"Dayfly"
By Dean ft. Sulli & Rad Museum
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Hot,
Definitely hot.
This girl was a one of a kind: green hair, a hint of western features, a killer smile, and fair skin.
Right at this very moment, the bar seemed crazy for her - men and women were lining up to buy her a drink.
Honestly, I'd be in line too, but I didn't want to risk spilling my drink because of the crowd.
Instead, I admired her from a distance.
She sat at the bar - a few seats from mine - and she wore a white, off the shoulder top and jean shorts. Nothing over the top - very simple. Her hair waved effortlessly onto her shoulders and being that she fixed her locks to the side, it gave me a beautiful view of her jawline.
Currently, she was working on her next victim, flirting with him confidently from the looks of it. She occasionally touched his arm, laughed at everything he said, and continued feathering her exposed décolletage. This action definitely catches his attention every time, glossing his eyes with a hint of lust with each stroke of her finger.
She really knows how to bring these people under her spell.
But in all honesty,
I fell for it too.
Even from afar.
I got into the bar about an hour ago - the same time she arrived - and she has already gotten the numbers of three guys and one girl. After each interaction, I noticed that she'd kiss them on the cheek, leaving them in a daze.
Oh, looks like she's done with that guy.
Lucky for him.
As he left, I noticed a bunch of his friends at a different corner of the bar hyping him up and cheering him on.
I scoffed but I mean, I would've done that too, he got a kiss from the most beautiful girl in here.
Again, I just observed her from the corner of my eye, but this time, I noticed that she was just fondling with the tall glass in front of her. She was staring off into space and by the looks of it, she seemed,
Unhappy?
Despite that, I still thought she looked pretty breathtaking in the most unique way. She definitely didn't represent the modern definition of beauty, but that's what makes her even more attractive.
Suddenly, she sits up from her slouched position and her head wanders around until her gaze finds mine.
Confused but intrigued, I continued to stare into her eyes - they look grey? Green? I have no idea. I was taken aback when her eyes stayed on mine with a half-lidded look. Slowly, she stood up from her seat and strutted towards me - swaying her hips from side to side with a confident smirk, leaving a trail of unwavering stares and envious eyes from the people she passed by. All until she reaches the seat to my right and settles by my side.
"Need company?" She asks in a husky voice.
I observe her eyes and noticed they were green contacts - I thought they suited her very well.
In response to her question, I flashed my signature smirk and slurred, "The more, the merrier."
I took a long sip from my glass of scotch - feeling that familiar and addictive burn - and placed the it in front of her, offering her a sip. She chuckles but accepts the glass with her welcoming lips.
"What's your deal?"
Feeling a bit puzzled, I frowned and gave her a questioning stare.
She shakes her head with a small smile and asks, "What's a girl like you drinking straight up liquor doing here?"
"Ah, well," I took a moment to gather my thoughts. Why was I here? Well... "I just found out one of my friends has been talking shit behind my back and I just felt like drinking," and shrugged, "nothing major."
She gives me an understanding look and turns her body towards me, "I get you girl." And after a few moments, she places her right elbow on the countertop and leans into me, "Let me buy you a drink."
I chuckled - was she serious? Why would anyone buy me - ME, of all people - a drink?
"Seriously?" I question.
"Yeah," she giggles.
"I would've expected that I'd be buying you the drink since you found me."
"Nah, I'll cover you," she says with a smile and rests her chin on her right hand.
I laughed, "You're gonna buy me a drink? Of all people? Why didn't you buy those other guys a drink?"
Yikes, the alcohol must be talking - I didn't want to scare her away.
She sent me a funny look but said, "They offered to buy me a drink and it would've been rude to shoo them away, you know?"
"Ohh," I say understandably, "makes sense."
"Alright then, what can I get you?"
"Well I do wanna drink my feelings away-"
"Hi sir, may I please have a dirty martini with a twist?"
I look at her in surprise as she was asking the bartender for my drink and saw how confident she seemed as she interacted with him.
She looked extra charming as she flashed the guy an innocent look accompanied with a slight head tilt.
Damn, talk about a girl that can do both.
"I'm sorry," I say as I caught her attention. She then turns her head and a look mixed with concern and surprise painted her face.
I think I felt my heart flutter.
"I didn't get your name."
The bar suddenly seemed very loud and the people around us became uncontrollable, so she leans into my ear and says in the most angel-like voice, "Call me Nancy."
Before she could pull back, I smiled and said, "The name's Yeonwoo."
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"Fuck Nancy, you're so good," I groan.
"It's all in the wrist, baby."
"I don't know if I'm ready for this."
"You're doing great," she breathes heavily.
"Fuck, okay."
I place one hand on the table and focused all my attention in front of me, but it was so hard to when the alcohol was flooding your head.
"Come on Yeonwoo," Nancy whispers in my ear, sending a shiver down my back, "take it slow."
I bend forward slightly and bring my hand right in front of me.
I'm so close, I can feel it.
Fuck, things are really heating up for us.
If I can do this right...
No, I need to get this right.
It would be embarrassing if I can't do this one thing.
Then again, I was always known to have skilled hands.
Just then, everything came together.
I shot my shot.
And the crowd went wild.
"YES, OH MY GOD YEONWOO! You did it!" Nancy yelled as she engulfed me in a huge hug, "FUCK YOU FUCKERS WHO THOUGHT GIRLS COULDN'T WIN IN BEER PONG." Nancy roared at the guys on the other side of the table as they shamefully retreated to their seats, not forgetting to pay us $50 each from the bet.
The two of us left the bar at that and we laughed as soon as we got outside.
"Did you see their faces?"
"Priceless," she smiles.
"You know, I never had a beer pong partner as good as you."
She chuckles, "Ditto - I say we make a pretty good team."
"Definitely," I laughed.
The whole night, Nancy and I spent most of it talking and sharing pictures. She showed me a bunch of older pictures of when she had long, rich hair while I found the pictures of my chubby self.
To be really honest, I expected her to be that kind of brat that uses her looks to get whatever she wanted. Turns out, she's a pretty genuine person that just wants to have a good time and has a great sense of humour.
From that cool, sexy baddy from a distance to a cutie pie and lovable dork - this girl really surprises me. It seems like each minute reveals something new and different.
I really enjoyed the time I had with her and I couldn't get enough of it, so I decided to walk her home.
"So Nancy," I started off, "why were you at the bar tonight?"
She kept her eyes focused on the ground as she walked but responded, "I'm kind of in the same boat as you. The people who I thought were my best friends stabbed me in the back and I just wanted a drink." When she turned to look at me, she shares a small smile and adds, "nothing major."
I chuckle lightly, "Very original," I tried to playfully say to lift the mood.
She just shrugs and we go about our walk in peace. Then, a question comes into mind and I couldn't help but ask, "You must have a lot of game - how do you even do it?"
She gives me a bewildered look and says, "I don't even know to be honest. Like sure, I look okay, but there are so many other people 100 times prettier - like you! I can't believe no one bought you a drink before I did."
I scoff, "You seem really confident in your flirting though."
"Again, I have no idea. And it's not like I'm hardcore flirting, I'm just trying to talk to people and do my own thing, but they take it the wrong way, you know?"
"What about those kisses on the cheeks?"
"Ah well, okay, that's a flirt move, but I just enjoy it. It's fun to tease sometimes."
"Okay, I see," giving her an impressed hum.
As we turned a curb, Nancy says that we're close by and as we slowed down our pace, she reaches into her little bag and pulls out a gel pen.
We stop right in front of a comfortably sized bungalow and she hurriedly takes my arm and begins writing something down along my forearm. When she pulled away, I noticed that she wrote her number and leaves a little heart at the end of it.
I chuckled at the sight and she bows her head with a smile - and if I'm not mistaken, she was a bit flustered.
"Call me soon, okay? I had a lot of fun with you tonight, maybe we can do it again some other time?"
Instantly, I nodded my head in agreement and say, "Definitely, I had fun too."
"Good," she whispers and just before she leaves, she stand on her tip toes and places a light kiss on my cheek. "Thank you for walking me home, Yeonwoo."
My cheeks heated up and all I could mutter out was, "Anytime."
She giggles and heads home, flashing me with a small smile just before she closes the door.
Leaving me with a wide grin, deeply flushed cheeks, and a light heart.
She definitely got me.
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Here's something short, hope it was alright!
- S.A