Her smile grew wider, a slight roll of her eyes as she acknowledged his statement, “You’re right. I don’t know how I forgot. But I won’t be forgetting, I promise.” In honesty she knew full well who he was, and she didn’t expect him to act any differently. Besides, there was a part of her that enjoyed the fact that he was less of an ass to her, above other people. He only chose to have select few people really be in his life, and it made her feel special. Of course the way his voice sounded in her ear, and the way he held her in such a risque fashion also made her feel special– if not more special. And it wasn’t like she was doing anything to deter his advancements– with the way her body pressed into his, she was clearly encouraging him.  There was a small laugh at his joke, though she wasn’t entirely sure if it WAS a joke. “If you want to be a real pain– you’re going to have to get rough. I’ve had a lot of practice– and your dick isn’t that big in comparison to some,” she replied with a wink. It wasn’t to say he wasn’t big, because he was.  Enough so that if she weren’t so skilled with her body she probably wouldn’t have been able to fully give him head. It was all playful banter, enough to keep the mood rising. (( His ego was too large to be damaged by a slight comment anyway. ))

   She took note of the change in his breathing, finding that her teasing had come across just as clear as his had. Of course, hers was more innocent, less daring, but she couldn’t just stick her hand down his pants as easily as he could slide a hand in her dress– which was unfair. Which was why she was reacting much more strongly than he was. The blush was hard to disguise, and at this point he’d had to have noticed. Which meant he knew what he was doing was working, whether she’d deny it or not. Giving his shoulder a squeeze, she narrowed her eyes at him, “You’re not playing fair, Bokyung. I’m drunk and I’m not wearing panties– I’d like anything you did to me right now.” Her admittance hadn’t meant to come out as such, rather to say that the physical reaction was natural. She was sensitive, her body buzzing with excitement from the numerous drinks she’d thrown back. His touch was merely a catalyst that would throw her senses into overdrive. 

   She hated the way he laughed at her, knowing how desperate she was coming across despite any attempts to stop it. He was too smug, and it did bring a slight genuine irritation to her, though she supposed that was part of his charm. He furthered his teasing, which brought a huff of frustration. Had he not leaned in to remind her they could leave now, she probably would’ve said something about it. Her body shifted, almost as if urging him to move his fingers closer, the tips her fingers lightly digging into the back of his neck. Of course, like all the times before, he pulled his hand away, causing a barely audible groan to rumble in her throat. “Bokyung–” she whined against his neck, looking up at him as he returned to his upright position. She could play his game, tell him she wanted a drink, make him wait longer to prove she wasn’t as eager as she actually was– but at this point she didn’t care. “Take me home.” 

Bokyung saw the roll of her eyes at his comment, but he didn’t blame her it was probably most people’s. Matched with her smile though he knew it didn’t mean much. “ And if you do forget, I’ll end up doing something to make you remember.” It was the truth, he wasn’t ever really going to stop doing things that others considered assholeish, so there was a fair chance of him doing one of those things to Chanmi. Whether it’d be on accident or on purpose was still unknown. Her reply made a deep chuckle come from Bokyung, the comment referring to how he’d have to have sex and the one calling his dick smaller being the source. Normally an ego might be hurt at the last comment, but he knew very well that his dick wasn’t small. The only reason she’d referred to it being smaller than she was used was the fact her ex had around of eleven inches on him. Though he had heard recently that he’d gotten a reduction, a really shame in Bo’s opinion,but his cock his choices he supposed, leaving him much closer to Bokyung’s length. As for the other dicks Chanmi has experienced he couldn’t really say anything to, only Chanmi and them ( probably the other escorts and people they fucked) knew her client’s sizes and he was sure they varied leaving some smaller and some bigger. “ Chanmi, rough is my favorite kind of sex, I’m sure I could be a pain no matter the cock size you’re used to.” Bokyung smiled down at her, giving her a wink back. Bokyung was confident of his skills in bed. He’d had sex with many people and he rarely would leave anyone unsatisfied. There were a few, of course, from his earlier days when he was learning what worked and what didn’t work, but other than that his track record was great.

While he didn’t like to be teased, well not too much, Bokyung wished the girl would have done more to him, but in a wedding and with her protest before about doing something it looked like he’d have to wait. With her reactions though he knew he wouldn’t have to wait long, and how Chanmi was narrowing her eyes and squeezing him she knew that she he wasn’t going to wait that long too. His eyebrow raised at the word anything, he bite his lip thinking about it. It was just a word really, but in the sexual context it was much more. It was more submissive, which he was always something he enjoyed, and the idea of doing anything to Chanmi was an enticing thought. “  Fair? When have you ever known me to play fair?” He questioned, his voice laced with light offense at the idea he would play fair. Bokyung smirked, thinking of what he could do next his options were many. He could take it to the next level and really start something on the dance floor,or he could keep on teasing her until they made their way out. Bokyung scanned Chanmi, his eyes stopping on his favorite part of her. As he looked at her lips he decided what he would do, he’d kiss her.  It was the more pg route he could take, but he’d never done it before and he wanted to try it. After all with his hand near her thigh she’d probably think he’d go for the explicit action. A kiss was unexpected, and Bokyung loved to be unexpected.  “ Anything?” He whispered, leaning down closer, only inches away from her lips. “ So I could do th-” His sentence was cut off by the meeting of their lips, he pushed his against hers harshly. It may have been a kiss, but he wasn’t going to be soft, he wanted her to feel more passion, hunger- everything to keep her mind on what he wanted to do with her .  As his lips pressed against hers, his hands began to move position the one that’d been supporting her waist traveled up her back and rest behind her neck.The other moved on her waist, taking the job of supporting her and making the whole position a bit more comfortable. Bokyung pulled away from the kiss, eyes immediately trying to read Chanmi’s reaction. “ would you like it?” Bokyung finished his original sentence.

A desperate Chanmi wasn’t something that Bokyung had seen before, he’d imagined it sure, but it was a sight that was new to him. Part of him wanted to laugh once again at the eagerness and desperation, but instead he smirked. She was so needy for something to happen, for him to touch her, for him to do something and he had to admit it was a turn on. From her frustration at his teasing to the digging of her nails in his neck. They were all working in her favor, making him just as eager to leave with her, enough to let up his teasing and give in to her request.  “ Alright, baby let’s go home.” Bokyung said not even caring that the song wasn’t over, he didn’t need to wait any longer, they already had the drive home to deal with. His hands dropped from Chanmi’s body, something he was sure that she wouldn’t like, but quickly moved to wrap an arm around her waist again. he knew she’d need help walking or else her stumbling would take then awhile to get out of the venue. “ I hope you don’t have anything at the table because we’re not going back.” He informed her before leading her to the door, and out towards his car.

minki’s eyes rolled subconsciously then. “by saying someone looks s’mthin’, implyin’ they are.” apparently even in moments like this he could at least be logical anyway, and it wasn’t a lie. to say that someone was looking like something was implying that the person believed they were that, even if they didn’t mean it or realise it. minki knew enough anyway. “don’ think there’s a rule ‘bout frowning at a wedding.. could just be tired for all you know..” if anything, the frown was just replaced with a blank look now. “i knew that– but there’s lotta different kinds of alcohol.. i’ve never had any.”

While he didn’t know much about Minki, he never knew him to have an attitude, in fact he was rather mild manner in their last interaction. “ Huh, I guess.” Bokyung didn’t intend to call him pathetic, but there wasn’t much use in arguing it, and if he kept the night up frowning at a table, well it was kind of pathetic. Even when Bo was moping, he tried to have fun instead and forget the reasons. “ Maybe not, but you shouldn’t frown at the wedding. Unless the love of your life just married someone other than you, then maybe frowning is acceptable.” He replied, no he didn’t actually think that Minki had a love for any of the married parties, but it was a reasonable thing to happen to make you frown at a wedding. “ If you’re tired, I probably have stuff for that too.” He mentioned, though he probably wasn’t going to go as far as give the male drugs. “ You’ve never had alcohol? Ever?” Bokyung asked a little shocked by the information. There were very little people he met that never had alcohol but given the circles he was in that made sense. “ Okay, i’ll get you whatever sounds good to you, how about that?”

Shaking her head, she gave a soft wave of her hand, “Oh of course, how could I forget? You’re an asshole, and there’s a spectrum. Thanks for reminding me.” She patted his bicep softly,  a nod following her action. Whether he cared to admit it, he’d been acting strange. Calling her beautiful, admitting to staring her down the entire evening? Very un-bo-like things. But she didn’t mind, they were a confidence booster for her, and she could always use a healthy dose of confidence, given how much she was lacking. What WAS Bo-like, however, was the way his hands found her ass, giving it a firm squeeze. A cheeky smile found it’s way back to her lips as she raised a brow, looking up at him. “Oh, trust me, you’re already a real pain in my ass.” Her hips pressed into his tightly, making their dance even more difficult given her wobbly legs, but it got her point across. He could be amused with himself, going about teasing her the way he was, but she could tease back, especially given the liquid courage she had in her veins.

However, she pulled away from him, disinterested in the next part of their conversation. It was far too serious for the evening. She knew he was right, but it wasn’t that simple. Maybe for a guy like Bo. He was easy, and not just in the sexual sense. He was confident, absolutely too much so. He knew who he was, and he was utterly unapologetic about it. But she wasn’t, and that wasn’t how she’d been raised. Even as a child it’d been instilled in her to be a good girl. Her parents had cast her out after finding out what kind of lifestyle she lived, to be so unapologetic about her behavior? It wouldn’t be easy. But it certainly helped her forget her worries, the way his fingers slid over her thigh, and under the red silk of her dress. His breath was hot on her ear, and her breath was catching in her throat, surprised by his ‘bravery’, though she shouldn’t have been. A shiver found it’s way down her spine, far too interested in what he had planned. She certainly had a part of her that wished he’d keep going, slide his fingers all the way up her dress, but she’d only just made a point of saying she didn’t want people to think she was a whore– which is why she was grateful when he pulled them away from her, his hands finding their way back on her hips. Letting out a hefty sigh, she tried to ignore the blush creeping onto her cheeks “B-Bo, I just s-said….” Fuck, she couldn’t even form an elaborate sentence. That surely did well to disguise her interest.

It was more difficult to focus on the dance now, knowing for sure where their evening was headed. In fact, it made it difficult to even stay in the venue at all. “F-fine. No eye contact.” Looking around the room before she spoke once more, she gave lowered her voice, “How soon–Are we almost done with this dance?”  Why was she letting herself look so desperate? Fuck. Letting out a shaky laugh, she tried to ignore his insult, “Alright, fine, I don’t have my life together and you’re a terrible human being. Happy now?”

“ I try hard to make sure people don’t forget about it, so I don’t know how you could forget.” He grinned. Most people probably wouldn’t  find pride in being an asshole, or people thinking of them as such. It worked for Bokyung though, he was an ass, but a fun one. He wasn’t the guy you went to for the serious things, or at least to seriously deal with them and he preferred it that way.  He didn’t like being the most serious, and he certainly didn’t want to deal with others problems when he’d hardly given much mature thought into his. He felt her shift closer to him, his eyes glancing at her curiously. Of course he had known she was interested, a bit flirty, but she was actually throwing back his own advances. Maybe in a slightly more effective way, at least had more effect on him. “ Later I can be a real pain in the ass, but that’ll probably be a few positions in.” Bokyung retorted. His mind then drifting more into the thoughts that his reply lead him too, with her pressed so closely against him it wouldn’t take too long for things to escalate and end up with them leaving. 

He let out a  breathe as she pulled away from him, not exactly what he wanted, but it’d had gotten her point across. She wasn’t liking the more serious road the conversation could go in, and honestly neither would he.  He didn’t want to get into the deeper part of where his advice went, his goal was more to say it and then show her the fun, an example of his advice in a way. That part she’d seemed to like much more, from the shiver she gave when his fingers moved across her skin to the blush on her cheeks when he moved them away.  A smirk now a prominent feature on his face, he probably could have gotten away with going up farther and he knew it.  She could have had her protest, but the fact of the matter was he probably could have fingered her in the middle of the dance floor and she’d be happy with it.  “ And I was showing you the fun in being a whore, and you liked it.” He replied the smugness in his tone far too noticeable.

He couldn’t help but laugh at Chanmi’s reaction, she’d became very eager for his plans of the night faster than he expected. It wasn’t a bad thing, she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. Yet he still found himself debating teasing her more, or take advantage of her utter desperation and just leave now.  “ We are almost done, but I still have to get you that drink.” He finally said opting for just a little more teasing.  Bokyung leaned back down, placing his lips to her ear once more, allowing his hand to drop back down to her thigh only this time inching just a bit closer than before. “ Or are you ready to leave now?” He asked, before once again pulling away though his hand remained on her thigh this time. “ Yes, very happy.”

   She was surprised at how easily he’d accepted her answer, no shock, no cheeky remarks. But then again, she could assume he’d always expected to win her over in the end. He was a persistent man, and she’d had his dick in her mouth more times than normal for any friendship– especially given they hadn’t done anything else. Of course, it was probably better he hadn’t said anything smart, she wasn’t entirely sold on the idea yet, he did have a way of exhausting her. The last thing he wanted to do was say something to change her mind. Which was very likely to happen. She exhaled from her nose, closer to a laugh than a breath as she raised her own brow in his direction, “A drink and a dance? Without any complaints? You’re being awfully compliant– I have to say, it’s a little weird. I’m used to you being a pain in my ass.”

   His advice caused a moment of discomfort for her. She was used to caring what people thought of her, and everyone certainly thought something. Her appearance, both physical, and in temperament were important to control. She couldn’t pick up clients if she wasn’t exactly perfect, and she was used to playing that park. Taekbin had only wanted her a certain way, and though Jihoon had been less inclined to play her off as his pretty trophy, she still hadn’t felt comfortable as herself around him. He’d been better than her, smarter than her, and she’d still felt like she needed to be wary of what he thought. With Bokyung it was different, of course. He was shameless, and he didn’t care who she was, or what she’d done, because he had other priorities– which meant she could be herself. It was what made their friendship so comfortable. She sighed softly, pushing any bothersome thoughts to the side as she forced a smile back onto her face, “You’re probably right. What should I care if everyone knows i’m a whore– they all think it already.”

   The confession had her pausing, looking up at him with bright eyes. It was too soft a thing for him to say, and his crude follow up reassured her that all was normal. (( If not for that, she wouldn’t have known what to say. )) “Well, i’m sure they’ll be bouncing later and you can stare then. For now how about you try eye contact? Makes this dance less awkward, given the height difference and all.” Slowdancing had never been easy for her, especially given her partners were always so much taller than her. Bokyung had at least a good half a foot on her, probably more, and heels only did so much. (( She certainly had a habit of surrounding herself with tall men. )) Her chest rested against his own as she clung to him for support, the slight dance proving to be a task for her ankles. “Oh, fuck you Bo. I’ve got my life together, really I do. Who doesn’t want to be me? Messy? Hardly. I’m the most put together one here.”

His eyes rolled playfully at the comment. Bokyung had to admit that Chanmi had been more vocal on his behavior recently, saying he was being weird, and maybe he had been weird. He had been perfectly himself when they first talked and she cast him aside hoping to never see him. The next time he had been careful about his words, she called it weird, and now there she was again calling it weird- though this time much more light hearted than the first time. “ I’m an asshole, and it’s a spectrum.” He responded half jokingly. “And I’m getting what I want from this dance, but if you want I can be a real pain in the ass.” Bokyung’s hand lowering as his sentence went on, only stopping when it found it’s destination, her ass. He gave it a light squeeze, looking at her with a smug expression waiting for her reaction.  Bokyung would be lying if he didn’t say he was amused with himself for his actions, though he didn’t know which way she’d go on it.

The sigh she gave wasn’t too promising that she would taking his advice, but the words that followed were better. He knew she was used to caring about what people thought of her, in his opinion a little too concerned with it, and that it could really be a drag constantly thinking about what someone else thought. The few times he truly cared what someone thought of him, it felt more restrictive, and he didn’t like having to filter himself. He didn’t think anyone should put the burden of that on themselves. “ I know I’m right and you were a whore.” He pointed out referring to her past job as an escort. “ But people thinking you’re a whore isn’t so bad, you can have all the sex you want.” Bokyung paused, a grin spreading across his face as idea popped into his head. He began moving the hand that had remained on her waist, letting his fingers graze over the skin exposed from the high slit in her dress before pausing under the fabric that covered her inner thigh. He leaned down, his mouth right beside her ear. “ And anywhere you want.” He said, his tone lower much lower than before. 

With his suggestion made, he found his way back to his pervious position in time to see her  looking up at him. Her bright eyes almost made her look innocent, and he had hoped she wasn’t going to comment on what his words could have sounded like. He didn’t need for them to sound sweet, he wasn’t trying to be, he was just trying to get across that she looked hot and of course he was looking. “ I can’t make any promises.” Bokyung replied a cheeky grin on his face making an effort to obviously look back towards her chest.  He brought his eyes back to her own after he’d stare long enough to make the joke, he didn’t need to do too much, he didn’t want to piss her off enough at him that she’d change her decision to sleep with him from earlier. “ You’ll be doing that soon, actually.” He commented, noting how she clung to him and moved his hand from her ass back ( but not before giving another squeeze.) to her waist to give more support. “ If you’ve got your life together than I’m a good person.  Does the most put together person live in an apartment they don’t own with two roommates?” He asked jokingly.

minki didn’t know bokyung that well, only really that he was a member of song ah’s gang and he wasn’t really that bad to be around, but he didn’t expect him to be the one coming over to him now over someone else. and his words to him only made minki frown more instead. “m.. not pathetic.” maybe he was, maybe he wasn’t, minki didn’t know and he didn’t really care actually. “what.. kind of drink?” he knew that there was a lot of alcohol around, but even now, minki had never had any of he didn’t know if he wanted to honestly.

Bokyung could see the frown grow on Minki’s face, the opposite of what he really wanted but it was early in the conversation and it could turn around. If it didn’t, he’d likely just leave and push the boy from his mind. He couldn’t waste too much time trying to liven Minki if he’d rather not. “ Never said you were, just said you looked pathetic. Which you do, your frowning at a wedding.” he said with a shrug, having no qualms with being honest. Bokyung thought it’d be obvious what kind of drink, he wasn’t really the type to offer a milkshake or juice. “ A drink that’ll make you feel better.” He paused, for dramatics sake most likely. “ alcohol, I’m going to get you some alcohol.” he clarified. 

One thing he liked about Bokyung was the fact that he was easy to get along with, and didn’t seem to be the judgemental type. Minseok didn’t really make the best decisions, so someone who wouldn’t berate him for breathing the wrong way was a trait he found admirable in a friend. He didn’t have very high standards and would give everyone a fair shake when it came to the possibility of friendship, but having a few things in common with Bokyung already made it easier to establish the bond between them. The two of them were always ready to have fun. “You know what I like about you, Bokyung? You’re not a downer,” he says, watching the other boy swallow the pill with an amused smile on his face. It was a bad joke, but he’d told much worse. “I am. But it sucks more for the bride and grooms more than it does for me. I don’t really know any of the guests of honor.. except for the girl. She found me gagged and locked up in a trunk,” he admits, casually. He could already feel the pill beginning to kick in, making him much more forthcoming when it came to telling people information they probably didn’t know what to do with. 

Bokyung laughed, despite the fact that the joke probably deserved more of an eye roll than an actual laugh. It was bad, but so were a lot of the jokes Minseok made, honestly some of the ones Bo would make around him were bad as well. Maybe Minseok brought that out of people, bad jokes. It didn’t matter at least most of the times he could recall were decently fun, and that’s what he looked for when he was hanging out with people. If they were amusing to him, if he had fun one way or another. “ That was a shit joke, you know that right?” He asked, an amused smile on his face. He was  right, having your wedding crashed probably wasn’t on the list of things you wanted, but they didn’t look too pressed when he saw the couple.  They seemed to be enjoying themselves, ignoring or trying to ignore the intrusion and have fun with one another. He won’t lie though he did expect for his gang leader to react in a more violent  manner, but she didn’t. Bokyung eyebrow raised at the mention of a gag and trunk, he was debating if it was a sexual thing or was just something that happened because they were involved with gangs. It was really hard to tell with his casual tone, and bokyung’s thought process. “ A gag and a trunk? Is that a kinky thing or...?” He questioned, figuring that he wasn’t going to be able to focus much on the other part of the conversation until he asked.

   There was a brief pause as she considered his offer. She figured it wouldn’t be so bad to show him. Bo was a friend, and he’d been rather good to her since they’d made up. He’d taken her in after Jihoon had dumped her, let her move in without really questioning her about it. He’d agreed to be her date, so she hadn’t needed to go alone, and that was all in addition to the things he’d done for her over the entire course of their friendship. Sleeping with Bokyung was hardly something she could think of as a bad thing– right? Besides, what helped get over an ex better than sex. Biting her lip, she tried to wipe out any thoughts that this might be a bad idea. (( It was just sex, and she’d had plenty, no strings attached. This was hardly different. )) With a smile, she gave him a nod, “Alright. When we get home, I’ll fuck your brains out. But I definitely need another drink before I start to consider it. So keep that in mind.” 

   Her eyes shifted around the room,  hoping no one had heard what she’d said. She figured at this point people knew who she was, the way she bounced from guy to guy. But she was owed a pass at this point, she’d been royally fucked by pretty much everyone around her– feeling good for one night was only fair. She glanced up at him when she decided no one had been listening, raising a brow at him, “So you were watching me then, too? Specifically my tits? I didn’t know you were so interested.” She held her body tight against his, one hand on his shoulder, her other arm draped around his neck (( Or at least attempting to, he was much taller than her. )) With a sigh, she shook out her hair, letting herself sway with him to the music, “I’ve always been a mess, you’re just choosing to acknowledge it now. Not that you have much room to speak, anyway. God knows you’re messier than I am by a long shot.”

Her silence left him feeling hopeful, she had to be considering his offer, normally she’d leave him with a rather quick no, or comment normally coming around to her declining his offer. He was used to it, didn’t mind it and even enjoyed it a little bit- probably why he was so eager to make the offer again and again. He suppose the change of heart came from her officially breaking up with Jihoon, the one person who had recently stopped the already minor sexual contact that they had. Maybe the fact that everyone wanted to get laid at a wedding mixing with the alcohol already in her system. He bit his lip,lifting his brow slightly amused at her wording, sure she had also mentioned she needed another drink, but she intended to fuck his brains out. He highly doubted she’d be the one to fuck anyone’s brains out, she was unbalanced enough already, and he truly believed he’d be the one to do it. “ Alright,  after this dance I’ll get you another drink.”

He noticed her looking around the room, probably trying to see if anyone heard their conversation. She had been insisting most of the night to be decent, whether if it was with her dress, or commenting on his open sexual conversations. “ You know, you’ll have more fun if you aren’t worried about what people are thinking.” It was truthful advice, Bokyung lived not really caring what others had thought about him and he always had his fun. No one could stop him otherwise, it was freeing not to care.  “ My eyes have been on you all night, couldn’t take them off you.” He answered not really thinking about his reply, only catching how it sounded once it was said.   “ Your tits bounced it was hard not to look, besides you know I’m very interested especially when someone looks as sexy as the dress makes you look.” He added quickly, moving his hands lower on her body as they moved. The dancing was slightly awkward with the height difference between the two, but her heels had helped and they weren’t moving too wildly, luckily. He didn’t really think she’d be able to dance so high energy or else she really would fall.  “ Oh, I’ve always known. It’s what I liked about you.” He laughed again at her words, Bokyung was a bit of a mess, it was partly because his reckless nature, but Chanmi was much messier than him. “ You and I both know that even if I’m a mess I’m nothing compared to you.”

   She bit down on her lower lip to disguise the flirtatious smile she had. She always got like this after a few drinks, and she should’ve known better, but it was just so hard to avoid– especially after the months in jail without liquor. “I’d say yes– but it looks like we’re not alone here. You’re out of luck, Bo. Maybe next time?” She made her way to the dance floor slowly, having been on her feet for too long already, the heels making it incredibly difficult to stay steady. She was thankful Bo was a much bigger person than she was, sturdier, and absolutely able to support her tipsy self. Her eyes stayed on his face, noting that his gaze shifted to her breasts, though she’d assumed as much would happen. “Well don’t stare too hard– It might make it obvious.” After the two reached the dance floor, she released his arm, looking up at him with a sense of dependance, “You’re really going to have to hold onto me, okay? I’m not sure I can stay upright on my own and the last thing I need is everyone watching me fall– they all think I’m a mess already.”

He could see the smile she was trying to hide and shook his head at her attempt to contain it. Bokyung had seen it before, a few times, mostly when she had a few drinks sometimes during other things. " I guess we aren’t.” He agreed looking around the room, though he didn’t really need to. They were at a wedding of course the room was full of people, and there probably wasn’t many places to actually be alone without sneaking around. “ But I know a place where the two of us can be alone later,  what do you say to showing it to me then?” He said referring to his apartment, they did actually share it with Jeongdae but he knew how dae had hopes of getting laid tonight as well and probably meant he wouldn’t be there. He shrugged at her comment, giving her breast one final glance before he officially decided to stop looking at them. ( for now at least.) “ I had no intention of making it anything else. I don’t care if someone sees me. You have nice tits, and you aren’t wearing a bra. Others are probably looking too, especially when you were stumbling earlier.” He said smugly, before focusing on walking to the dance floor. He knew he’d have to hold on to her, though as horrible as it sounded if she fell it’d probably be just as rewarding of a view. Wrapping his newly freed arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him “ You are a mess Chanmi.” He chuckled, as he began to move the two of them to the music.

He was happy to see Bokyung, until he remembered who it was Bokyung had come here with. Fuck. He was a terrible person, and he felt a little confused as to why Bokyung was talking to him right now. Maybe he didn’t know what Minseok did to Chanmi. Or it wasn’t a big deal to him. He felt transparent, and suddenly he was glad he brought drugs to take the edge off. “Should I tell you what it is, or do you want to be surprised? You can find out when it kicks in,” he says with a wink. His methods for handling stressful situations were dysfunctional, but they worked. For the time being. He felt too much, to the point where sometimes he needed to sedate himself to feel normal again. He didn’t plan on spiraling out of control or ruining anyone’s night. “Oh, you might not want to take this then.. It’s not an upper.“ He kept his hand outstretched just in case, a curious expression on his face. “I’ve had too much excitement lately.. and I was hoping I would experience the bare minimum amount of excitement tonight.”

Bokyung could see a slight change in Minseok from the moment he first knew it was him to now, but he shrugged it off. Wasn’t really worth spending time analyzing. He debated the question in his head for a few moments, the dealer in him said to ask so he could avoid mixing the wrong things, but then the reckless side of him just said to take it. “ I’ll take the surprise.” He answered, his reckless side winning. It wasn’t like he had much to worry about though, he probably wouldn’t be mixing too much with it. It wasn’t a wild party, it was a wedding. Bokyung shook his head at the male, he didn’t need a drug to be an upper for it to bring him something. “ Upper or not, each drug has there own way of making things interesting.” He said, reaching out and taking the pill from Minseok and tossing it into his mouth. Being a dealer he had his experiences with drugs, hell he had them before as well watching others take drugs in his childhood, and he learned that the all could bring something to a party, event, or just a regular night. “ If you wanted to avoid excitement, you’re probably having a rough time here then.” he said referring to the snakes crashing, it really had brought up the excitement for a few moments.

   She raised a brow at his smirk, curious what was going on in his head, though she could figure out well enough what it was. Leaning in closely, her grin only grew, “I’m sure you’d really, really like that, but unfortunately, i’m a lady,” she whispered, pulling back, “and a lady doesn’t just give everyone a free show.”Using his hand for help, she slid out of her seat, holding her dress tight to her body. She held tight to his arm until she found her balance, ankles wobbling on her thin heels, before she wrapped her arm around his own. “Waist up, Bokyung, you decide, now, how do you plan on distracting me tonight?”

He remained still as she leaned in closer to him, raising a brow at her words when she had pulled back from him. “ Well..” Bokyung started to trail off, leaning closer to her and bringing them back to the distance they were moments before. “ If a lady doesn’t give everyone a show for free, how about a show for one? I promise not share what I see.” He finished, taking a pause to look at her before pulling back. He let her grab onto him as she found her balance, she had already had a few drinks and that mixed with the heels she wore would probably lead to stumbling if he didn’t allow her to.  “ Waist up-” His gaze lowering to her chest as he spoke.  “ I can do that.” He grinned bring his eyes back up to her face. “ I have a few ideas, but right now i’m going to dance with you.” Bokyung said, leading Chanmi towards the dance floor where a few others had been dancing already. He figured it was the easiest way to entertain her while also keeping her close to him- and dancing was fun.

   She turned to look at her date, raising a brow, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. Whether or not his comment about the room temperature was meant to sound suggestive, it did, and she had a feeling he’d intended it to. Patting his thigh softly, she gave him cheeky grin, “I bet you do think it’s hot– however, I feel like there might be a bit of a breeze. I’m having trouble keeping myself– decent.” Brushing her hair off of her shoulders, she held her hand out for him to take, assuming he was going to help her out of her seat, “Only if you promise to keep your eyes where they belong, okay?”

He smirked towards Chanmi as he glanced at the hand that was on his thigh, with the cheeky grin on her face he knew that she was doing everything on purpose. He didn’t mind though, even if she was just trying to mess with him he was pretty sure he could lead the night to where he wanted it to go eventually. “ Maybe you should stop trying then, just let the breeze do what it wants. I prefer you non decent anyways.” He replied,  getting up and taking her hand in his knowing she was expecting him to help her get up. “ Where I think my eyes belong? Or where you think my eyes belong?” Bokyung questioned, pulling her up from the seat. “ Because those are two different places.” He added, his tone lowering as he looked down at her.

In the beginning, Minseok had actually looked forward to attending this wedding. But then he’d messed things up with Hwajung, and there was now a long list of people he didn’t particularly care to see right now, but he didn’t want to send the wrong message by not attending. Now he was not only uncomfortable because all the people he didn’t want to see (and didn’t want to see him) were here, but the Snakes had shown up to ruin things. With his hair artfully disheveled and his shirt unbuttoned a few buttons, he looked a lot more comfortable than he really was. It’d suck if he stayed in this mood for the rest of the night, as he really planned on making a fool of himself on the dance floor at some point. “Would you care for a party favor?” He asked, more as a courtesy than anything else as he unzipped the leather bag he’d brought with him, pulling out a single white pill to pop into his mouth. Minseok didn’t have business on his mind tonight, but maybe it should be. He did sell a lot of product at parties. “I can’t really handle events like this completely sober. Too nerve-wracking,” he says without even looking up. He‘d always been good at sensing another’s presence before they even had the opportunity to say anything. He just hoped he was speaking to a friendly face.

A party that he went to usually had drugs in some form or another, and so did any of his hang outs with Minseok. They weren’t really friends, just buddies who got together and did drugs. They were both friendly enough people, so he didn’t mind that being the relationship the two shared. He had to admit he wasn’t expecting the offer to come up when he’d approached the other, but maybe he really should have considering who he was talking with. “ Absolutely.” Bokyung responded, sticking his hand out slightly so Minseok could give whatever he was offering. He didn’t know if the male had really wanted to give away his drugs, but he offered and who was Bokyung to say no. After all he hadn’t really brought too much of a supply to the party, his date being drug free and all, but it wouldn’t stop him from taking any while attending the wedding. “ I don’t mind coming to them sober, but they’re never as fun when you aren’t a little high or drunk.” It was true, Bokyung was perfectly capable of going to a party or event without the help of drugs and alcohol but he always found it was much more fun with them. “ Things are more exciting with them.”

weddings weren’t a thing that he really knew much about, only what bambi had told him already, and what he’d read online. he was a quick learner, so it didn’t take much for him to memorise everything he could read up on. but it didn’t prepare him from the actual event, and being an actual active part was just as nerve wracking as he thought it would be; but at least his hands were healed. now though, with the snakes appearing and taking bambi away from him, he’d been forced to pretend like he didn’t know– and now he was just sitting alone at one of the tables looking a little put out. he’d been having fun dancing and learning how to properly dance and now.. well now he’d lost his date, and he didn’t want to intrude on anyone else honestly.

When he spotted Minki, it was just another long face at the wedding- he was starting to believe people were forgetting a wedding was a celebration. And though Bokyung never was the one for commitment, he did like to enjoy the parties that came along with the event. He wasn’t really a friend to Minki, honestly he couldn’t even remember if they had talked more than twice, but his mood was down and no one should be upset at a party. ( or if they were the least they could be was drunk and amusing.) He stood beside where Minki was  “ Listen, I’m not really the generous type, but you just are pathetic looking.” He paused, “ and it’s a party, so I’m going to get you a drink.”

   She’d had a bit to drink already, enough that she was stumbling around a bit. It was her typical saturday night, though, so nothing was too different. Of course, being tipsy made it much more difficult to keep herself decent. Her dress was scandalous, like almost everything in her closet, and she’d been spending the last twenty minutes trying to keep her dress closed (( and her legs closed too )). She shouldn’t have trusted Bo’s opinion on going without panties– of course he was going to say go without, it didn’t matter if it looked better or not. Clearing her throat, she spoke up, not to anyone in specific, just in general “Wow, is it breezy in here or what?”

He had watched as his date attempted to keep herself covered, which looked to be a harder task as she had her legs practically pressed together as hoping to hide anything. Which really was a shame in his opinion, she was wearing a daring dress and she had the body to be more confident in it. Who cares if some people got flashed, they’d probably enjoy it- he knew he would have. “I wouldn’t describe it as breezy, maybe comfortable borderline hot.” He responded, with a shrug of his shoulder.  “ You know it’s probably because you aren’t doing anything, why don’t we do something to distract you.”

   The girl was tense, to say the least. Jaesung had gone missing, and the snakes had decided to fuck up her evening. Her cover had been blown, before, everyone thinking she was just out of the gang life, but now they all knew who she was. A traitor, the second in command to the snakes. She’d been having such a nice evening, too, dancing with Minki, almost at ease despite being surrounded by people she betrayed. But now? 

   Sitting at her table, she let out a sigh, taking a deep swig of her vodka, eyeing up her gang members. She had to make sure they didn’t ruin this evening for anyone else– more than they already had.

Bokyung didn’t really question much when he saw Bambi back around the gang areas, probably because he didn’t really care that she was hanging around. He wasn’t ever really close to the girl, though she did always take investment in his sexual health- something he had always used to tease her.  She looked down, and it was really ruining the enjoyable vibe he was giving off. Sure she had every right to be upset, she’d just been exposed as a gang member of an enemy gang, but Bo didn’t really care. Hell, he had a member of an enemy gang sleeping in his apartment.

“ Bambi, the long face is really bringing down my mood.” Bokyung said walking up to her table, swinging his legs over the chair to her left, taking a seat as he finished his sentence. 

   It was taking her a little bit longer than usual to get ready, but she couldn’t stop staring at herself in the small mirror atop the dresser. For the fifth time she turned around, staring at the back of her dress, checking for a panty line. It was faint, of course, but visible enough– though she wasn’t sure if it was noticeable because she knew it was there. She’d already had to ditch the bra, despite the fact that it was a strapless stick on– it was too visible in the front. His call from the living room urged her to hurry though, knowing Bokyung wasn’t the most patient person. “Calm down, I’ll be out in a second.” Quickly she mussed up her hair, sliding into her heels and strapping them tight before opening the door. She was hesitant as she walked into the living room, eager for approval as she walked up to the two men. Jeongdae was practically passed out at this point, nonresponsive for the last few hours. Licking her lips, she gave him an expectant look, “So? What do you think?” She paused for a moment, hoping he could give her a better answer, “You can see my pant line, right? So, panties?–” Quickly she hooked her fingers between the lace waistband and sliding them down over her thighs and off her ankles before tossing them to the side of the couch, “Or no panties?”

He sighed, a smile forming at her request for him to calm down, he wasn’t not calm, he was just getting bored and was wondering if he had the time to do something- also messing with her a little bit. Bokyung turned his head as soon as he heard her foot steps eager to see what the dress actually looked like, on her and in general.  His smile turned into more of a smirk as he looked her up in down.it was red a color that was well suited for a dress clearly made to be sexy.  He didn’t expect anything less from chanmi, and boy was he glad that she didn’t disappoint him.  As he was about to give his opinion, probably more making comments about how sexy the dress was, how he admired such a high slit and more leading to more sexual ones as he went, he was interrupted with her question. Not that he minded, as it lead to her underwear being thrown to the couch. His eyes followed the fabric, watching as it landed, before turning his attention back to the now pantiless in front of him. “ You know, if you wanted to get your panties off for me there was other ways.” Bokyung said, leaning back onto the couch, staring at chanmi and biting his lip in the process. “ Well, the no panties is sexier, and with that dress I don’t think people are expecting you to be modest.”