#s;sungbin

floararps  ( beenzino + krystal )

music was pumped through the air still, the deep beat thudded in sungbin’s chest as he finished off the last of his drink; head tilted back and his friends constant chatter filling the static underneath. they were talking about some girl or another, he didn’t truly decipher what through the constant noise drummed against his ears -- but he nodded anyway when they looked towards him with their questioning gazes. an opinion he made with his knees pressed into his knees, the cup discarded on the surface in front of him, and the buzz of intoxication through his system. 

“beenzino, what about her?” one of his friends voice was hot against his ear, sungbin’s brow crinkled for seconds as he messily scratched the back of his head and let his gaze drift around to where his friends were looking. he glanced over the girl and shook his head. uninterested. before his friend could suggest another girl, sungbin was pushing himself up from the spot they’d taken in the back by a table. “i’m getting another round,” the male explained, motioning to the empty glasses and pointing to the bar in signals to his friends. their smiles and nods in agreements clearly meaning that they were eager for their next round.

steps were made around people, slipping between bodies, and glancing back whenever he felt like he lost balance or was caught -- but he eventually weaved his way back to the bar. elbows pressed into the edge as he leaned forward, pressed onto his toes and looked down for the bartender who was at the other end serving someone else. a breath was exhaled as he rocked back, gaze drifted back of his shoulder, only to dart back when he saw -- her. she was beautiful; on a glance. but more than that, she was different and that was intriguing. his hand patted the bar as he pushed away, slipping behind others until his hand clasped on the edge by her.