late nights — Jiho & Michael
It was the weekend and Jiho would rather spend it outside of his dorm and his own hotel. It wasn't the hottest week for Jiho but when was it ever? He wasn't in the slightest mood to drive so he called his driver around to drop him off at the farthest club from his hotel. Not too far but far enough for his father to not get any calls from his friendly neighbors. He sat at the farthest booth at the corner but it had a good view of everyone coming in and out. Some giving him looks others not even acknowledging his existence. He'd rather not have the attention anyway. Moments passed and Jiho was halfway finished his liquor. Luckily his alcohol tolerance was high but he could feel something at the pit of his stomach that's telling otherwise. He wasn;t sure how long he sat there, minutes, hours? His head turned to do a double take at the tall familiar physique at the entrance. No way.
