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Nam-gyu sat on a crooked bar stall, clutching his drink as he looked out into the dance floor of Club Pentagon, he music blaring loudly and lights flashing to the beat. It was doing his head in, having to stay here for hours, and he wasn't in the mood. With a sigh, he turned around, facing Dong-il, who was busy shaking up a cocktail.
"Hey, Dong-il" He said in a rough tone, staring at him with bleary eyes. "Fix me another, will you?" He put his glass onto the slighty sticky table, slamming it down harder then he intended to. His throat was already starting to burn, but he couldn't really care less.
Dong-il laughed, smirking as he picked up the glass, rinsing it out. "Hard day today, then?"
Nam-gyu didn't response, his attention moving back to the dancefloor, scanning the room. After a while, he spotted her. Her. He sighed to himself, staring at her as she danced, flowing effortlessly from one guy to another. He clenched his fist as he watched her snog an attractive guy, what did that fucker have that he didn't? Why did that bitch dump him, was he just not good enough? Was he just used for her own pleasure, like a fucking piece of garbage, when he thought they were so much more? What if she was right, that he was an antisocial, depressed addict who'd-
"Nam-gyu? Nam-gyu!" Dong-il snapped his fingers infront of his face. "Jesus, how stoned are you..."
Nam-gyu snapped his head back, glaring at him. "Shut up."
Dong-il pushed the glass slightly nearer to him. "You better drink it fast, or someone will spike it if your going to leave it without batting an eye." He paused, smirking slightly. "I made that one even stronger. Thought you'd might need it."
Nam-gyu snatched the glass off the table, a bit of it spilling over onto his hands, annoying him more. He let out an irritated sigh, before spinning around and going back to watching his ex, drinking his drink in no more then a couple large gulps.
Dong-il smirked behind him,leaning his elbows on the counter. "I told you she was using you! A girl like her has much higher standards then some club worker, and it doesn't even make sense that-"
Nam-gyu cut him off, snapping back round and jumping off his stool, slamming his fists onto the table as he leaned right into Dong-il. "You shut the fuck up right now," He said, glaring at him harshly, gritting his teeth. "Or I will climb over this counter and strangle you until your fucking head pops off."
Dong-il only laughed in response, his hands in the air almost as if he was surrendering. "Alright, alright." He smiled, starting to make another drink. "Someone's a bit heated today."
Nam-gyu let out a shakey sigh, turning back round and staring out to the club, fidgeting with his shakey hands. He didn't know how long he was staring, but when he zoned back in, one of his co-workers was introducing the main act for the night. Apparently it was some famous underground rapper, but at this point even a billion won couldn't lift him from the depressive mood his ex had set on him. As the curtains to the stage opened, and the lights focused on the rapper, Dong-il gave him a light tap, and Nam-gyu snapped his head around, death staring at him.
Dong-il slid a small bag across the table, hiding it with his other hand until Nam-gyu grabbed it, and hid it under his jumper. "You look rough." He said, sighing, before giving a slight smirk. "Consider it on me,yeah?"
Nam-gyu stared at the clear plastic bag for a moment, a singular peach tablet inside, before looking up at him. "Thanks." He smiled weakly, before grabbing the new drink Dong-il had make, and took a small sip.
Dong-il gave him a rough pat on the back. "No problem, my guy. May aswell repay you for all the favours you've given to me." He looked at his watch, before stepping back slightly, as he started to put away bottles and glasses "I'll be gone in 5, Ki-jeong covering the rest of my shift, gotta look after my baby cousin." He smiled slightly at the thought of going home early to spend time with her.
Nam-gyu sighed. "Ki-jeong? Really? She's so fucking annoying, jesus. Always trying to flirt with me and the others for stuff. Whore."
Dong-il shushed him with a sharp glare. "Hey, keep your voice down! If she or any of her friends here, you'll never hear the end of it with management." He sighed, packing up his bag. "But your kind of right. She was practically begging to me about a week ago...insanely desperate if you ask me."
After a moment, he finished packing up and walked off, giving a wave to Nam-gyu. "See ya."
"Bye." Nam-gyu said quietly, with no chance of Dong-il hearing his with all this music. He let out an exasperated sigh, before looking down and opening the bag with slightly shaky hands. The pill, shiny and peach in colour, fell onto his hands. He quickly put it into his mouth, wincing as he felt the bitterness slide down his throat before grabbing his drink to help ease it down. Taking drugs never gets easier, that's for sure.
His eyes darted towards the stage, where a man around his age was performing, rapping insanely fast. He had bright purple hair at the front of his face, wearing an oversized sports t-shirt and baggy cargos, jumping around the stage as if his rapping wasn't tiring enough. Nam-gyu watched for a while, staring. There was something about him, something that stopped him from looking away, but he just couldn't figure out what. Maybe it was his unique style, or his colourful hair, or his impressive rapping, but something was doing it, and the more he watched, the more he enjoyed his performance. The music and lights got more intense as he continued, and his lyrics were hitting harder with each song he did. He was actually enjoying himself, and if his stupid ex wasn't in the middle of the floor having fun, he would've got up and danced with everyone else. But he refused. He wanted her to know that he was mad, mad for using him as a tool and brushing it off like it's nothing, and that he's keeping his word. He WILL get revenge.
He continued to watch the performance, smiling as he watched, laughing at the rapper's and even joining in with the chants from the back, in his seat. At one point, Nam-gyu swore he locked eyes with him, smiling back as the guy pointed at him, a grin on his face. He came to work fully expecting to mope around in annoyance for 7 hours, but he was actually having fun.
He felt a familiar tap on his shoulder, and he turned around, still smiling. "Hey, what's up?" He asked, grinning as he stared at the figure, his eyes trying to adjust to the bright flashing lights. He squinted at the outline, before his face fell, his smile disappearing.
"Nam-gyu? The fuck are you doing here?" Ki-jeong exclaimed. "Your meant to be backstage covering for me as that guy's-" She gestures to the stage where the rapper is still performing. "-body-guard. If boss catches him without one, he's going to KILL us, and I do NOT want to sleep with him again just to keep our fucking JOBS! There are way better people I could do that with-" She smirked at him, putting her elbow on the table and resting her head on it. "Like...you."
Nam-gyu paused, trying to pick out the memory from his foggy mind, the lights and music clearly not helping. After a moment, he remembered being told exactly that, and specifically how his annoying boss said he'd get fired if he skips out on any more shifts this month. "SHIT!" He exclaimed irritatingly, abruptly getting up and banging his knees on the underside of the table, responding with a scoff. He quickly shuffled out from the table, and starting running through the side of club, bumping into numerous people, many of them drunk or high just like he was. After sifting through the dense party crowd, he got to the backstage door, pulling a fob out from his pocket to unlock the door. As he did, he fumbled and dropped the small piece of plastic onto the floor, but when he looked on the floor, it had disappeared. He whipped his head around, frantically looking for on the manky floor, before getting onto his hands and knees, swishing his hands around trying to find it. He would get KILLED by his boss if he lost it, since it was a big security risk or whatever, especially in a club.
He grunted out in pain, his reflexes snatching one of his hands up as some guy stepped on it, unaware of Nam-gyu on the floor. He looked up at guy, scoffing to himself before looking back down. "Watch where your fucking walking, dickhead-" He looked down to where he placed his hands, frowning. His hands- they were..not there? "The fuck..?" He said to himself in confusion. What was happening, where the hell were his...hands? He couldn't believe he was thinking that, and a giggle escaped his mouth at the thought of having no hands. Maybe they got bored and ran off his arms, wanting to be hands for a more interesting person, or maybe he never had hands in the first place...what if he brainwashed himself into thinking he had hands all this time, and he only realised now, while he was crawling on the dirty floor of Club Pentagon, doing the same job he has been doing for the past 5 years?
He lifted his arms infront of his face, waving them about and giggling to himself as he realised how stupid he looked for having stubs instead of hands at the ends of his arms, until a guy bent down next to him, looking at him with a puzzled look. "Hey-err...you good?"
Nam-gyu smiled at him, laughing childishly as he spoke. "Yeah, just trying to find my er...black erm..lock..thingy...my fob! Yeah-my fob. Oh-" He said, grinning as he held up his 'handless' arms. "And my hands too, they seemed to have run off, haha!" He flapped his "hands" infront of his face, laughing to himself.
The guy looked at him, even more puzzled, before looking at the floor, and picking up a long piece of black plastic seemingly out of nowhere. "You mean this?"
Nam-gyu nods. "Yeah,yeah,yeah, thanks!" He smiled, trying to pick up the fob from the guy's hands, using his wrists.
The guy looked at him weirdly, before picking up the fob and putting it in his hands. "There. That's easier, isn't it?"
Nam-gyu looked down, and found that his hands had magically reappeared, along with the fob tightly in one. He grinned before jumping up. "You found my hands! Thank you, man!" He gave him a rough pat on the back as the guy also stood up.
The guy smiled softly, happy that he was getting appreciated. "No problem, dude. If you need help finding anything else, I'll just be hanging around there for a while-" He gestures to a set of seats near a bar."- once he's done performing, his rapping skills are SO good, aren't they?" He grinned, before putting his hand out. "I'm Gyeong-su."
Nam-gyu smiled at him back, before connecting hands with him with a hard slap."Nam-gyu." He held up the fob. "I gotta get going, see ya Jiyoung-su!"
Before Gyeong-su could reply, Nam-gyu darted away, smacking the fob onto the door until it clicked open with a buzz, before running inside and heading towards backstage.