♡ Club

@✲ Jisung Jaehyun was alight with energy. His endless nerves not letting him sit still behind his premier set. His leg jumping a steady rhythm of anticipation, and his fingers busying themselves with twirling his drumstick in a never ending cycle around his index and middle finger. This is his bands first time booking a gig with this particular spot, but it's paying out more than their usual bars. If all goes well, this could be one of their regular spots and that's one more check in their pockets.

With a final sound check and their vocalists cue, Jaehyun adjusts his headband, careful to avoid the twitching ears on top of his head, and grips both drumsticks in hand. "Alright, let's knock 'em dead," he says to his band mates with a wiggle of his brow. The curtain flies back and Seunghyub's voice bellows out as he introduces their band and their first number. Jaehyun crinkles his nose as he taps his drumsticks together three times, their guitarists cue to start their first song. And the show begins just like that, Jaehyun's attention torn between his instrument and the crowd bouncing along in front of them. The boundless energy whizzing around the room lighting a fire in Jaehyun's belly, making him relax more and more. Comfortable enough to do a few tricks with his sticks, a wicked grin plastered to his face as his head bobs along with the music.

@✮ Jaehyun He wasn't excited. At all. He was a person didn't mind a crowd but when it came to bars or clubs. He despised it to his finest, running his inked fingers through his raven hair that fell over his eyes if he didn't move it to part to the sides. His eyes running around his room figuring out an outfit to wear, why did he agree to go out with his friends to watch a gig that was going on. Letting out a sigh he decided to go along with ripped jeans, a black tank and a bomber jacket. "That should be good enough." He muttered to himself as he changed into the chosen outfit and paired it up with black boots. Jisung grabbed his wallet, keys and phone before exiting his apartment.

He was thankful he lived close, it was a walk down the block to this club that his friends told him to go to. The walk in was dreadful, the loud music blasting through his cat ears and the humidity due to all the swarming bodies that danced around.It smelt like too, overpowering perfume smells, sweat and alcohol. Seeing the area his friends were seated he moved to them and sat down, his eyes averting around the place. They were near the stage so it was a good view.

"This better be worth it."