double or nothing \ dominic “one-shot wonder” ahn was not in his natural habitat, and his choice attire of a three-piece suit exemplified it. “you said this was a house party,” he hissed to seyoon. and it was just that, a house party hosted on the nosier side of seoul where foreigners often frequented … only it wasn’t the type of house party that dom was used to, the type that was rich with brut champagne, haughty laughter, and business deals.
it took him just a few sips of beer to ease his anxiety and exactly one shot of soju to give him the courage to talk to a girl. ( and by talk, we mean rattling on about the laws surrounding liquor imports and how his father, a politician, was at the forefront of alleviating restrictive policies — )
whatever happened afterwards, dom did not want to could not remember. one moment, he was talking to someone, and the next, he was sulking in a corner, knees pulled up to his chest, his suit jacket lost somewhere to the rowdy crowd.
“she hates me,” dom mumbled, feeling a friendly presence beside him. he peered up, eyes shaking at – thank god, it’s seyoon! “my life is over, and it’s your fault.” it was an unfair accusation, but @seyoonlgc was the one who dragged him here so he had to take some responsibility.