Jun 27, 2015
twelve maybe ;;
it's almost nine pm on saturday night, just before minki needs to head into v1be. he takes a moment to examine the line outside the club, already forming despite the fact that it was still pretty early. he watches people come together in front of the bouncers like magnets. there aren't any faces he really recognizes, tonight, which is a good thing.
minki thinks he needs to start making his way to the back door or else he'll be late, but he casts one last look over the packed streets, neon lights just flickering to life.