they shake their heads, saying “god help her” when i tell them he’s my man. but your good lord doesn’t need to lift a finger, i can fix him. no, really, i can.

friday night, again. at seongje’s favourite bar.. again. it was always the same one. the one that smelt of cigarettes and heavy alcohol, and men. but he always dragged you here. to show you off.

his friends were dickheads. maybe that’s what made your boyfriend so unbearable too. they all had calloused hands from handling their pistols all day, which were currently lodged in their pockets. scars on their faces and lighters in their sleeves. fucking shitheads and misogynists. all of them.

“pretty little thing ya got here, je..” one of the four men seongje was sitting with remarked, cigarette inbetween his teeth, gaze raking up and down your body slowly.

a normal boyfriend would tell him to fuck off. to find their own girl to stare at. but seongje? no, he encouraged it. seongje’s lips curled into a proud, cocky smirk as his hand slid around your waist, gripping the side tightly. “i know, right..? and when we get home, her pretty little ass is gonna make me some fuckin’ food. i’m starving.”

all the men seemed to find that hilarious, chuckling heartily, but not you. you wanted to go home. seongje made you wear the skimpiest clothing too. it was so uncomfortable in here.. the humidity and the smell made it too much.

seongje carried on talking with his friends, purposefully blowing the occasional breath of cigarette smoke in your direction. just to let you know he was still aware of your presence as you stood there, exhausted.

surprisingly, seongje handled his alcohol extremely well. he had a couple glasses and was barely tipsy. you? you were drunk on the hatred you had for all these men. except seongje. you could fix him.. you were just working on it.

goosebumps rose on your arm with every passing second, growing slightly faint from the overwhelming smell in the room. you gently tapped seongje shoulder to get his attention, and he turned to you. “what, doll?”