Black Pearl || Yoona and Kai
Yoona never understood why people had to rub themselves against each other if they all just wanted to dance. The scent that resulted from the combination of sweat and perfume wasn't exactly arousing to her, despite what so many people insisted on. Perhaps it was the slightly rousing yet inebriating effect of strong liquor that deluded people into thinking otherwise.
She remembered those days when she and her friends partied like mad during their free weekends. To these people, she wasn't SM agent-on-hiatus Im Yoona. She was just Im Yoona, the daughter of South Korean Ambassador to France Im Jungshin and one of Seoul National University's top students. She and her friends used to head out of the campus dorms at 11 PM in order to unwind almost every weekend to the point that they had become prominent party figures at Hongdae. A party wasn't relevant enough to attend if she and her friends weren't there. However, during times that they needed to hit the books, Yoona opted to miss these parties as she had dreams of graduating on time with Latin honors, if not as SNU's valedictorian. And her sacrifices had paid off, just last year, she graduated on time with the distinction of being the only summa cum laude of their batch, but she didn't receive the coveted valedictorian title.
Fast forward to today, she was in a club called "Haru." It was one of her favorite clubs back then, with how the DJ always played tracks that let her actually dance and not just allow any pervert to hit on her. And the drinks the bartender made... goodness, those drinks tasted like heaven, or close to it. But now she wasn't looking at the club through the eyes of a clubber. She looked at the club through the eyes of an agent. The security system was weak, making any form of illegal activity easily slip by. And the bouncers weren't exactly doing anything to prevent perverts from drugging people into either having sex with them or robbing these poor victims. Apparently, there was some lead to be found here on that upcoming mission and it was her job to figure out what it was.
She had warded off another creep trying to hit on her. Don't get her wrong. Yoona only went clubbing to dance and have a few drinks with her friends. She was never fond of how people would hit on her and try to grope her on the dance floor. Seriously, a club was a place to dance and unwind, not to go find a potential fuck.
Just as she ordered another tequila rose, she heard a familiar voice ordering a drink. I thought I was on a solo mission? She thought to herself as she walked over to where the person was sitting. Oh well, at least there's someone who'd have my back if ever something goes wrong.
"Yah, Kkamjjong," she said as she tapped his shoulder, using that nickname his teammates gave him back in their trainee days, "what brings you to this part of Seoul?"
