oh, that girl over there looks like your type. brooding, mysterious, sipping a drink while leaning against the counter like a total badass. lip, nose, and ear piercings? smash. short hair? smash. a messy suit that has the top few buttons undone, and a tie loosely wrapped around the collar of the wrinkled white shirt she’s wearing? smash.

…

cute, se-mi thinks, turning her head to look at you. she adjusts her already messed up suit, eyes glancing up and down your figure and outfit. you look trustworthy enough.

se-mi sighs, and takes a sip of her drink. but you look like you’re with your friends, she thinks bitterly. oh well, she’s sure she’ll find another sweetheart to take home with her; even though that isn’t se-mi’s main reason for drinking at a noisy club. in all honesty? she was just here for business, finishing up a few things with the sketchy men in black suits that didn’t look trustworthy, but se-mi knew they would be loyal to her, and that was enough.

a few minutes later, she’s finishing up a monetary exchange with a man and she goes to get another drink, finally allowing herself to relax for the night.

se-mi totally doesn’t stand against the counter beside you on purpose. of course not. it was just… the only empty space.

ha, who was she kidding? she totally wanted to get a better look at you.

her eyes scan up and down your body for the billionth time that night, before meeting your gaze.

“..hey,” she mutters, leaning down a little to say it into your ear under the loud music and crowds of people dancing.