Minho was sitting at the bar with his glass in his hand he drank elegantly. When a woman had the virtues of a black set that perfectly married her figure.
Minho looked at her with disinterest. He continued to sip his glass.
—Barman I want the same thing that's him.
To his sentence, Minho sighed with annoyance.
The barman executed by mixing mint leaves in a glass that he crushed and added lime juice sugar, ice, sparkling water, and finally soju. This gesture was precise and fast. He mixed everything with vivacity throughout the worth she had not taken her eyes off Minho.
— Say you come here regularly
He was irritated all he wanted was solitude that's why abandoned his friends.
And now we come to tighten it up
I'll just ignore her, she'll eventually give up
He continued to sip, but the girl didn't want to leave it
— You have good taste the cocktail is tasty
Don't want to talk girl get out
—Eh you can tell me why you ignore me
Minho burst out laughing
—You were silly but in the end no.
—The man prefers silly girls but you do.
He had two fingers away from getting angry.
—What do you want from me?
She smiled at him before plunging her gaze into his without any answers sucking his straw coming and going continuously without losing eyes.
—Shit
He felt his pants tighten he was now tight I could not help but look at her. Now I want to fuck.
She gently stroked the bump that was already clearly visible.
—If you want, I can take care of that.
Damn, she's gifted.
Minho decided to stop her. He removed this hand violently.
—You hurt me.
—Really? Are you hurt?
She approached him and grossed his neck with her lips. Minho, signed, got up, and placed his lips on his. They deepened the down. It was both violent and sweet. He pressed the buttocks of the latter, which saw her groan.
Between two keys, she made him a suggestion.
—Do you want to go with me?
While all this time, Daehyun had seen everything, and now, he saw, Minho leave with this girl.
You see, he's going to have fun tonight without you. She always had the words to break the atmosphere. Daehyun did not appreciate his arrogant tone. He found it unbearable. And Jisoo knew it very well.
—You should meddle in your own business. You're starting to annoy me.
—If I don't, what will you do?
Eunji, true to herself, did not intend to get involved in this story. She looked as usual, from afar, while snacking. But Jisoo had to decide to provoke her.
—Be careful, my dear. Otherwise, you risk getting fat. And it won't be good. Or rather, ... it will not suit you.
As soon as she finished, she took a direction that honestly none of us wanted to know. Jihye, who was about to follow her, was cut off by Eunji.
—The dog always follows his master.
Jihye knew the level very well, at least the rank that was in this group. She was the latest arrival. She knew where her place was. She did everything not to get noticed. At least, to stay on the side of the person she considered the strongest in the group. That is to say Jisoo. She decided not to reply and push Jisoo. Dahyun will suffer from exhaustion and nervousness. He was angry. But not really against Jisoo. Rather against Minho.
How could he abandon me here? With this witch. And leave with a stranger.
These are the thoughts that were in Daehyun's head.
—Jisoo is not wrong. We can easily see it. I think even Minho noticed it.
—I don't know. What are you trying to insinuate?
—I don't know. I should insinuate something. If you want advice, pay attention to the way you look at it. It could be confusing. We might think that there is more friendship between you and him. It's just a tip, Daehyun.
Daehyun sank into his seat, looking sullen.
I want to go home.
And as for her, she continued to snack as if nothing had happened. Anyway, she had finished saying what she wanted to say.
The evening was progressing, but he still hadn't returned. And honestly, his friends had understood that he had no return. Jisoo had disappeared into the crowd and was accompanied by his tail.
Eunji was starting to get tired of the evening and wanted to go home. Eunji rose to direct himself as well as he could by pushing a few passers-by on the way to the exit.
Jimin, for her part, had observed from afar the discord between the disconnected. She found it hilarious.
It's the first time I've seen that.
Sora approached Jimin, who had not yet noticed his presence
—But what did you observe right away? Would you like to be part of their group?
Jimin laughed at this sentence and began to think.
—Be part of their group? No, thank you. I'm not interested. I find them just quite fascinating. For me, these are quite rare specimens.
For her, they should be studied. They seemed to be disconnected from everything. It was only their money that interested them, apart from that, nothing else.
—I admit that by being there watching them, I wonder what it's like to go through. Earlier, I have the feeling that they are disputed for something.
And it intrigued me.
Sora was looking at her a lost
—Specimens? Rare species? You see them as animals. I didn't know you had so much hatred against them.
—No, I'm not saying they're animals. I'm just saying we should study them. To try to understand what happens in their little disconnected head.
They were deep in the conversation until Sora saw Jihye coming from afar.
—Look. There's Jisoo's got coming. I have it for you, I don't want to talk to him.
Sora advanced, arrived at Jihye's level, and pushed her. Without holding back Jihye, there was only time to scream.
—Eh! Tell me, you should talk to your wild friend. Did you see how she pushed me?
Jimin ignored this reply
—Well, what do you want to tell me? What do you want to tell me?
—Your friend is a savage, you should talk to her
Jihye understood that Jimin wanted to hurry
—Okay if you want to get straight to the point, what the hell are you doing here? You made Jisoo angry to the point that she blamed me. She blamed me for letting him come here.
How did you get home? The rules have changed.
—Already, I don't know if you remember, but I'm as rich as you. So, if you can come back, I can too.
I already feel the headache
—But how did you get home already?
—Through the door. Or where do you want me to go through?
—Don't be an idiot, you understand what I mean.
She knew that talking to Jihye simply meant that she had to reduce her intellectual level. And honestly, it was exhausting.
—I'd like to know why you hang out with them so much. I know very well that they don't drag you so well. Look at the nickname that everyone gave. Jisoo's Dood. So why do you accept this kind of nickname?
Jihye lowered his head before returning to his cousin. I don't want to relive what happened to me in college. I prefer not to take the risk. I know that by being with them, no one will dare to harass or even humiliate me. Tell me, I don't know what to say.
She should have understood from the beginning that that was why her cousin was hanging out with this kind of people.
—I'm sorry, I didn't know you were so traumatized by this story.
Jimin felt stupid for not having understood earlier his cousin's reasons for staying with this kind of person.
—It's no use apologizing, it's in the past. I just don't want to relive it, that's why I'm with Jisoo.
Jihye told himself that anyway, he had a year left to do. She only had to endure all this for a year, and finally, each could go her own way. She would no longer need to be with how her cousin liked to call them, disconnect them.
But Jimin was afraid that his cousin would get lost in this role-playing game with the disconnected. She had trouble recognizing the person in front of her, whether because of the outfit, hairstyle, makeup, or the fact that she was no longer the one she knew. She only risked pulling on her dress because it was too short. She had trouble walking with her heels, which were too high.
—Jihye, I can't recognize you. Hairdressing, clothes, makeup... I don't know if you're the same person anymore.
—I haven't changed that much.
Honestly, she knew her cousin was right. But what could she do about that, except try to reassure her? Whether it was the outfit or the makeup, everything had been decided by Jisoo. But honestly, who can say no to Jisoo?
Jisoo thought it suited him. She thought the dress fit her well. She also thought the shoes fit her well, even if Jihye didn't feel comfortable in them. The makeup did not suit her, and the straight hair, instead of being slightly wavy, either. Limit, Jisoo had the limit transformed into a mini-Jisoo. That's the reality.
She would prefer not to talk about this part of the story.
—You know what? Do you always come to my house on the weekend?
—If you want me to come of course.
Jisoo was curious to know what her cousin could have done to be Jisoo's sive. Jisoo doesn't pay attention to the news. Whether they are prettier or more risky, Jisoo is not interested in them. So she would like to know how her cousin managed to attract Jisoo's attention, just as negatively.
—Say, Jimin, what could you have done to make Jisoo hate you so much? Do you want to talk with a voice?
To the question asked by his cousin, I put a smile on all his teeth. She signals him to approach, the latter approaching, and she whispers in his ear
—There's something incredible about her. It could limit destroying his reputation, and even that of his parents.
Instead of being enthusiastic and excited, Jihye began to tremble. His heart beats at incredible speed.
—You have something incredible. How much about her?
—I told you! The kind of thing that can destroy the reputation of his whole family.
—And what is it?
She patted his forehead, before kissing him on the forehead.
—I'll tell you when Saturday.
She hoped it wasn't the information she thought Jimin had. Because if that was the case, she was screwed. Jisou might think that she was the one who gave this information. And that could explain why Jisou has treated him so badly lately.
If that's what I think She's going to kill me
Jimin didn't know it was her last party at the BlueMoon, and Jihye didn't know that on Saturday, she wouldn't see her cousin to hear this famous secret. None of them tonight knew what was expected to happen to them in the coming days.