❝ Club ❞

@Joon She could feel the lustful stare from the man beside her. Trying to ignore him, she ordered herself another tequila and a big glass of margarita. Feeling a little drunk, she headed to the dance floor and follows the booming beat of the music. Now, she didn't care about the s and grinds, instead, she dance crazier but headed to the bathroom after a few minutes to throw up.

@Hyuna Joon sighed softly as he finally finished his job today at the club. He was now only wearing a white tank top and some black skinny jeans. He actually hated his job here but this is the only thing he could do well with his flirty personality. Taking his coat, he was about to walk out of the club but stopped in his track when his eyes landed on a female figure. Her figure somehow stand out in his eyes. Watching her movements, he smirked lightly to himself 'well, one more person won't hurt..' He thought to himself. He walked to the bar and sat next to the girl. Ordering some random alcoholic drink, he grabbed the glass and sipped on it while his eyes eyed the girl from head to toe

@Joon Hyuna enters the club wearing a fitted red tube dress with black outlines around her chest and body line with a black clutch and a black stiletto. Inappropriate groping and drunk people welcomed her while the music booms loudly in her ears. As for the smell, the club reeked different types of alcohol and perfumes of both male and female . She was simply taking her week off, relaxing her mind with some tequila and other different types of alcohol.

@Kim Ari Minhee's arms automatically wrapped loosely around the neck of the girl, pressing her body against the other. The kiss felt... right, for lack of a better word. The other's lips were sweet, not a hint of alcohol on them. So, /so/ familiar; she could feel the memories tugging, pleading to be heard as she deepened the kiss. These soft lips against her own sparked something that she hadn't felt in a long, long time. Not since... as soon as she felt like she was on the verge of something, her brain froze. Minhee felt like cursing, but those lips distracted her once again. God, so close. Nibbling gently on the latter's lower lip, she tried to cast her drunk mind back again. Aish, who the hell was that gang member who broke her heart? Minhee traced small circles on the small of Ari's back, frustrated. Ugh, she should really drink less often, she noted to herself. It was probably killing brain cells.

@Jung Min Hee Hearing that soft, melodious laugh of Minhee's resounding wonderfully in her ears, the raven-haired girl's lips curved into a shy, silly grin, her cheeks tinting a slightly deeper shade of pink at the compliment; ugh, why did the latter have to be so irresistible? This was supposed to be her revenge, not her falling for the other all over again. Feeling her cheeks heat up at the close proximity of their lips and Minhee's teasing grin, Ari resisted the urge to break their eye contact, gazing into the deep chocolate brown eyes of the latter shyly, secretly wishing to kiss Minhee once more. To have her lips gently pressed against the soft, full lips of the model. Her wish came true soon after, for within a few moments, she felt her lips against the latter's in a soft kiss, the dull ache of her heart growing more prominent; however, despite the pain of knowing that the latter would never be with her, Ari wished for the moment not to end. Although it only reminded her of how she was no longer worthy of the latter, she enjoyed the kiss, the touch of her ex-girlfriend that she had been craving for oh so long. Oh how she had missed Minhee-- and everything that came with being with her. The kisses, the cuddling, the -- everything. Slowly slipping her arms gently around the older girl's slim waist, Ari enveloped the latter in a warm embrace as she leaned into the kiss, pulling the shorter closer to her.

@Kim Ari The kiss was so heartachingly familiar, Minhee felt like curling into a ball and sobbing. She had kissed this girl before, she knew it. And she wanted more. Oh God, she needed to feel those lips against her's again. There was something so attractive about the stomach rolling, confusing mix of emotions that Ari induced. Ah, she looked so cute when she was blushing. The latter had mumbled something, probably an apology from the way she was looking at the ground. Was a gang member supposed to be this adorable and apologetic? Laughing softly, Minhee caressed the gang member's cheeks gently. “Why are you apologizing? That was a pretty good kiss.” Grinning teasingly, Minhee brought her lips centimeters away from the latter. “I'll show you a better one, though.” She pressed her lips against Ari's delectable ones and rode out the wave of emotions coursing through her. This was a new kind of bittersweet high and she was hooked. A little, sober voice in her head told her that this was wrong. This person was bad. This was all going to bite her back. In that moment, she didn't care. This person just /felt/ right. And that was all she needed.

@Jung Min Hee Feeling a couple of the latter's soft fingers graze against her cheek as she cupped her face, Ari blinked, the ends of her lips subconsciously curving upwards to form a shy smile as her cheeks turned a faint shade of pink; she felt her heartbeat increase, growing louder and faster as Minhee leaned in close, head tilted, as she looked at her. Suddenly feeling very shy, like a school girl near her crush, she looked down, feeling the heat rush to her cheeks; they were so close, the latter's lips were a few mere inches away. It was too great of a temptation to resist. Before she could over think the situation, she leaned in and gave the latter a soft, and almost passionate, kiss on her soft lips. Perhaps it was too bold of a move. They weren't an item. They weren't together. They were ex-girlfriends. About to curse herself mentally for doing something stupid, Ari looked up to meet Minhee's gaze, afraid of what was to come. Then again, the older girl was drunk; perhaps Minhee wouldn't think too much of the gesture. "I'm sorry," she mumbled softly, her words just barely audible for the shorter to hear. Why had she kissed the latter? Minhee was her ex-girlfriend, they were a thing of the past. She broke had broken up with the latter; she had been the one to end their relationship. So then why did she still feel an attraction to Minhee? The answer was very simple when she thought about it-- she still had lingering feelings for the latter.

@Kim Ari Ari. Why did that familiar name bring a pang to her heart? Never mind that. Her attention was diverted by the softened eyes of Ari; Minhee was confused. What happened to the dangerous glint from earlier? She ignored the charming grin and kept her focus on the girl's entrancingly deep and layered chocolate brown eyes. Minhee felt as if she could get lost in those eyes forever and for some weird reason, she felt as if she had before. Cupping Ari's face, she leaned in a little closer and tilted her head slightly. Her face wasn't the doll-like perfection that she was used to, but it attracted her nonetheless. Honestly, perfection disgusted Minhee. Maybe it was a side effect of being in the industry too long, but perfect seemed fake to her now. She loved the perfectly imperfect, the broken ones, for it reflected herself. “Why the sad eyes, Ari? You're in a club.” She flashed a bright grin, surprised at how familiar this scene was. It wasn't a pleasant surprise, but it wasn't a bad one, either. Why the hell was her heart tearing apart at the sight of the girl's saddened eyes? Every fiber in her body told her to comfort and cuddle Ari, but every instinct told her that this was just another stupid act. It had nothing to do with the latter being a gang member, her drunken mind didn't discriminate, so what was it? What attracted her to this girl, yet pushed her away at the same time?

@Jung Min Hee Watching as the latter spun around in a worried daze, knocking a few drinks in the process, Ari blinked before turning to face the patrons whose drinks Minhee had knocked over; she quickly assured them that the rest of their drinks would be on her for the night. Glancing back at her ex-lover, she couldn't help but smile slightly at the sight of the latter brushing off the snapback before placing it on her head; Minhee was cute as ever. Taking a closer glance at the hat, Ari furrowed her eyebrows together; that couldn't have been the one she had given the latter, could it? She stood still, staring at it for a few moments before realizing that it was, indeed, the very snapback that she had given Minhee many years ago. It was a bittersweet realization. The sweet part being that the older girl had not gotten rid of her gift, the bitter part being that it had lost all value; it was now just another cap to wear to trashy places, like the club. Her facial expression did not change, but her eyes softened with sadness, her piercing gaze lowering to floor momentarily as she regained her composure. the human heart's ability to sentimentalize everything; that was the funny thing about old hurts-- they just waited for heartache to come along and then show up, just as sharp and horrible as the first day you woke up with the world changed all around you. It hurt like the worst -kicking that she had ever received. She knew very well that Minhee had lost all feelings for long ago, but why was she still so hung up over the latter? Raising her gaze to meet the older woman's once more, she flashed a charming grin. "The name's Kim Ari, gorgeous."

@Kim Ari Minhee tittered nervously, half relieved and half disappointed after the other had let go of her hand. The compliments made her head spin. Had it come from anyone else, Minhee would've laughed and/or blushed. But from the girl in front of her, it sounded almost mocking. She suddenly felt very exposed and very insecure. Reaching up to her head, she realized that her snapback had dropped somewhere. Hats made Minhee feel better, particularly snapbacks. In her childhood, whereas other kids grew attached to their blankets, Minhee grew attached to her father's favorite snapback. It had the logo of some magical American team called the Dodgers, he told her, on one rare night in which he won enough money for them to have a good dinner. He was in such a good mood at that time, he even gave it to her right there and then. From then on, hats were Minhee's shield from the world. Spinning around frantically ( she had knocked down a few drinks and earned glares from various patrons ), Minhee glanced behind her to find it lying on the ground, as if it were waiting for her to put it back on her head. She bent over, brushing off imaginary specks of dust before the hat returned to its rightful place. It was an old thing, just a simple black snapback with a skull emblazoned on it. She had been in a rush last night and grabbed the first hat on the rack, which happened to be it. It had some emotional significance, she knew, but in her state she couldn't remember for the life of her. Now, more confident, Minhee flashed a bright grin at the other. “Can't say the same. You haven't told me your name yet, beautiful.”

@Jung Min Hee Furrowing her eyebrows as the male yelled obscenities at her, Ari shrugged her shoulders; guys could be so pathetic. As the latter stepped on the male's foot, sending him away with a clear message, the raven-haired girl chuckled softly at the pained expression of the male; so these were the type of people whom the beautiful Jung Minhee now spent her nights with. Turning her attention back to the female, she nodded, giving an understanding smile. "It's alright. I'm glad to see that you're having a good time," she said, observing the latter with intently; it was after those long, stretched out seconds of studying Minhee, that Ari noticed that the older girl had changed in terms of appearance. Changed for the better-- if that was even possible. The girl still looked pretty youthful, but possessed a new, unseen mature, charismatic aura at the same time. Watching as the other girl furrowed her eyebrows in though, Ari contemplated whether Minhee would remember her or not. The other girl seemed to be quite drunk, so she doubted the likelihood of that happening any time soon; regardless, she had never treated Minhee poorly, at least by standards, therefore, even if the latter was to remember her, there would be no hard feelings, right? "A lovely name for a lovely girl. It's a pleasure to meet you, Minhee," she commented softly, the ends of her lips curving upwards slightly to form a playful grin as she gently took the other's hand into her own, leaning down slightly as she pressed her lips lightly against the back of the latter's hand before letting go.

@Kim Ari Minhee glanced up, finding a very attractive and somehow very familiar girl hungrily running her eyes up and down Minhee's body. One of the men wrapped his arm possessively around her, yelling something obscene at the other girl. Annoyed, Minhee stomped on his foot, effectively dismissing him and the other person. God. What the hell was wrong with people these days? Wiping off a stream of whiskey down her neck, she it off her finger as she returned the smile cautiously. Even in her drunken state, she noticed something odd in the girl's eyes. Her instincts screamed at her to get out of the latter's way and move to the other side of the room, but... something else told her that she had dealt with this girl and survived. Why the hell was she so familiar? The alcohol had made a barrier in her mind and it agitated Minhee. She absolutely hated being on the verge of something and not knowing. Oh well, maybe it would come to her if she sobered up after awhile. And judging by the way the lights were blending together and the ground swaying slightly, that was going to be a while. Realizing that she hadn't answered the other girl, Minhee laughed and slurred, “Hello~ S-Sorry, I'm a little drunk at the moment.” She grinned, taking in the other girl. Obviously a gang member, judging by the mask that was now hung around her neck, revealing a pretty face with eyes that spoke more than anything else. Didn't she date a gang member once? Minhee furrowed her brows unconsciously, trying to think back. What was her name? Nari? It ended with a -ri, that's for sure. Keeping the grin plastered on her face, Minhee extended her hand. “I'm Minhee, by the way.”

@Jung Min Hee Tonight would be spent at the club, just like any other. It had been a long, frustrating day, and the last thing Ari wanted to deal with was all the bull that went on in the club. After taking a cold shower, Ari freshened up, combing her hair and applying some light makeup before choosing her outfit for the night. She searched through her large closet until she found something that appealed to her; a black, zipper front leather crop top and a pair of black leather shorts. Putting on the shirt, she pulled the zipper upwards, feeling the material tighten around her upper body, hugging her curves perfectly; she stepped into the shorts, attaching a pair of handcuffs to one of the belt loops, as well as a chain. Clasping a spiked necklace around her neck, she smiled slightly at her appearance in the mirror before slipping on her signature mask, which was outlined in small studs with “The Hunters’ stitched in sliver in the center. All of the Hunters wore it to the club and to any function that pertained to their entertainment. Strutting out of the mansion and to the club, Ari entered with low expectations; she had seen only a few attractive young guys in the last few days. However as she made her way across the floor, she was surprised to see a familiar face in between two strange men. Park Minhee. An ex-girlfriend of hers, who had dumped her for the life of a model-- at least, that's the way she saw it. Staring for a few moments, the ends of the raven-haired girl's lips curved upwards to form a smirk; Minhee seemed to be drunk and very vulnerable at this moment. To seize this opportunity would be wise. To at least get even with the latter, and even maybe some pleasure. After all, she doubted that the woman would remember anything in the morning, leaving Ari with power to treat the other how ever she wished. Yes, this was her chance. Her patience was dangerously close to running out , her jealousy growing as she watched the interaction; her built up anger and stress pulsed through her body as she stared at Minhee in her drunken state. Minhee deserved what was coming, didn't she? Pulling down her mask, Ari sauntered over to the latter, flashing a confident grin before speaking. "Why hello there." She winked, approaching the older girl, her eyes taking in Minhee's attractive body.

Minhee didn't get drunk often, but when she did, she got completely and utterly wasted. It had been a long, /long/ week at the office arguing with upstart interns who thought they knew better and trying to please the stupid investors. At this point, Minhee wanted nothing more than to relax and sink into a few shot cups of whiskey. If this was back then, before the magazine, she would've included a few joints but she couldn't risk getting caught. Her magazine came before everything, even her own pleasure. But, then again, she was only human and for her all work with no play would kill her. So Minhee allowed herself one night a week to get completely drunk and just let loose. Whatever happened that night would happen. And so, Minhee found herself grinding between two men ( or was it a man and a woman? She couldn't tell anymore ) with a bottle of whiskey being poured down her body and over her skintight red sleeveless minidress. Ah, tonight was going to be fun.