⚠️ Every trigger warning you could imagine ⚠️
⛔️ 18+
Y/n is the presidents daughter of South Korea who gets taken hostage by Straykids mafia for ransom. Y/n's fiery personality lands her in a lot of trouble with the gang clashing heads with one memb...
My phone buzzes and buzzes text messages pouring through. I get aggravated knowing that it's coming from either my father or my brothers. I shut my phone off sticking it in my purse in a locker of the club locking it making sure that it won't get taken.
In case you haven't guessed...I'm not supposed to be here I'm actually supposed to be at an important press conference but I told my father that I have no interest in politics. I mean don't get me wrong being the presidents daughter does have its perks; the wealth, respect, and fear I am able to put into people.
But Unlike me, my brothers actually enjoy politics they are clones of my father, always wanting to please daddy they really are his pride and joy. But me? No, daddy never gave one fuck about me.
I'm more so the disappointment but only behind closed doors. My father has a persona he puts on in public a devoted father who loves his sons and values his only daughter.
What a load of bullshit.
I like the thrill the danger the adrenaline that pumps through my veins when my life is almost at its ends. I have no fear of dying, I have nothing to loose. So why not make life a party while I'm here?
I look in the mirror checking myself once more feeling one hundred percent confident. The guys want to be with me and the girls want to be me...reasonably I am gorgeous.
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"Let's get this party started." I smirk looking myself up and down in the mirror more than satisfied. I open the door of the make up room entering the club.
The red lighting is very dim yet everything is still visible. The club is crowded people dancing with one another. I walk over to the bar area where the bartender is making a couple people fancy drinks.
I see a man a couple seats away from where I'm standing up at the bar. I smile at the fact I look very good right now with the lighting from the sexy themed club.
The bartender comes up to me bowing as far down as he possibly could. "My usual" I tell him pulling out my phone.
The bartender starts making my drink while I apply more lipstick looking In the camera of my phone.
"Aren't you a little too young?"
I look over at the man whom is speaking to me and I can't help but laugh at his question. Usually I'd be bothered he's questioning me but the weed I smoked not to long ago makes it funny instead.
"How old do you think I am?" I ask him. "18?" He asks sipping his whisky. The man's hair is long and dark his eyes having a cat like eye shape. His lips are nice and plump making his smirk so charming. He has a small mole under his eye giving him a unique look. Very pretty for a man.
"20" I tell him the bartender coming back with my shots handing them to me. "Must be a good fake I.D" he smirks sipping his whiskey once more. God his gaze is so sexy. "I don't need one. I get what you I want." I say throwing back both of the shots setting it on the bar.
