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kyuhyun is only pulling up into the parking lot, but the booming bass and the spinning strobe lights within the vicinity of the club is already making his blood pulsate with excitement, his nerves surge with anticipation for the night that is about to come.
after parking his car, he checks his appearance in the rear view mirror, mussing up his short, scruffy hair and loosening his tie. he smirks at his reflection. he's fucking hot and he knows it, uses it to his advantage. he knows he's an ass for doing so, but he could care less. he does want he wants, he gets what he wants. or rather, he does who he wants, gets who he wants is more like it.
upon entering the club, the first thing he does is scan the crowd, scouring for a good candidate to be his fuck-toy for the night, and possibly morning, depending on how good the sex is and how attractive the person is. he feels eyes on him, intense gazes prickling his skin. nothing new. basking in all the attention he's getting, he grins lazily at a girl who is half-turned, her body facing and dancing with her date, kyuhyun assumes, with her head turned towards kyuhyun's way.
the girl has long, blonde hair, a perfect, straight nose, eyes full of secrets and mischiefs, and pink, plump limps shaped into a slight smirk. kyuhyun can't help but picture how she'd look like getting fucked by him, her eyes clouded with unrestrained lust and lips shaped into a noiseless 'o', her hair wild and disheveled behind her. oh yea. he mentally adds her on his to-do list.
"yo, kyuhyun!"
kyuhyun smirks at the girl one last time before he breaks their gaze, finally turning his attention to his friends and walking towards their table.
"happy birthday, man! how does it feel to be finally legal?" one of his friends, eunhyuk, asks him, reaching out to bump his fist with kyuhyun's.
"same. still awesome as fuck." and with that, donghae, another friend of his, smacks his head but then ruffles his hair affectionately a second later. kyuhyun allows him because donghae is obviously well on his way to drunk town already. "where's siwon hyung?"
"he's getting us more drinks. i don't know what's taking him so long though, maybe he got distracted and picked up someone on the way instead. i wouldn't be surprised if he's getting laid right now."
true enough, siwon arrives with the drinks a few minutes later. he greets kyuhyun a happy birthday and then rushes off to the bar again, an i'll be back in a moment, i just want to get his number falling off his lips as an apology. kyuhyun watches siwon walk to the bar and talk to one of the bartenders. he sees siwon take out his phone from his back pocket and oh, so this must be siwon's someone. he tries to get a better look of the bartender, but his view of the man is obscured by siwon's tall frame. shifting slightly, he catches a glimpse of shortish, blond hair. huh. kyuhyun is sure siwon usually goes more for girls, the long-hair-sexy-curves type, but hey, whatever floats siwon's boat.
he turns back to
see, kyuhyun is a man of reason and logic; all his life, he has believed in nothing but. he believes that there's an explanation for everything, that anything that happens in life happens because of an action that leads to a reaction that leads to another reaction, not because of fate or destiny or whatever other paranormal, fanciful bullshit people delude themselves with.
so when he sees sungmin for the first time, he's a little confused as to why there's a sudden, inexplicable tightening in the pit of his stomach. he's a little baffled at the sudden, unexplainable urge he has to take the man out for coffee and learn there is everything to know about him, or maybe he's a lot baffled because what the fuck? he doesn't even do coffee dates for fuck's sake.
maybe it's the alcohol flowing through his bloodstream right now that's disabling him from thinking rationally, he reasons with himself, or maybe he's reassuring himself? whatever.
or maybe it's not the alcohol. he prides himself in having high alcohol tolerance, and the last time he checked, he's only had two bottles of soju and a few shots. at best, he's only slightly tipsy.
kyuhyun puts his drink down and cradles his head because it's throbbing and nothing makes sense to him anymore. he's questioning everything he believes in because of a man he hasn't even formally met, doesn't even know the name of.
after parking his car, he checks his appearance in the rear view mirror, mussing up his short, scruffy hair and loosening his tie. he smirks at his reflection. he's fucking hot and he knows it, uses it to his advantage. he knows he's an ass for doing so, but he could care less. he does want he wants, he gets what he wants. or rather, he does who he wants, gets who he wants is more like it.
upon entering the club, the first thing he does is scan the crowd, scouring for a good candidate to be his fuck-toy for the night, and possibly morning, depending on how good the sex is and how attractive the person is. he feels eyes on him, intense gazes prickling his skin. nothing new. basking in all the attention he's getting, he grins lazily at a girl who is half-turned, her body facing and dancing with her date, kyuhyun assumes, with her head turned towards kyuhyun's way.
the girl has long, blonde hair, a perfect, straight nose, eyes full of secrets and mischiefs, and pink, plump limps shaped into a slight smirk. kyuhyun can't help but picture how she'd look like getting fucked by him, her eyes clouded with unrestrained lust and lips shaped into a noiseless 'o', her hair wild and disheveled behind her. oh yea. he mentally adds her on his to-do list.
"yo, kyuhyun!"
kyuhyun smirks at the girl one last time before he breaks their gaze, finally turning his attention to his friends and walking towards their table.
"happy birthday, man! how does it feel to be finally legal?" one of his friends, eunhyuk, asks him, reaching out to bump his fist with kyuhyun's.
"same. still awesome as fuck." and with that, donghae, another friend of his, smacks his head but then ruffles his hair affectionately a second later. kyuhyun allows him because donghae is obviously well on his way to drunk town already. "where's siwon hyung?"
"he's getting us more drinks. i don't know what's taking him so long though, maybe he got distracted and picked up someone on the way instead. i wouldn't be surprised if he's getting laid right now."
true enough, siwon arrives with the drinks a few minutes later. he greets kyuhyun a happy birthday and then rushes off to the bar again, an i'll be back in a moment, i just want to get his number falling off his lips as an apology. kyuhyun watches siwon walk to the bar and talk to one of the bartenders. he sees siwon take out his phone from his back pocket and oh, so this must be siwon's someone. he tries to get a better look of the bartender, but his view of the man is obscured by siwon's tall frame. shifting slightly, he catches a glimpse of shortish, blond hair. huh. kyuhyun is sure siwon usually goes more for girls, the long-hair-sexy-curves type, but hey, whatever floats siwon's boat.
he turns back to
see, kyuhyun is a man of reason and logic; all his life, he has believed in nothing but. he believes that there's an explanation for everything, that anything that happens in life happens because of an action that leads to a reaction that leads to another reaction, not because of fate or destiny or whatever other paranormal, fanciful bullshit people delude themselves with.
so when he sees sungmin for the first time, he's a little confused as to why there's a sudden, inexplicable tightening in the pit of his stomach. he's a little baffled at the sudden, unexplainable urge he has to take the man out for coffee and learn there is everything to know about him, or maybe he's a lot baffled because what the fuck? he doesn't even do coffee dates for fuck's sake.
maybe it's the alcohol flowing through his bloodstream right now that's disabling him from thinking rationally, he reasons with himself, or maybe he's reassuring himself? whatever.
or maybe it's not the alcohol. he prides himself in having high alcohol tolerance, and the last time he checked, he's only had two bottles of soju and a few shots. at best, he's only slightly tipsy.
kyuhyun puts his drink down and cradles his head because it's throbbing and nothing makes sense to him anymore. he's questioning everything he believes in because of a man he hasn't even formally met, doesn't even know the name of.