It was always good to think back to old high school days but nothing could be better than still cultivating the tradition of hitting clubs and getting completely wasted on Friday night. The company wasn’t random, though. Perhaps it wouldn’t be too much to say that Jiyong partied with a half of the city, yet one person had taken a special spot in his routine long time ago — Damien.
If not the varied liquors that washed out most of the events from their memory, they could probably be either extremely proud or truly ashamed of the things they had done. In fact, the headache next morning said it all.
The thought of Friday made his heart beat faster and the smile on his face wider, unless he had to spend it on doing his job in Lush. Yet it wasn’t that tragic as it might have seemed when Damien was having his shift as well.
Even the dark sky couldn’t stop Jiyong from putting on his favorite shades that accompanied his all black plain outfit. A turtle neck, skintight pants and a pair of leather Chelsea boots. Each of them in the same colour.
Standing before the gate of Macheon Hill, he shifted his feet due to the chilly breeze. At home, he already had a coat in his hand but quickly put it back on the hanger as he realized that he might whether lose it or stain it with manifold substances. He found putting on any jacket as a nonsense then. After all, the drinks were supposed to him him warm through the night.
The security guard who was slowly walking from one side to another kept on giving Jiyong a nearly suspicious glare. Diving his hand into the back pocket, he soon slid out his phone and tapped on his friend’s number.
[ ➤ The D ] you know what day it is
[ ➤ The D ] better be ready cuz i’m waiting outside xoxo
