ⁿᵒᵗ ʳᵉᵠᵘᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ
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angst. fluff / 1291
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- attempt of sexual harassment -
loud music, cigarette smoke, and drunk people.
you hated that. but here you are because your best friend asked you to come with her. and you couldn't say no.
someone from your school celebrated their birthday here at this bar. and the reason your best friend was here? sunghae. the boy she likes was here.
you would definitely rather sit at home and read your book or watch a movie or whatever. just not be here. on top of that, your best friend had made you wear some dress that was too short. too fucking short.
you sat at one end of the room drinking juice. you have lost your best friend the moment you walked into the bar. you wanted to get out of here. but you couldn't. you should have been sitting here otherwise your best friend would be mad at you.
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it had been an hour, or maybe more. but you were still sitting in the same place. the difference was that you had run out of juice. you were bored so you were looking at the people dancing in the middle of the dance floor when someone sat down next to you.
you turned your head, hoping it was your best friend who had come to tell you that you could finally get out of here, but no. that wasn't your best friend.
it was a man. he looked no less than 30.
you shifted a little because his leg was touching yours but he shifted with you.
"um.. can you move? I'm not really comfortable.." you tried to tell him but he just smirked at you.
"oh i know you enjoy it. you don't have to lie. by the way this dress suits you so much.." he said looking you up and down, biting his lower lip.
you got up but he grabbed your arm and pulled you to sit again.
"where do you think you're going?" he asked you, gripping your wrist tighter.
"hey, l-let me go.." you tried to get out of his grip, but he held you even tighter. the man stood up and pulled you behind him. you tried to free yourself from his grip but failed again. you walked past people, but no one paid attention to your tear-stained face.
just before you could walk out of the club, someone grabbed the man's hand that was holding yours.
"sorry sir but you will have to let her go" said a deep voice.
you raised your head and looked at the man who said that, but your vision was blurred by your tears, and you couldn't recognize him.
"and who are you?" asked the man trying to usher you out of the club.
"that doesn't matter now. just let her go."
"or what?" the man asked defiantly.
your savior shook the man's hand. strongly. very strong. the man cried out in pain and immediately let go of your hand and you immediately pulled it to your chest.
