↳ contradictory // luhan & jieun
The lights were flashing, but Luhan's eyes had long since adjusted to sporadic bursts of illumination that came with being in a club. The smell of smoke and alcohol pervaded his senses, but he was used to that, too. The night was still young - it was only just past midnight - and the main rush hour of the venue hadn't started yet. Luhan had only just arrived after leaving early from a party celebrating the spring collection release of some up and coming designer that he'd apparently modeled for (though he didn't recall). It was an utterly dour affair, much too formal and restrained for his tastes, so he had made up some excuse of having a shoot early the next morning and had slipped out quietly before heading straight towards Hongdae to hopefully blend in with a more lively crowd.
He had stepped into the club's main room to be met with the occasional stare or whisper by disbelieving girls. Hongdae wasn't his usual scene, sure, but he'd been there before - was it the time of day that made Luhan's appearance seem unusual, or the fact that he was alone today? He shrugged it off, opting instead to tip his head and smirk at the group of girls that had noticed him. While the dance floor had already garnered a small crowd that converged on the center of the multicolored floor, the bar towards the side was relatively unoccupied, with only a few seats taken. The small booths and tables beside them, however, had already begun to fill up with groups of club-goers, some of them boisterous and wild already from the empty bottles covering the table, while others were just lounging quietly, cigarettes in hand and drink in the other. He spotted a few models from the company at a table off towards the back corner of the room, some ways off from the bar. They were huddled closely, hunched over a low-lying table in center of the black cushions. He made his way over to them, fully intending to slide into place on one of the seats and pour himself a drink, until he stopped when he saw a familiar figure in the group.
She was seated between two other models, both of them male and pressed up next to her much too close for Luhan's liking, with a cigarette perched between two slim fingers that she held up to her lips as she took a drag. What the fuck does she think she's doing? was his first thought as Luhan's mind snapped into action, unfreezing himself from here he had stopped in his tracks and pushing into the group with narrowed eyes and a scowl on his lips. Lee Jieun was a strange part of Luhan's life. She was a contradiction to every principle he lived by, and he wanted to keep it that way. To see her sitting there, among people he definitely knew were not clean, among people that he'd spent nights living out highs of injections and pipes and powders with, was unacceptable. Somewhere in his substance-decayed conscience, Jieun had taken a residence since he'd met her. She was everything that Luhan was not - pure where he was tainted and unused where he was jaded. Seeing her with smoke curling around her lips would only mark the beginning of corruption, much like it did for Luhan when he was just fifteen. That was not going to happen for her. Luhan wouldn't let it happen.
Without further delay, he grabbed her wrist - it felt thin and brittle in his angry grasp - pulled her up, and began dragging her out the door. Only when they were outside the club entrance, where the cool early spring breeze left goosebumps along his forearm, did he let go of his vicelike grip, only to spin her around until she faced him, with his hands tight around her shoulders.
He wanted to yell at her, to tell her not to be stupid, to ask why she wanted to fuck up her life just like he had, but he forced down the anger threatening to burst out from his throat. "What are you doing?" he hissed instead, voice low and eyes narrowed.
