Serendipity

Chapter 3: Run and Follow

"Don't blame me for being a little shocked at your behaviour. Since when did Nam Dosan chase anyone, let alone a woman?" Chulsan laughed, patting Dosan on the back with some sort of encouragement.

"Since the object of my affection decided to run. I want to know why," he shot, defending his behaviour.

"Of course you do and that is the only reason we are going to this bar, because you just want clarification, not something more."

"Shut up, Chulsan-ah."

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Her heart was thumping in her chest so loud she could hear it over the beat of the club music.

On their arrival Dalmi had gone straight to the bar, downing a tumbler of scotch to the bartender's amusement as her face turned sour but quickly being replaced with a sense of calm as the burning subsided in her throat.

When she gestured for a refill he obliged while Saha tugged at Dalmi's arm to gain her attention.

"Dalmi-ya, gwaenchana? I don't think getting drunk is the answer right now. You like this guy! What if he comes looking? Do you wanna be a wasted mess?" Saha empathised before Dalmi raised an eyebrow and answered.

"Ne."

Feeling her purse vibrate, Saha looked up from Dalmi to see a limo pulling up outside and Chulsan slipping from it followed by the mystery man.

Smiling mischievously, she pulled Dalmi's head up with her palms bedding the Dalmi's cheeks.

"Queen, look at me." Saha requested as she finally did so, looking awfully somber.

"I will be back in a few minutes. Stay here and don't drink anymore, okay?"

"Arasso. But don't take forever!" Dalmi over exaggerated, feeling the buzz of alcohol making her feel light headed, knowing she'd regret her poison in the morning.

Almost looking casual as he entered the bar, his eye immediately set on her chocolate curls as her petite body sloped against the bar.

The sensation of a pat on the back and the sight of the tall lady greeting his best friend gave him enough of an invitation, slowly approaching her as she sat alone.

As he calculated his way to her, he felt a shift and before he knew it, her seat was empty as she was tip toeing in her black Louboutins and figure hugging dress towards the darkened end of the club.

The feeling of emptiness filled his body but glancing to the bar he saw her untouched scotch with merely a lipstick imprint left on the mouth of the glass.

Guiding himself to the bar, he picked up the tumbler, swirling the liquid a moment and imaging her lips previously claiming the glass before he placed it to his lips, drowning the golden liquid that had once been in her possession.

He smelt her scent and it compelled him to follow her in the deep crowd of strangers, dancing and singing.

Dalmi didn't know her own intentions as she let her legs carry her deeper into the lively bar. People were dancing and it felt euphoric. The alcohol in her system encouraging the vibes that shot through her body. From the people, the music and the feel of unfamiliar presence.

It felt like home when she felt strong hands brace her hips, his scent overwhelming her senses as she allowed herself to melt into him a little.

Dosan knew he shouldn't have but before he could even attempt to refrain himself, he could feel the softness of her body under his hands, against his chest as she sunk into him. He smiled weakly at sensation.