❥︙nightclub

@» jung wooyoung. ʰᵒᵗᵍᵒᵗʰᵗʷᶦⁿᵏ⁶⁹ “Just hold a ticket for me,” she snapped at the bouncer, eyes narrowing as the male tried to square up to her. Without her normal club gear on it was no wonder he didn’t recognize her. But let any man stand in her way and talk down to her and she was liable to set someone on fire. “Ma’am I can’t do tha—“ he was quickly cut off by her manager, the male sighing with utter distaste. He knew Soyeon’s temper and god forbid any man come at her from a disrespectful angle. “Listen,” her manager started, rubbing the bridge of his nose between two fingers, “DJ Vipress is headlining tonight. She gets five extra tickets for her section. For the love of in god, just give her the one ticket — she never holds any tickets.” The bouncer looked between the disgruntled manager and Soyeon (who clearly murdered him twelve times with her eyes alone) and nodded. “Who do I put it un—“

“,” was all she said before pushing past him, checking him with her body as she slung her duffle bag over her shoulder and trudged in through the club. The manager flicked his wrist at the bouncer, fishing out a small wad of cash for the bouncers bruised ego.