What the fuck am I doing here?

Minjun glowers over the rim of his cup as he drinks his beer, sharp glare pointed at his group of boisterous friends. Somehow, they'd managed to drag him out to the club, picking up on Minjun's darker mood despite how he'd tried to conceal it. Maybe Minjun was desperate to escape his own mind, because otherwise he would've rather died than be caught dead in a club like this-- where everyone has come with the clear intention to hook up.

Minjun's already had to tell off a few girls from getting too damn handsy, feeling so on edge he had snarled at the poor girls. "Fuck," Minjun grumbles, running his hand through his hair. Since breaking up with his ex , who he dated for five years, his mind is a mess, and his heart even more so. It was the right thing to do, he knows it deep down. She is manipulative behind that beautiful smile of hers, but man... Did he break her heart when he did it, or did he only break his own?

He couldn't even stay away. He's trying to-- not answering her calls, not replying to texts. But his ex is relentless. Maybe she knows he would come back no matter how hard he tried to stay away. He resents it. ...though deep down, he just wants her to put her own pride aside for once and admit that she loves him as deeply as he loves her...

His phone buzzes, jolting Minjun out of his thoughts. He digs for his phone, jaw tense as he reads the text from his ex. She wants him to come over, claiming she's sick.

Before MInjun could ponder whether to go or not, someone bumps into him. "Watch where you're going," he snaps down at the girl. When she turns around, Minjun's mind goes she's pretty, and it jars him.

But wait. Maybe he could use this as a distraction? God knows he'd be running back to his ex if he didn't...

"Tch," he grunts, shoving his phone in his pocket, "sorry. You good?"