➱Night Club

/walks in
/taps a random guy on the shoulder, he turns around and I punch him in the face
/bar fight ensues that ends with the other guy getting picked up by an ambulance and me in a jail cell

@† Meto /turning them he presses you against the wall instead, his hands finally slipping lower as he loses any reserves he might have had and he lifts you up to coax your legs around his waist/
/his lips attacking yours in a hungry kiss as he grinds his hips against you, finding just the right angle to get some much needed relief against your own hard /

@† Jaejoong /bumps teeth with you when you hit the wall but I don't mind, eagerly getting back to it
/moans once more, louder, as your fingers dig into my hips, it hurts, its a dull ache but I never disliked pain
/my pressing through my pants against you, every nerve in my body screaming that I want you

() can we keep jae's conscious turned off? xD meto won't mind later, just be confused

@† Meto /taking a step back, and then another until his back hits the wall, he pulls you against him more firmly/
/his hands itch to move to your , but he keeps them at your hips instead, gripping hard enough to bruise as he kisses you back, maybe he's a little more drunk than he thought because he wasn't questioning this as much as he should have been/

@† Jaejoong (HURRAYYY)

@† Meto (I'm so sorry, my work laptop was acting up this morning, and it was just a mess, and it took FOREVER to get home ;;
I'm gonna try to reply soon )

@† Jaejoong /my heart is pounding in my chest as I feel what I mistake to be familiar lips, a familiar taste, on mine
/moans into the kiss, pushing against you with enough force that you have to take a step back
/my nails begin to dig into your nape as my tongue entwines with yours

() i swear i originally was thinking cuddles but then- yesh, let's keep jaejoong not caring pls thank chu

@† Meto /he was not expecting the kiss, and he considered pushing Meto off of him but in the end he just couldn’t bring himself to care enough. He was bored, this was something to do, so he kissed back. Pulling Meto tighter against him as he did/

@† Jaejoong /of course, meto wasn't actually looking for him; his drunken mind was playing tricks on him, maybe there was also a little more than just alcohol mixed into his blood/
/meto smiled a dazzling smile and slid his hands up from around the other's waist over his chest to curl around either side of his neck
/he had a firm grip on the other, his body pressing into jaejoong's as he leaned up just enough to lock lips
/meto in his drunken stupor kissed him needily, desperately, and, thankfully, would not remember this part in the morning

@† Meto /body guard duty was great and all, but he’d been working over time lately and when he’d gotten a chance to take a night off he’d decided to go out. Of course he had instantly regretted that, the club was too loud, it smelled like too many sweaty bodies, and he just wasn’t feeling it. He’d gotten a sloppy in the bathroom and that almost made it worth it/
/he’d made his way to the smoking section to light up when he spotted a familiar face from the club, he was surprised when that familiar face started making a beeline for him though/
What— Meto?
/frowning he stared down at the male who had attached himself to his arm and then hugged him. It was more habit that had him wrapping an arm around Meto in return to keep him still, he seemed to be beyond drunk if his words were anything to go by/
I.. okay. I won’t. Sorry, I didn’t realize you were looking for me.

@† Jaejoong /my default state of existence has been drunk - hungover - drunk for the past couple days, weeks; just the setting changes; sometimes I'm at the club, sometimes at home, sometimes I'm in the park and today i'm at a nightclub/
/it's all good fun, I've had more than enough shots to put me in a good mood; I don't remember how long I've been dancing for; I feel hot, sweaty; the air in here is warm and heavy making it hard to breathe; someone offers me their beer and I down it in one go with a laugh before pushing past them to a corner where you could smoke indoors and light up a cigarette/
/brings it to my lips with trembling fingers and then looks around, pinching it between my lips as I inhale while I pull my hair up from my nape and tie it into a ponytail
/takes the cigarette between my fingers and then exhales with a satisfied sigh, rocking from shoulderblade to shoulderblade against the wall to the beat of the music/
/I can't see straight, the world is swimming beautifully, colours and sounds mixing together and then amidst that blur... I spot someone/
/before I know it I've pushed off the wall, the still lit cigarette drops from my fingers and I'm aggressively shoving my way through the crowd towards you/
/grabs onto your arm and uses that hold to reel myself in and bury myself into your chest; inhales your scent deeply, arms wrapped tightly around your torso/
I missed you so much- /my voice cracks but I'm almost impossible to hear over the sound of the music anyway/
Where did you go? Don't leave me again /looks up at you with yearning, fear, happiness and love

@‡ Luca Meto felt great. The water bottle was slowly turning from a vague shadow into an actual outline and the world was spinning in a very pleasant way. He felt heavy and the floor felt so, so soft. Everything was great. Then, someone kicked him and Meto grimaced faintly, the contortion of his lips hidden under a messy pile of ice-blue hair. Maybe he was imagining it, but it seemed like someone was in front of him. Meto considered taking a look at who it was and what they wanted, but he really didn't feel like moving. 'What if they take my wallet...?' Oh well. Whatever. The thought that may be here to steal the brown bear hanging from a chain around his hips made his anxiety spike. Before he could act on it, hands grabbed his head and tilted it for him. Meto stared at the blurry blob with unfocused eyes. 'Huh... it sounds like he's saying my name' The Japanese smiled dumbly as he was shaken viciously. He felt like he was on a rollercoaster. The person pulled him up to a seated position, but Meto was in no state to maintain it by himself. If this guy wanted him to sit, he'd have to hold him up or he would just slump back to the floor. Meto needed a few minutes for the world to stop spinning out of control after being shaken. Once it had returned to a pleasant rotation, he squinted at the person. This person felt a bit familiar. 'Oh-' Meto's eyes widened. Not because his vision had improved enough to recognise Luca, but because he remembered about the water bottle he'd been trying to open for the past two hours. He held it out to the person.

@‡ Luca [] smort luca boy hhh im having fun, all the drunk nights post hangover and finally useful for something

@† Meto (well that and his aesthetics ok xD combining the two findings, it wasn't hard to recognize Meto)

@‡ Luca [] luca recognised him cause he's small I'm crying :"D

@† Meto Finishing an exhausting round after fashion week, Luca and colleagues as well as heads decided to celebrate the night away before it gets calm again for the models to rest and charge up for next event. Luca was out of country even not only town and hence he's been away for awhile and havent visited the club nor updated his socials as well as his onlyfans; he simply poofed for a month or so. Being the nondrinker he is, Luca stayed the responsible person of the group, sending some off to cabs and continuing the night with the few remaining. When it got more late and the once busy place became relatively quieter with much less of a crowd, Luca got up to leave with the rest of his group and in his way out he almost tripped over something- or someone after a second look and he was to brush it off and catch up with the group that went ahead but upon a closer look of the person's fashion style and hair and connecting it to how small/short the person was, Luca stood his ground and waved for his group to leave without him. The tall model knelt down and lifted the person's head and seeing the smudged red lipstick, a smile came on his unmade ones. It was definitely Meto. The short boy can stand out in a crowd for sure- or well lay flat down on the floor in this instance. "Meto... Aye Meto, you okay?" Luca shook the guy rather violently in hope to gain response as well as leant to his ear to shout to be heard over the music. Before the shorter male could respond, Luca sat him up first, afraid to stand him up immediately and the sudden sharp change in positions might cause him to vomit which Luca definitely doesn't want to deal with.

@‡ Luca It was business as usual in Meto-land. The fewer distractions Meto had, the more emotional and upset he became. He'd never been amazing at sitting with himself in silence. He couldn't pinpoint what exactly had caused today's course of events. Maybe there was no reason beyond being a closet mess. At the moment, the closet was wide open for everyone to look inside. The Japanese was drunk off his socks, almost literally, as one thigh-high sock was sagging sadly around his calf. He sat hunched forward on a speaker, lolling forward as if he was juuust about to fall over before straightening a bit. Ice blue fell haphazardly around his face, smudged red lips parted as he stared at the floor. Someone asked him if he needed some water and, after asking another three times and shaking Meto a bit, he nodded. Now he had a bottle of water in his hands but he was too drunk to open it. He tried biting off the cap which, obviously, didn't work. Oh well. And so, the water bottle as his new accessory, he resumed sitting on the speaker, staring at the dirty floor, swaying faintly. The night was old(lol?) and the crowd was thinning out. People moved around him like blurry ghosts, but Meto stayed put and as time passed the fog in his mind cleared just a little bit. He tried opening the water bottle again. Nope. It fell. Meto stared at it and leaned forward to grab it. He missed. No, he did one better: He fell. It was a slow fall, more of a slide, and one that could have easily been stopped if he wasn't so, so wasted. Meto had joined the water bottle on the ground and chuckled.

Welcome back here, I guess?
/walks in and sits by the bar and orders a bottle of whiskey for myself and starts to drink the night away/

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@‡ Bible Not really realizing what he's saying is useless to those sober around him, Build then took a deep breath and raised his brows as he shrugged. "Oh well. . . that's good, I guess. I mean, at least you won't torment me if you see me sober again, only to remind me of tonight and how drunk I am. . ." He chuckled and noticed a glass of water now in front of him and without any hesitation, he took it, all of those warning that he even told his employees about taking drinks from strangers are just non-existent in him, that's just how drunk and blasted he is.

Taking his card back from the bartender, his attention then goes back to Bible as he suddenly heard him curse out and the next thing he knows is that one leg of his is atop his own leg. Propping his elbow atop the bar's counter and resting his cheek against his palm, he looked at Bible. "Be honest, Bible, why are you here? You don't seem to be the type to be this touchy, at least, that's my first impression of you. . . soooo. . . why are you here?"

He probed though he probably won't understand half of what Bible will say, he's curious why this man, who seems to catch everyone's attention from what he noticed from the people sitting at the bar, suddenly came to him. They have nothing in common other than both being from Thailand, sure they'll probably get to know more about each other but he wants to know if he came over to be an actual friend or if he has an ulterior move because if it's the latter then he should just probably leave, that is if he can actually even walk back to his car and drive, the thought of it just making him sigh as he waits for Bible's response.

@† Build He tilts his head to the side watching over the other man. Bible didn't understand him all that well but at least he was responsible enough. He motions the bartender for water. Bible listened to everything the older man had to say. A lot of it was slurred and didn't make sense to him. It only made sense to Build. Once the water appeared he slid it closer to Build.
"Good thing we don't know each other very well P'Build. Even if you did tell me then I wouldn't understand since I don't know it."
Bible didn't fail to notice the card he flashed around. Rich boy. He looks around to see if anyone else caught sight of it. He curses in English then moves to sit right next to Build hoping that this would scare away the others. Bible throws a leg over Build's leg as if it to try to claim him.

@‡ Bible Gently pulling his hand away, Build smiled yet again and when he addressed him in such a way that he have not heard in a long time, it made his smile grow wider. "Wow. It's been so long since someone called me that. I'm not really sure how to respond to your question because, to be honest, I don't know, Bible. I was just here to celebrate a deal my company closed. I'm an architect, by the way, I don't usually come to these places but I want to treat my employees because they did so well and. . . I don't see them anymore because I let them wander off and have fun."

Build slurred a bit as he spoke but he's not one to notice anymore with all the shots of soju he had prior to meeting Bible, and since he's not the type of person to really drink, he's now here sitting and blabbing to an almost stranger in front of him. Once he's offered a glass of water, he nodded and smiled. "Sure. I do think I need a glass. I don't hold my alcohol too well, to be honest. I'm so sorry for talking too much. I kinda run my mouth when I'm drunk." Build chuckled softly but despite that, he still took his last shot from the bottle he ordered, and once done, he gave his black card to the bartender to be run so that he can have their tab closed since he doesn't see any of his employees around anymore, giving him the impression that they all left already, which is none of his business since they are adults.

@† Build The younger man reached out to shake his hand. It wasn't hard to notice that the older man was not holding his liquor very well. Not many in his experience took being called out for this sort of thing very well so he had to be careful doing so with Build.
"P'Build are you alright? You want me to get you some water or something?"
Bible knew there was a chance that Build would refuse. After all, he wasn't someone that Build knew and he literally just approached him offering him a rink. Basic survival should tell Buikld that he shouldn't accept but he hoped that Build was drunk enough to say yes. Maybe then he could sneakily sober up the other. One less person on his conscience. Something he always welcomed given his own line of work.

@‡ Bible Build's just minding his own business, buzzed and drunk than when he first sat on this stool to drink on his own when he suddenly heard a voice beside him, asking for his name. In such situations, he would just ignore people but because of the alcohol in his system and lack of better judgment so to say, he gave him a small nod, but upon hearing his name, Build's demeanor changed, and somehow, he perked up. "Oh, another Thai. . ." He smiled and with that, he sat up as much as he could and reached his hand out towards the latter. "Jakapan Puttha, but you can call me Build. It's nice to meet you, Bible." He muttered, trying to be as steady as possible as he had never drank this much in a long while so the effects of the alcohol are kicking in pretty quickly.

@† Build Why did it always come to this? He hated having to come here to beg for work. Although coming here to pick up payment was no better. Bible greeted the man behind the bar. The two chat in English before he delivers the news to Bible. No work. He decides to drink for a bit. Bible notices the guy off on his own. He asked the bartender about the kid off on his own. Surprise lit up in his eyes. Another Thai person? Bible took a drink making his way over to him. He greeted the other in Thai and then waited a bit before greeting him in English.
"What's your name?"
He found himself curious if he'd tell him his full name or some nickname. Maybe it would be better if he told him his name or nickname.
"My name is Wichaspas Sumettikul. Everyone calls me Bible though..."

@‡ Bible With the closure of another deal and finishing another multi-million dollar establishment, Build and his team had set out to go out tonight. Though he did let them know that he probably won't be going around much to drink, he can't deny them this night to have fun as he believes that it's important to work with your employees and give them the reward that they deserve. Upon arriving at the club, his ears were already bombarded by the loud music pounding through the walls of the establishment and though this is not really his cup of tea to spend his night, Build decided to go to be able to know his employees more and just treat them as well for doing such a wonderful job and keep their company on top.

After they were led towards the second floor where the VIP section is, Build gave his speech, thanking everyone for their hard work and once the toast was done, it feels as if all hell broke loose. Some are drinking in the lounge, some got down to join people on the dance floor and for him, he just sat there with purses around him, sipping on his cocktail, being careful with it since he's not one to hold his alcohol well.

Hours has passed and most of his employees had gone to other bars and he didn't mind. After paying for their tab, Build decided to stay a little longer, especially now that the place had chilled a bit with some patrons around and the music just something that was relaxing for him. Walking to the bar area and hopping on a stool, he ordered a glass of soju cocktail and was already sipping on it, feeling a bit more buzzed than before as he continued to just hang out by himself asking for one glass after the other that he already lost count of how many he had.

@† Eunwoo {the song; https://youtu.be/gEIVtsYFNxc sorry this is long! take your time. i just wanted to get through the concert lol}

Changing into his preformance wear which consisted of a crop leather jacket, fishnet top and black ripped jeans, Woosung was ready to take the stage. From backstage he could hear the crowd ready for the band to come on. He met with his bandmates and did a small prep talk.

"Here's to hardwork and a great night-!"

Woosung stepped on stage after his band mates took to thier positions. He smiled brightly at the outcome of the crowd and waved. He took to the mic and spoke.

"Wow.. Oh my god. You all look wonderful~ Thank you for coming out everyone. I'm Woosung and this is Savage Groves! Are you ready to sing?" Woosung pointed the mic to the crowd and after a response he took it back. "Dance?" Again he waited for a response. "Rock?" And that warrented a louder response that made Woosung beam brightly.

"Okay~ Let's go!"

The band started the first song. While he was singing, eyes met with a few people in the crowd from what he could see with the spotlight reflecting off his eyes. But he made contact with a specific male within the sea of people, smiled and winked at him before moving to the other side of the stage.

He got through the setlist with a few conversations and pauses to drink water. He was a performer on stage, giving small fan service here and there. He had little interactions with the crowd as they shouted at him.

"Thank you, again for taking your time to come out here," Woosung begin to speak into the mic. "But it's about time to go. I had fun and I hope you did too!"

@‡ Woosung (( sure sure! ))

"come on woo, let's go and have fun!" the words escaped his friend's lips once they arrived at the said venue. it was the day when he was introduced to a new local band that was so dearly loved by the locals. eunwoo dressed in all casual white t-shirt and a pair of jeans with sneakers. it was a concert after all, right? the circle of friends made their way towards the comfortable spot they found, already heard some excitement through the screams echoing in the air. savage groves. eunwoo read the band's name mentally as his gaze scanned his surrounding, finding the venue was getting occupied.

the group patiently waited for the concert to start. eunwoo's gaze landed on one of the banners that were brought by the fans. one could see the faces of those members clearly on that banner, yet one person caught his attention. eunwoo wondered if that person was real or it was just computers doing the job. "it's woosung, the vocalist." eunwoo heard his friend told him, "you're staring, do you know that?" his friend ridiculed him and eunwoo said nothing other than flashed one sheepish smile at the latter.

the boys didn't have to wait too long as the cheers roared in the air as the opening act began.

@† Eunwoo {i figured we could do the concert now and the recording studio later?}

All day, Woosung was preparing his band to play at the local venue which happen to be set at the night club. His tickets, he surprised, sold a good amount for tonight and he'll use his proceedings to buy better equipment. Because the band couldn't afford a roadie at the moment, Woosung was the one to set up the stage. He actually like it as it gave him his own creative freedom to do so. After checking the time that had gone away from him, Woosung rushed to get his other band memeber to the stage for sound check. Everything testes out greatly. With a an electric gutiar strapped his tone yet slim build, the leader played a few notes. When the notes were off, he'd adjusted it cordingly.

Savage Groves ran through their setlist with ease. Woosung was proud of himself that he made it this far and was hopeful for the band's future ahead. Thus, he through his whole passion into his work. Once the time came, the doors opened and he was backstage in his dressing room preparing himself for the concert to start.

@† Hyunjin [SH] I'm scared of losing him, Hyunjin. . . I'm scared that if I try to coax him, it'll just come off as me forcing him. I know, Meto. The more that you do such, the more that he pulls away. . .
/sighs, rests my elbow atop the bar counter, cheek pressed against my left palm/
He won't talk to me about his feelings, I mean, he does at times, but this time around, I doubt that he'll do that. . . I know him. . . and I know he must be scared and hurt too and it hurts me too. I don't want him to be like that.
/runs my hand against my face, brushes my hair up and away from my face/
I wonder if my existence in his life is actually what messed up his. He was fine before I came along. I don't know anymore. I don't know if I can even approach him because I'm scared that he'll just push me away or leave at the sight of me in the room.
/looks down my lap/
I should probably just. . . disappear in his life so that he can be happy again. . .