One time for the present
Two time for the past
Happy that we met each other
Now til' the very end
- Jeon Jungkook
[Ryoko moves back to her Grandparents home for the summer, in hopes to make some more memories and escape her life back home. To only...
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Sometime in the summer of the 2000s
"Ching ching, gettin paid over here. Ching ching, gettin paid over here Thirsty, baby bring it over here Thirsty, baby bring it over here"
The club booms with heavy hip hop, bass rattling through the floor. The room is dim, while flashes of neon light sweep across the packed crowd. Young, sweaty bodies press together as they dance and grind in every corner. Drinks and other substances make their way around, the air thick with a smoky haze along with a sharp citrus tang each time someone cracks open a fresh mixer.
"M-I-S-E, Missy be a freak Sex so good I can freak you in my sleep Ice on my sleeve I can make a room freeze Pockets more bigger than a stripper booty cheeks"
The lyrics begin to fade as beyond the mass of moving bodies, a meeting takes place. Tension fills the room, thicker than the smoke in the air.
"I'll drop 80k right now" Deon speaks from across the room. Blue eyes fixed on the younger man. His blonde hair falls effortlessly over his forehead, catching the dim light. The younger knew what Deon was trying to do. Instead of answering straight away, he pulls out a lighter from the inside of his suit pocket along with his joint, shielding the flame with his hand as he brings the joint up to his lips.
If im doing this meeting i ain't doing it sober.
He adjusts the collar and leans back in the zebra printed chair, legs spread, blunt tucked between his lips. His eyes narrow as he takes a draw, cheeks hollowing as he inhales.
The cuff of his suit shifts, exposing his bruised knuckles, with a small cut across one of them.
Jade, the older and calmer one out of the two, glances at him tapping his shoulder sharply. A warning disguised as a whisper. He hasn't even touched his drink that he's had since they got there.
"JK..." he warns.
JK dismissively exhales the smoke through his mouth, keeping his eyes on the man before him.
