“Tell all those other guys/girls you don’t need them ‘cause you got me.”
RANDOM SENTENCE STARTERS: “Tell all those other girls you don’t need them ‘cause you got me.”SENDER/STATUS: acerbiem / accepting
THE CLUB’S BASS was pounding in Seokjin’s ears, accompanying an uninvited headache. Seokjin had merely came for Eunseo’s sake, however, she had left him sitting alone in one of the VIP booths, whispering to him a few moments earlier about needing to use the restroom. Probably a long line, Seokjin mused, staring lazily at the heated bodies pressed up together on the dance floor. A body soon blurred into frame, and the male had to slouch back into the couch to get a clearer view of the figure that was slowly making her way onto his booth’s platform, perfectly manicured nails curling around the stainless stripper pole.
Despite the obvious cheers and jests his party was showering on the hired female, she seemed to keep her gaze on Seokjin as she went to work, stacks of fifty thousand won falling under her feet. A coy grin spread onto her rosy lips as her leg hooked around the pole, and Seokjin’s headache merely seemed to worsen as he found himself hooked onto her presence. Gaze darkening, he brought his glass of Jack Daniel’s up to his lips, letting the bitter liquid slide down his throat with a slight, but welcomed burn. Even when he finally tore his gaze away, the female was still watching him; as if challenging him to do something, anything.
Eunseo… As if on cue, the said female finally appeared back in the booth, fitting her way next to Seokjin’s side. Seokjin felt her burning and fiery gaze on him even as he draped his arm comfortably over her shoulders, almost as if she had caught on to the obvious tension between him and the stripper. As she brought her head in closer to his own, she let her lips brush along the shell of his ear as she murmured to him, enviousness laced in her words. “Tell all those other girls you don’t need them ‘cause you got me.”
Taking yet another sip of his whiskey, he indulged Eunseo in a low chuckle before he placed his drink on the table to the left of him, the stripper already long-forgotten in his mind as his lithe, yet calloused fingers (from years of piano) cupped her chin rather fondly; thumb stroking over her lips. Though his gaze was still dark, he knew she could easily spot the underlying affections in his orbs. Nevertheless, his lips curled up into a smirk as he spoke just above the music, “Jealous? Mm… I could only hope the feeling is mutual, ‘seo.”
