#k-rapper

“Come one Y/N,” your friend begged you. “I want to be closer to the action.” They all liked to drink and dance with no caution whatsoever because they had you to rely on. They knew you never got drunk, you were always strict and proper but you also knew how to have fun. 

“Yeah come on Y/N.” Another one of your friends held your free hand in an attempt to pull you in but you resisted staying at the edge of the dancefloor. It was close to the bar, close to the exit, and to the table you had told your friends to regroup at if they ever got lost. You were definitely the mom of the group at this point despite being the only one that didn’t have a kid or a man.

The whole situation had made you sip unconsciously until the sweet-sour liquid stopped running through your straw. “You four go ahead, I’m going for another drink and coming back to this spot.” You took a few more sips causing a bit of a slurping sound when all you got was air and a few drops of water from the ice that was melting in your glass.

With little reservation, your friends disappeared into the sea of people. You went to the bar like you had said. It was full of people trying to get their drinks. There was no order, no line to wait in. It was all about getting through to the front and getting the bartender’s attention first. This was the only time you willingly got close to these strangers. 

As you waited for an opening to wiggle through, you felt the need to look around. It was strange, that feeling of being watched. You were in a building full of people. There could be several people unintentionally looking your way yet you felt it. That feeling like you were being watched. 

That feeling left when your attention was on the gap between two people at the bar. You quickly sucked in your stomach and passed by a few people to beat them and order your drink.

When you got your drink you retreated to the meeting spot. The small table had a few high chairs you struggled to sit on. You were almost sure that if anyone was watching you they saw when your dress rode up to the point where they could see your upper thigh. Immediately upon settling in your seat, you pulled down on the hem of your dress to cover up. 

Moments later one of your friends came to you looking exhausted. “Oh my god Y/N, I just saw the hottest man ever! I think he’s famous or something. Girls kept saying his name but I didn’t know who he was. Why can’t I be single?”

“Because you chose to get married and have two kids.” She met your response with a sigh. After another jab at her married life, you got the picture that she was going through some quarter-life crisis. “You’re really making me thankful for my single life.”

“We should get you a man-”

“You want to bring me down with the ship too?”

She laughed, “I complain but it’s not all bad.” It was unclear to her why you were single. In her unbiased opinion, you were quite the catch. Your sense of humor was a bit dark but it went with your edginess. There was also the sweet, kind side of you that took care of everyone around you- the mom side. In her biased opinion, you were her friend so you were the bomb.com. “Want to go see the guy I was talking about?”

“No thanks-” you picked up your drink to finish off its contents. “I would much rather go home now.”

“Look you can see him from here!” She pointed straight at him.

The direction she was pointing too was the private reserved booths. “You said he was famous?”

“I think so, the girls kept gushing over him like he was some kind of celebrity. There were a few guys too.”

That would explain why he was surrounded by women who were feeling him up. He was just chilling, drink in one hand- cigarette in the other. The women were doing all the work to get his attention. They sat beside him, in front of him, behind, and he even grabbed one and sat her on him. Someone who could casually be with so man women at once wasn’t what you were looking for. “I’ll admit he’s easy on the eyes but I can’t be with someone like that.”

“What do you mean?” She looked back and forth between you two as if imagining you side by side. “He’s perfect for you!” Her comment was a bit loud even if the music was louder. It didn’t help that she kept pointing in his general direction.

“Didn’t your mother teach you not to point at people?” you reprimanded as you lowered her hand.

“Sorry Mom~” she rolled her eyes.

Your eyes went back to the supposed famous guy but you quickly looked away choking on your drink.

“What the-” your friend gave a few pats on the back. “Are you okay?”

“He’s looking...”

She didn’t try to hide the fact that she was checking on him. “He really is!”

Your eyes widened when she kept talking to you and looking back at him, making it obvious you two were talking about him. “You really need to shut the fuck up and stop staring at strangers!”

“OMG Y/N I know who he is now. That guy next to him is Nafla and the other one is Owen, there’s Loopy too so then that’s Bloo.”

“You have a really strange way of remembering things.” How did she manage to name everyone else before him?

“Sorry, the girls were in the way so I couldn’t really see him.”

“Anyway, he’s not my type,” you shrugged.

“Liar- you just want to go home.”

“Touche.”

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“What are you looking at?” Nafla asked as he finally got Bloo’s attention. He followed his line of sight but didn’t see anything particularly eye-catching in the crowd of people.

For Bloo it was different. This was the third time he spotted the same person. He wasn’t looking for her but somehow he managed to always find her. This last time he stared a little too long which is why Nafla caught him. “Nothing I was just-” his neck stretched out as he tried looking for you once more. 

He was sure he saw you looking his way but he lost sight when the girl fell on his lap.

“Looks like he lost whatever it was,” Owen chuckled. Bloo now looked like a sad puppy who had been abandoned by his owner. “Cheer up, there’s plenty more to see.”

Bloo couldn’t though. It was just like him to have so much in front of him yet want what was farthest from his reach. Without another word, he slumped back feeling like he missed an opportunity.

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Weeks later you found yourself at another club with your friends. This one was louder, bigger, and worse! “I hate all of you!” You shouted at the top of your lungs yet your friends only snickered and laughed like a cackle of hyenas. This was your birthday, they were supposed to do something you liked- which would be anything but this. “I’m the third wheel for...” you pointed to each of your friends and their significant others as you counted, “four f*cking bicycles.”

“We know you love us.”

“And appreciate us.”

One of them pulled her credit card out of her bra to hand to you. “Come on all your drinks are on me.”

You eyed her from the corner of your eyes. The piece of plastic was very enticing, drinks were far more expensive at these popular clubs so you knew better than to turn her down. “Thank you for taking a hit,” you snatched the card wiping it on the sleeve of your dress. “Don’t want your boobie germs.”

“Just remember we have kids who depend on us to feed them,” her husband joked knowing you could drink your weight and more. Especially now that you didn’t have to worry about them.

“You’re kids better like cereal because that’s all they’ll be eating after tonight.” They laughed as they saw you practically skip towards the bar. “Midori sour, to start,” you cockily handed over the card as payment. “Keep the tab open, I’ll be coming back.”

Bloo chuckled when he heard your promise to return. When he looked over the smile that had accompanied the laughter fell. It was hard to describe how he felt about seeing you again. He watched you leave with your drink to the dance floor- never losing sight of you.

You rejoined some of your friends, drink in hand. They were dancing with their partners leaving you off to the side but nearby. You didn’t mind dancing alone even when you knew people were scratching their heads wondering how you fit in with the group.

“Looks like you could use a partner.”

You opened your eyes startled by the sudden presence beside you. It took moment for you to readjust to the bright strobing lights but you immediately found the source of the voice. “Holy sh*t- this is going to sound rude but what are you doing here?” You tried to sound casual about it but in fact, you were panicking at the thought of him remembering you from that one time. Although you were confident in the fact that he saw so many women he would surely forget half of them.

Bloo laughed, “If you know my name shouldn’t you give me yours?”

Your eyes widened at his forwardness. “Ah, you really are good at this.” It was easy to see how he managed to gather a crowd of fawning women when he used such smooth lines.

“Her name is Y/N,” one of your friends’ husband spoke up knowing very well who he was. He was hoping to get a picture with him later in exchange later. 

You scowled at him for ruining your plans of brushing him off. “Fine, I guess I can dance this once with you.”

True to your word you danced till the end of the song keeping a safe distance from him so you wouldn’t give him the wrong idea. Yes, he was attractive but that didn’t mean you would bend to his will so easily just because he was a famous rapper. 

When the dance was over Bloo found himself wanting to stay beside you a little longer. “Let me buy you a drink.”

“No thanks I’m all set,” you flashed the little piece of plastic that was your godsend.

God giveth and God taketh away.

Your friend snatched the card from your hand, “She would love a drink.” Now her children wouldn’t go hungry.

You sent them all a death glare, even the ones who had nothing to do with your nigh turning from a solo mission to a duo.

“Let me just tell you right now... there’s no way anything can happen between us.”

Bloo smirked, “We’ll see about that.” He had thought the same thing the day he saw you at the other club but now here he was leading you to the bar, his hand on your lower back breathing in the fruity-floral scent of your perfume. 

He didn’t believe in fate but it was hard to ignore the fact that his eyes were drawn to you every time. 

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