Notes

A club, to meet the love of your life? I don't think so. You can't really be blamed, though. What's wrong with a little bit of fun? " Ayyyyy, 1 shot. 2 shot. 3 shot. 4 shot. Wait, what comes after 4?" You didn't know who the hell your intoxicated self was talking to, but it had to be somebody. The man sitting to your right? Or the one sitting to your left? Why not both?
"5. It's 5." The one to your right spoke up, a slight tinge of mockery in his tone.
"Who the fuck are you?" See, when you were sober you had manners. But, this was not the case for when you've taken 5 shots and don't know how to count.
"Yoongi. Min Yoongi. But you can call me daddy." He had silver hair, giving his face a princely charm. His voice, however, was dripping with mischief. He had a deep, husky voice, slightly making your panties wetten with every letter he said.
"Jeongguk. Jeon Jeongguk. But you can call me daddy too." Another voice came from your left, slightly higher but not any less hot. Your mind was racing with dirty thoughts, you didnt know what to do - what to say, even. But you didn't have to worry about that. A hand was placed on your shoulder, gripping you with a possessive touch. 'Yoongi' guided you out of the club, Jeongguk following behind you. Wearing heels wasn't a good idea when you know you're going to get wasted and lose any sense of direction.
"You alright?" Jeongguk spoke up from behind you, no evident worry in his voice whatsoever.