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JIN: Can you imagine how rested they are? 18 HOURS!

"Yeah I guess I should be." A sheepish little grin. The blat of the truck's horn seemed to be echoing still in his head, scolding him for not paying attention. "Thanks for that...guess I got a little too caught up in my thoughts."

      it was always the first thing he did when he traveled anywhere. he had barely landed in the city for more than a couple of hours before he was in the party scene. drinking and mingling with a bunch of people always sounded a lot more fun then staying in a stuffy hotel room, sleeping. he doesn’t bother dressing up too much, not that bothered on making a lasting impression. he does have a little wait before getting into the club, but not too many people are at a club during the week in the first place. he’s immediately met with a sea of bodies dancing to the reverberating music. he shuffles his way to the bar, ordering a strong drink right off the bat. he thanks the bartender, taking a large sip as his eyes rake over the scene. he’s not going to go out and join the crowd just yet, but he does look for any potential people to chat up. his eyes land on someone across the bar, a small smirk forming on his face. he continues to sip at his drink, not bothering to be discreet about his obvious interest in the other. when the amber liquid was finally gone, he slinks through the crowd towards them. he stands close, close enough to be heard, but not close enough where it’s weird. “hey.” he starts. “have you ever thought about going into modelling?”