after the games

Fúcking Nam-gyu.

You should’ve known he was up to something when he practically begged you to accompany him to a club, but as soon as he flashed you those damn puppy eyes of his, you knew it was game over.

Which is what brought you to be in this position.

The dim lights of the club brought little consolation to you, your eyes still being able to see the perfectly straight lines of power across the table.

Upon noticing your distant gazes, the arms wrapped around your waist tightened, pulling you further into his lap.

“Woah..” He says quietly into your hair from behind, his voice only audible to you over the blaring sound of obnoxious rap music cascading through the speakers of the club. “Whats wrong?”

“I don’t know if i’m comfortable..”

“Here? With me?” He speaks, his nose nudging the side of your neck, his voice filled with a hint of neediness.

“No, not with you — with that.” You say, your head hinting forward slightly at the table, alluring to the lines upon lines. “And… your friends…” You reluctantly murmur.

He pulled you back further, your back now completely pressing against his chest. “I know, baby.. just be cool for like, forty minutes, yeah? Maybe an hour — then we can go.”