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Seungmin never really liked the smell of cigar mixing with the scent of alcohol coming from warm bodies, especially when everything takes place before his eyes. His nose itch.
Red and purple lights embraced the dark room, bodies who stink bounce up and down to the music, tables had mostly of girls who tries to appease old hags, it was a sight.
If it wasn't for his friend Lee Felix who had his heart exhausted thanks to someone called Changbin, he would never imagine himself going to a place like this.
Too suffocating, too noisy, too blinding, too many people, or was it too many sad people pretending to act happy? He corrects.
“Felix let’s head back.” He said the fourth time as he tries to peep at the two seemingly huge men dressed in black with fear. Seungmin felt the need to escape quick when he remembered all their sharp stares. The reason, however, remained in the dark
At senior year, Seungmin still doesn’t know how to use fists and he absolutely would refuse to act with it. But maybe now he regret not having an experience.
“As much as I want to comfort you for your fallen love on that certain clubmate of yours, being wasted at 3 am wont make him love you still.” He slaps the latter’s face lightly but Felix was already in deep sleep.
“Damnit.” He tried to wake up his roommate with all the possible torture he might thought of the moment, but everything went downhill when Felix got more comfortable with the sofa. Seungmin sighs.
The school dorms was already closed 6 hours ago and here they are trying to mend someone’s heart with alcohol. He still doesn’t get how alcohol and not hurting correlates with each other but he tried to understand, tried.
Well, discerning was the least of his worries now, dragging some Australian kid back to campus was.
“Felix.” Seungmin called his name for the last time until a guy in white polo approached them. He placed a couple of booze on top of the deep table and remained standing, completely blocking the two men in black from a far.
Seungmin was ready to protest. He didn’t remember ordering more drinks for one, he actually don’t want to stay at the place longer, and two he unknowingly started to grow a dislike with clubs. But his protest was kept inside his throat when he found a tissue paper with RUN written in bold.
Confusion filled his being as he unconsciously halt his breathing. Run? He processed, what was that supposed to mean. Seungmin’s heart made an erratic rhythm as he tries to slowly comprehend the scenario.
And as his eyes turned to the culprit of the warning note, he saw Hwang Hyunjinㅡ the popular kid on campus wearing the same uniform as some of the few workers in the club.