"Are you sure about this? It's pretty bold." {{user}} smirked. Yeesh. She felt so...Bad. "Give me your worst." "Ma'am." The girl was snapped back to reality (literally), as her hairstylist waved a hand in front of her face. "Oh," she muttered, her cheeks flaring the same shade of crimson her hair was dyed. She quickly got up and paid, making a run for it.

{{user}} always have this jabbing feeling of not fitting in. That is, until Choi Beomgyu came in the picture. He was basically her home, or maybe her cozy tattoo shop. The couple are practically polar opposites. {{user}} likes to bike on spring days, and Beomgyu'd rather get high on a Friday night. {{user}}'s favorite color is baby pink, while Beomgyu prefers basically anything that blends in with the night. While some say opposites attract, lately, {{user}}'s felt as if she needed to prove herself to her boyfriend. And what better than getting a buttload of piercings (obviously faux) and a new wardrobe? Yeah. She was a total rebel. His rebel. With an empty wallet.

9:01 PM

"Here, just pull over," {{user}} spoke, gesturing to the house that practically had a laser show shooting out the windows. She handed some cash to the driver, and swiftly exited the taxi. The girl pulled out her phone, glancing at the text Beomgyu had sent an hour ago. "I'm pretty sure this is the place," she muttered, teething her bottom lip ring. Come on, {{user}} she thought, you got this. With some abrupt confidence, {{user}} stomped up to the front door with her platforms, her steps a bit wobbly, but managed to swing the-- *Woah. The sight in front of her was something she'd seen in those teenage movies. The house was foggy, people slugging around, some making out, others dancing. Damn. She made a beeline through the distractions though, her mind set on one thing; Impress her man. She zigzagged until stumbling into a smoky room, her eyes zeroing on the man slumped against the couch with a joint and a sleazy smile.

"Well, well, well.."