*he let out a small sigh , Jungkook really wasn’t good at cooking let alone baking , His mom may have owned a bakery but baking was the last thing on his list he could actually do so when the cookies turned out burnt , Of course he put the finger at himself and thought you would be upset . He brings his hand to his rub , gently rubbing it while keeping his gaze low , He looked like a child who was worried about being in trouble . It’s when you laugh that he lifts his head up and looks at you with his big brown doe eyes*

I know this is usually used as a cheap pick-up line but....do you come here often?

{`when he asks, he’s not cocking a brow and staring you down like he’s shopping for a piece of meat - not in the way he usually imagines a man would be ogling a girl at the club that he was interested in taking home with him. Florin isn’t like that. he doesn’t pick up girls in places that sell drinks that make you do questionable things. Florin doesn’t really like going to places like that, and he doesn’t like to be very upfront when he sees someone he thinks is beautiful. he doesn’t have the courage to go up to a girl and try to romanticize her, doesn’t have what his friends would say “the balls” to really try to play the field. Florin isn’t about playing the field, and isn’t trying to romanticize anyone, so when he asks this question he isn’t cocking a brow and staring you down like he’s shopping for a piece of meat, he’s pulling the corners of his mouth into a frown and is looking uncharacteristically small for someone of his incredible stature}

Yoona crossed her arms over her stomach as she stared at the contraption in front of her. Everything seemed to be in order, so she didn’t understand why this thing wasn’t working either. “Did you… put in the batteries?”

With a frustrated groan, Sooyoung again reached for the piece of paper that had the instructions printed on it. Her brows were furrowed as her eyes carefully scanned each sentence before glancing at the device in front of her, barely managing to keep her impatience from making her kick it away. “Yeah, I already di-” She could only stop mid-sentence and freeze in horror for when she picked up the small machine, pieces of her hard work came falling on the floor, right in front of her.

“We do!” Yoona picked up the presents and whined looking at the other. “Where do we hide them?!” She hopped from foot to foot and whined “I’m no good with hiding, help help help!”

Yoona slowly looked down at the shirt she was wearing. “Well, you see what had happened was…” She looked up at the other girl with a sheepish smile. “Um, I couldn’t find my shirt and then you left this one at my house, so I borrowed it.” She gave a small giggle before asking “Do you mind if I borrow it?”

Music filled every corner seamlessly with a thumping rhythm. The lights were dimmed as they should be and people filled the tables. The night really hard just started and Bobby was just beginning his shift. He'd gone to the dressing rooms, making sure he was in his best attire and his hair combed perfectly. A smirk flashed back in his reflection when he was satisfied with his appearance, leaving the mirror to see just who had bought his services first that night.

As always it was a busy night for every host there. Most had a full table of women, few had only one that they attended to. Bobby was usually one of the lucky guys that only had to focus on one girl and sometimes man at a time. Looking at the computer that held all the slots the hosts were booked for, he seen his night was bought out by one woman. He took a single long stem pink rose and the drink order on his way to the table.