of his hand and downed the remaining alcohol.
the two turn towards you, as you brought the glass away from your lips and over the counter.
feeling the bitterness of the alcohol leave a burning sensation in your throat — a feeling you longed for.
"look who we have here," yoongi spoke, resting his elbow over the counter with his eyes fixated on you.
meanwhile, namjoon has his arms crossed over his chest as he eyed your figure up and down with a familiar mischievous grin plastered across his face.
"stealing my drink, how do you plan to retrieve me another?" he asks, gaining a nudge on the shoulder by his friend. "yoongi, leave the girl be... can't you see she's in distress?" namjoon questioned the guy.
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BEAUTY & ESSEX ◆ JJK ✓
Fanfiction"pretty girls don't light their own cigarettes." addiction; it felt like hunger. it's become a basic need you would have a drive, to fill. it occupied your thoughts, if ignored for too long. the mind, mouth and hands, longed for it. jeon jungkook. ...
