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One good thing about music: when it hits you, you feel no pain. –Bob Marley

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[vincehwng]

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[ahnjins-blog]

Biting down on her lower lip as she continued to grind against the male, she kept her eyes locked on the DJ, hoping that he would glance at her once again even for a brief moment. Somehow, she wanted his attention — no, she was craving for his attention; she wasn’t usually like this but maybe she was just horny due to the amount of drugs in her body. Whatever the reason was, she didn’t care at this point for her main mission was to get to him; didn’t matter how, she just had to. Once the song was done, she uncuffed herself from the male before pressing a soft kiss against his cheek, giving him a wink as well afterwards causing his friends to cheer in the background. Oh, little do they know that his wallet was gone and the male was left with nothing but a throbbing boner.

She could see the other Hunters scattered around the vicinity with broad smirks on their faces, pleased by her accomplishment. The head boss, on the other hand, had called her over, causing her to frown for a brief moment as she left the dance floor. As she walked away, she glanced back once again to make sure that he was still on the stage, grinning softly to herself once she saw his figure fumbling with the objects in front of him. She never understood their work but it never intrigued her either; all she knew was that they were pretty skilled with their fingers so they must be good in bed. “What?” She spoke up in a monotonous tone as soon as she approached the head boss, her arms crossed over her chest as she smirked afterwards. He didn’t say a word but instead, he extended his palm out to her while arching his brow. She knew what he was waiting for and the female simply groaned while fishing the wallet out of her back pocket, tossing the object towards him. “Fine.” She huffed before rolling her eyes in a childish manner, stomping away afterwards. It was illegal for her to do such a thing and actually, they could get banned from clubs if she kept on doing such things so the boss was simply being careful.

Although, she knew better than just hand him the wallet without taking something out for herself; she managed to slip out a couple of bills and at least a credit card or two. Making her way towards the bar, she plopped down on one of the seats before ordering herself a Long Island Iced Tea, her eyes never leaving the male. “Hey.” The female spoke up, obviously speaking to the bartender before smirking softly, pointing at the male on the stage. “Do you know what he drinks?” She asked, her eyes glued on him as she watched him until he made his way towards the bar. Sliding the card towards the bartender, she informed the employee to make him a drink and charge it to her card. Leaning forward against the counter, Jin smirked softly once the bartender gestured towards her, lifting a hand up to wave at him. “Hey, you.”

[vincehwng]

He cocked a brow at the woman over on the other side of the bar, the woman who’d made eye contact with him from the floor just a few moments prior. His brows rose slightly and flashed her a smile, raising his drink to her before taking a swig. As the glass dropped back against the hard wooden counter in front of him, he gestured for the bartender to come over to him, inquiring just who the woman might be. His intuition was proven correct, and she really did appear to be one of the Hunters. While Vincent himself didn’t have many personal encounters with the group, he’d heard about them on several occasions from friends and acquaintances. Heard about what they do and the situations they cause with their thievery, debauchery, and general misbehavior. Though he’d made an unspoken pact with himself not to get involved with them, he was glad that he’d never really put anything to it, especially with how enticing his new friend seemed to be.

Palm facing down, he gripped his glass by the rim, swirling the drink and the ice around inside as his shaded eyes stayed down for another moment. He adjusted his grip on the glass before downing the rest of his drink and pushing his stool back, having finally decided to find more about her. His eyes remained hidden behind the black lenses of his glasses, conveniently allowing him to give her a quick look up and down, a smirk crossing his lips before he took a seat right by her side. “Hey there,” he began simply enough, his body facing her own with his elbow pressed against the wooden countertop, “I appreciate the drink. The night’s been kinda rough for some reason...” he paused, tongue quickly darting out over his lips, a bit unsure of what to say, “So you’re a Hunter, eh? I don’t think I’ve seen you in the pictures before. What’s your name?”

[vincehwng]

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[ahnjins-blog]

Being part of The Hunters basically meant fun and some sort of chaos every single at night. Drinking, smoking and drug usage was basically part of the group; sometimes, even making out with people at the club just to heat up the scene. Though, that was mostly Rano’s thing — Jiin’s thing was mostly grinding against males and females, shoving her ass on their faces and giving lap dances. That was the beauty of being one of the two girls in the group; girl-on-girl action would drive the crowd wild. In addition to the grinding and other sexual acts, The Hunters would also add in some ‘theme’ to the party or have several tricks under their sleeves to make the night better. Last night was a ‘Touch Me’ party at Club Ellui and Jin found herself practically covered with those red and white stickers; the previous night was such a blur that she couldn’t remember much.

Nonetheless, Jin still went out with the group the next night, despite the fact that the throbbing in her head was still rather bothersome. After four Tylenol pills, two flavored sparkling water bottles and a bagel, the female found herself making her way towards the next club, Club Heaven, located just south of the Han River and close by some hotel that she never really bothered to give close attention to. Standing in the middle of the group, the clicking sound of her heels was soon drowned by the loud music that bounced around the spacious room. There was no particular theme for the night which was great since she didn’t have to wear some silly costume. While the others got drunk and made out with other females, Jin found herself alone, giving her some time to plan out something big and beneficial for her.

Not too far from where she was standing, she overheard a group of men laughing and yelling stuff about a bachelor party and that the wedding was tomorrow, giving the groom-to-be one last night of freedom. Turning her head slightly to glance at the group, she noticed one thing that caught her eye — a bulge in his pants that wasn’t really his dick but more of his wallet. Smirking to herself, she sauntered towards the table and introduced herself, making up some lie how she was sent over to give them a ‘good time.’ She was good at that, lying, that is. Pulling the male towards the middle of the dance floor, she began to grind against his crotch while keeping the smirk on her face, bending over every once in a while. Though from the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the DJ on stage and had the sudden yet overwhelming feeling to get his attention. It was at that moment when she thought of something…

Cuffing the young male to her, Jin pressed her back against his some more and continued to dance in a provocative away, her ass was grinding against his crotch while her hands wandered around his thighs before moving towards his back, her eyes still glued to the DJ. Once he looked up at her, the female smirked before sending him a playful wink, her tongue grazing against her lower lip. Her actions had caused him to fumble, leaving the entertainer pleased before turning around to face the male that was handcuffed to her. She could feel his hands on her ass and used this opportunity to swipe his wallet out of his back pocket and into hers, uncuffing them shortly afterwards before pressing a soft kiss against his cheek. “That’s all you get.” She added before grinning in a teasing manner, her mind wandering back towards the male up on the stage, trying to figure out yet another way to get his attention.

[vincehwng]

With all the experience he’d acquired during his time jockeying for various clubs and parties around Seoul, his minor slip-up was rather negligible. Most people may not have even noticed if they were distracted by other things, and soon enough they’d all forget about it regardless. He watched her as she walked away from the man presumably just as fast as she’d approached and begun to tease him. Returning to his work, he couldn’t shake the feeling that the woman’s gaze really could have been directed towards him, and suddenly the image wouldn’t leave his mind. The way her body was pressed to harshly up against the man’s and the look that she gave him along with the expression on her face. He tried to get back into his work, though for the songs that followed the incident he felt he was too distracted, and with a soft sigh and several taps on the screen of his phone he calls his friend up to take his place.

Another moment passed as he worked the board before another man came up behind him to take his place, and upon receiving a soft tap on his shoulder Vince offered the other an apology to the man before walking off the stage, the applause of the crowd roaring through the walls of the club as the DJ announces his arrival. His fingers massage the bridge of his nose as he stepped back down onto the wooden dance floor, the deafening beats of the music pounding against his muscles and vibrating up through his body from the floor. It was a feeling he’d grown accustomed to over the past few years of his life, and not an awfully unpleasant one at that.

Moving off to the side of the dance floor, he squeezed himself past a small group of younger patrons, muttering the usual unheard apology as was the norm on the loud, crowded floors of any club. With his mind still stuck on that one image, he figured that a little booze would do him some good, maybe make him forget everything so that he could refocus his brain power towards his work. He was surprised to find a glass already sliding in his direction as he sat at the bar, giving the bartender a curious look, “What’s this? Buy ten drinks get one free? I don’t have my punch card on me,” Vince joked with the young woman, brows raising as she gestured down towards the other side of the bar.

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[vincehwng]

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It had been a typical night for Vincent so far. His headphones were barely able to block out the deafening beats pounding the stage beneath him and the shades over his eyes did their best to protect him from the blinding lasers being shot all around the dark room. Business as usual, he mused, eyes trained down at the mix board and laptop setup on the table before him. It was always a learning experience to him, really. Learning the intricacies of the latest songs proved to be useful, as it would be to anyone in his profession, though keeping up with trends was something else entirely. It always seemed like right as he got a certain group of songs down to a science in his brain, the media would pump out another wave of songs for him to implement into his playlist and the learning would start all over again.

Regardless, he couldn't really complain. It’s not like it was the most painful, laborious job to do in the world, and in fact he mused that his parents would probably be proud that he found something that he not only loved to do, but also something that both required the use of his brain and made him a good amount of money. Caught up in his own little world behind the table, his brows perk up at the sound of the crowd going wild in the middle of a song, something that almost always signaled something happening within the crowd itself. His attention deviated for a moment to try and see what was going on, and a small smirk crossed his lips at the sight.

A woman in a black leather jacket, one of the Hunters presumably, had made use of those infamous cuffs they’re often seen carrying around. It appeared that she’d cuffed a poor, or lucky, soul two herself with her back facing towards him, giving him the ride of his life that would surely end in embarrassment once she pulls herself away. Poor bastard, he lamented before noticing her head turn in the direction of the stage. Was she looking at him? There was no sure way to tell, though he did know that he was possibly the only object of note at the angle she was looking, unless she was somehow fascinated by the table he stood behind.

She then threw a wrench into his absentminded fiddling with the controls of his mix board as made a certain gesture towards him using one of her only muscles that hadn't been preoccupied with her current dance. His finger slipped and turned a knob too far on accident, the tempo of the music going awry for a brief moment before he quickly corrected himself, muttering a soft apology through the microphone before cursing at the woman beneath his breath.

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