Maybe later, when her head stopped hurting like a bitch.
***
It was another party night for Shan as she made her way into the club, finding her friends at their usual spot at the bar. Ten tequila shots later and the room was already swirling. The music was so loud that it made her skin tingle. She couldn't even hear the chatter of the people around her over the roar of the speakers. Neon lights flashed in her face, making her wince.
Her mind in a frenzy, she was still bored. There was nothing new and interesting in the same old club she went to every week. Same old people, same dumb music. She stared off into the dancefloor mindlessly, observing the crowd of people dancing. She reached for her phone in her purse, pulling it in and unlocking the screen.
Rất tiếc! Hình ảnh này không tuân theo hướng dẫn nội dung. Để tiếp tục đăng tải, vui lòng xóa hoặc tải lên một hình ảnh khác.
JohnCook: hey, what are you up to?
Ugh, that guy again.
AgustD:mmm you're gorgeous in that dress babe, you'd look great on my yacht
This was his response at Shan sending him a selfie after she had done her make up and put on her dress. Over the past few days, she had exchanged a few messages with this AgustD guy. His name was Yoongi and he seemed nice, even though apparently he was weirdly obsessed with his yacht.
The words were blurry in front of her as she struggled to accommodate her eyes to see better.
AgustD:I want to see you
Shan: I cannt' rn I;M at a clubB with my frriends.,
AgustD: want me to come pick u up?
AgustD:text me ur address princess
Wanting to get out of that boring club as soon as possible, Shan would have gladly texted Yoongi the address if only the room would stop spinning. She frowned in obvious displeasure when she realized her hands didn't listen to her. Struggling to keep her balance, she staggered backward and dropped her phone on the ground.
"Shit!" Shan hissed, crouching to frantically search for the small object. Her phone was valuable to her, it contained almost all of her personal information. Losing it now would be the last thing she needed.
"Looking for this?" someone yelled over the music as a pair of Nike Air Max Goadome boots appeared before her, their owner leaning downwards to meet her gaze. Shan looked up and was instantly met with the softest deep doe eyes she had ever seen. Sobered from the scare of losing her phone a little bit, she somehow regained her balance to stand up, facing the stranger that was now holding her phone in his hand.
"Yes, thank you," she was horrified to realize she was slurring the words so she cleared her throat, hoping he hadn't noticed.
"You should be more careful. This place is so cramped, someone could have easily snatched it," he warned, but Shan didn't seem to pay attention to his words while she was admiring his lustrous ebony bangs cascading over deep black eyes, sucking her in like bottomless pools of ink.
