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Strobes of pink and green flash past her, music blaring through speakers as she made her way through the movement of bodies to each beat of the song.
She needed some air, the dance floor was starting to feel too stuffy and the drinks she had been chucking down her throat all night surely weren’t helping the situation. Pushing open the exit door in the corner of the club a cold rush of the night air hit her skin with the smell of cigarette smoke.
Although she had only come out for some air the outside part of the club was a smokers area but she didn’t mind there was only one other person there.
Usually this would set small alarm bells in her head but with the alcohol in her system she felt a false safety in her own skin.
Walking over she went to lean on the wall almost opposite of the man taking quick glances at him, he looked far more interesting than anyone she had seen all night.
First of all purple ruffles of hair which could make anyone’s head turn, broad shoulders, through the fabric of his shirt she could spot out obvious muscles, he looked tall too, even when leaning against the wall.
“Quit your staring” he suddenly spoke breathing out a small cloud of smoke, he was glaring at her through the darkness of his glasses.
“Not staring, just…. admiring” she smirked slightly as she felt his eyes wander down her figure that was barely covered by the tight club dress she was wearing that left little to the imagination.
The man let out another exhale of smoke, “Are you here alone?” he asked voice low and slow, he didn’t seem like one to like to rush things, if the way he smoked said anything about him.
“Well, you’re here aren’t you?” the man huffed standing slightly taller than before drawing her attention to what he was wearing.
She hadn’t ever seen a guy wear a full suit to a club before, perhaps he worked an office job and came straight from that? But it was an odd thing to do the minute you got off at work so late.
She also knew she was playing a dangerous game with her vague answers and clearly touchy eyes, she just couldn’t seem to help herself, there was something so mysterious yet intriguing about him.
From the classy suit to the wild purple hair to the way he was standing alone in a dark smoking area of the club alone before she arrived.
Was he alone?
The man hadn’t said anything to her answer making them fall back into the silence of the night and she fiddled slightly with the end of her dress, coming outside didn’t cool her down at all in fact she felt more flushed than before.
“You came out to the smoking area to just stand there?” he drawled, she looked up to him and her eyes immediately caught his. This guy was staring her down unlike how she had ever been before, in many ways it made her want to shrink away but she stood strong.
“I don’t have a bag and this dress obviously doesn’t have pockets where would I put a packet of cigarettes?”
“Where’s your phone then?”, he sure did like to ask a lot of questions didn’t he?
It was probably- no definitely a red flag but it was dark and everyone knows it’s hard to see if the dark. “Why? You want my number?” she smirked and surprisingly the man let out a low chuckle, “I think you want mine”.
“Hm maybe” she trails off looking at the surroundings slightly, the smokers area was certainly cozy, almost like a small garden.
The only thing that stuck out was a set of metal fire escape stairs leading to a door that was slightly ajar, showing a light coming from within.
Was that someone’s house above the club? She wondered; she couldn’t imagine anyone who would want to live above a night club.
“Do you want it?” she was suddenly pulled back into the conversation of the man who was now offering her a cigarette, she knew he was dangerous, he looked dangerous and certainly was someone her friends would tell her to steer clear of yet there was something so enticing about him she just couldn’t look away.
It was wrong, she knew it was wrong but her hand reached out and she palmed it. “Actually I’m not a smoker so-“ she began to speak moving the cigarette within her fingertips then stopping as a set of numbers were scrawled on the paper of the cigarette.
“Save it then. Wait until your sober and call me” he smirked at her, dropping the lit cigarette between his fingertips onto the floor and snuffing it out with the corner of his shoe, giving her a wink before beginning to walk up the metal stairs.
“Wait you live here?” she asked and he turned his head slightly to look back at her “No, I known this place” he said simply and she could tell that her surprise was evident on her face as the corners of his mouth rose into a strange cocky smile.
“Surprised?”
“A little bit” she tilted her head slightly looking at him “I noticed your clothes but – I don’t know – you just don’t seem like the business type” she gave him another once over.
“The business type?” he furrowed his eyebrows at her, “I have you know I am the business type, in fact I sort business all the time” he moved forwards leaning on the railing of the metal stairs, his eyes looking over her.
“Please tell me, what kind of business are you sorting?” smirking at him as she put the cigarette behind her ear, leaning against the brick wall behind her.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it. It’s too much for a girl like you to handle”
“A girl like me?” she scoffs with a slight chuckle, raising her eyebrows at him crossing her arms in front of her.
“Yeah, you know, delicate-“ he took a step back down the stairs towards her, “flimsy” another few steps, “dainty” he was now at the bottom of the steps walking towards her. The way his eyes were looking at her was intimidating, like he was about to take a bite out of her at any second, “fragile” he was now right in front of her barely a few centimetres away, voice a whisper, she could almost smell the malt liquor on his breath.
“I hope you know those are all stereotypes, and also all synonyms, maybe try and think of some different words next time you try to insult me” she said in a hushed voice back, trying to bite down the smile that was forming on her lips.
“Stereotypes? Yeah, okay, sure. Synonyms? Probably. Insults? Definitely.” Before she could think of another snappy reply his lips were on hers, feverish, hungry, he practically took over her, every inch of her body was surrounded by his.
He enveloped her senses, all she could smell was that cigarette ash and deep under it some expensive smelling cologne, his hands were on her too, her neck, her back, her waist, as she was pushed against the wall.
Then he pulled away from her yet still close, “At least you’re honest” she chuckles slightly, bringing her hands up his shoulders and one to the back of his neck touching the ends of his distinct purple hair. He was practically irresistible, from the liquor on his lips to the fire in his eyes that were practically burning a hole through her.
“Shut up, I got this” he tells her, then he’s on her again, the only way she could describe the way he felt, the way he tasted, was something reminiscent of the fourth of July, the smoke of the bonfires and sparklers, the ash from the barbeque, the taste of alcohol.
He moved down, lips on her jawline, then her neck, his stupid glasses were digging into her neck but before she could say anything he had moved on to her bare shoulder. Then, “Ow! What the-” she yelps slightly as he pulled away, “Did you just bite me?” he has that smug grin again as he runs his tongue along his bottom lip and she had to kick herself for finding it attractive.
“Hm, I felt like it. Plus you look so much better now” he ran his finger over the bite mark on her shoulder.
“Wow you’re much more of a psycho than I originally thought”
“And yet you like it” he shrugged simply, looking over the marks on her skin, almost in pride over it.
She didn’t say anything to this, only pulling away from his touch slightly and rolling her eyes taking the cigarette off from behind her ear surprised that it hadn’t fallen off.
“(Name)!” she quickly turned her head towards the door, her friend stood in the doorway the club music now bleeding into the quietness of the smokers area.
“We’re all heading out now, come on” her friend nods her head to back inside the club, her hair was slightly messed up and her short dress was even shorter now having riled up during the night of dancing and her ‘Team Bride’ sash looked like it was hanging on barely.
“Ah- yeah, of course” she says snapping out of her trance, it was almost like while she was here she had forgotten that she was there at the club for her friends engagement party.
Beginning to walk to the door back into the club the man spoke up “Call me”, turning her head slightly to look back at him almost made her want to stay.
He was still standing there but now his hands were in his pockets, “Possibly, but how am I supposed to put a number into my phone without a name?”.
His smirk widened into a grin as he tilted his head slightly to her, “Wolf. Wolf Keum. And who are you?” she moves the cigarette in her hand and her friend gave her an odd look.
“You already heard it didn’t you? It’s (Name) (Last Name)” she gives him one last look over her shoulder and a wink before shutting the door.
Suddenly she was pulled back into the music banging in her ears and the streams of flights flashing past, “Who the hell was that outside?” her friend laughs, “Just some guy” she mumbles looking down at the cigarette.
“Just some guy? Come on (Name)- wait is that a bite on your shoulder” her friend practically shrieked at her a shocked smile painted on her face.
“No it is not” quickly she moved hair hoping it would cover it as she began to walk faster in the club but her friend was hot on her trail.
“I am so telling everyone about this when we get back” she laughed wagging her finger in front of her face.
“You are not because nothing happened” sighing she pushed her hand away and looked back down at the cigarette hoping that all this new fun (yet slightly dangerous) excitement that came with Wolf Keum wouldn’t stop any time soon.