Pour Up

POUR UP, 001

❛⠀you and i, our own party⠀❜

PULSATING LIGHTS blind him as his mind drifts whilst approaching the chosen club for the night. Dean is rather against the plans written for him without his knowledge. Yet the promise of a night to rid him of his troublesome heartache drew him to comply. However, as the car skids through the night air, he begins to regret his compliance.

A breath escapes him as he ponders his hectic life. Between the music and the girl he thought would be by his side forever, he is barely holding on to the thinning rope dubbed life. The relationship began on a flowery note—the soft displays of smiles and the treasured times. Yet over time, it began to rot. Her eyes began to change as her heart froze. Dean was left to chase and piece the puzzle together, desperate to figure out what was wrong. She gave no answer as she left his embrace without warning.

His life was left shattered as he tried to keep up with the pace of the running world. Thankfully, his friends are right by his side to pick up the pieces. Hence, the plans for midnight.

“Aye,” Jiho calls out to the daydreaming Dean. “We here, come on.”

Dean nods slightly in confirmation as he readies himself for the night.

Both men exit the vehicle, releasing their keys to the awaiting valet. They approach the looming, older man, seeming to be the bouncer. Quickly hearing the mention of the artist’s name, he quickly turns to open the bulky doors.

Darting lights blind his pupils as he trails behind Jiho—both hike up the steps as they find their designated private room for the night. Opening the noir door, they’re greeted by numerous friends and shapely women.

“Ya, you fucking made it!” Jiho moves to shake hands with his friend, Won-Shik. “You finally got him out, almost didn’t recognize you,” Won-Shik chuckles as he greets Dean.

“Yeah fuck you too,” Dean rolls his eyes playfully.

“Aye, I just ordered drinks, and we got some entertainment, come on!” Won-Shik beckons them further, inviting them onto the couch. Dean stumbles forward as he finds a spot next to Hyun Jun, who gives him a welcoming nod.

Won-Shik begins to hand out auburn liquid-filled glasses as he begins his toast. With his wild smile and stumbling words, Won-Shik gives a grand speech as the party finally starts.

Yet as the night went on, his skin began to crawl with the familiar feeling of anxiety. Dean’s obvious sighs led to signs of obvious discomfort. None of the beautiful women in the suffocating atmosphere offered a distraction from his dying heart. All that he truly desires is to leave the room.

His weary legs straighten as his mind refocuses, hazy from the number of drinks he had been handed.

Separating his swollen lips from the young woman, Won-Shik drunkenly tilts his head at his anti-social friend, “Ya! Where are you going?”

Dean heaves a heavy sigh as he fibs to his friend, “Hyung, I’m going to the bathroom.”

Won-Shik releases an intoxicated chuckle, “Hurry back, her friends are on the way.”

Dean gives an uninterested nod before disappearing from the scene. His eyes instantly lower at the strobing lights as he staggers down the swirling staircase.

Making his way to the lengthy wooden bar, he finds an empty stool and quickly takes a seat. A tired sigh escapes him as a fling of his wrist beckons the bartender over to hear his drink choice. After a quick flash of his identification, the bartender nods and starts a tab under his name.

Pinching the glass with his fingertips, Dean sluggishly gazes at the neon dance floor. The heated bodies humping one another, careless of the consequences the morning will bring. Sharp gazes float around, yet a set of catty eyes land on his figure.

His breath hitches as the alluring presence saunters toward him with devilish, silky lips. Her pupils appear shadowed by the blanket of dimmed lights. Her luscious, shining hair flows behind her as she approaches his side.

Dean gazes upward as his words fall short in her stunning presence.

Suddenly, a second crystal-like glass slides between them, adding to their unexpected tension. Her eyes practically light up as she grabs his drink before placing it against her plump lips. The liquid moves through her as his eyes lie still on her, watching the slightest of movements. Her tongue drags against her lips as he gulps down his eagerness. The woman grins as her lips stretch to each side, as she lazily leans in close enough to inhale his rich, alluring scent.

“Do you wanna dance?” Her honeyed voice reaches his ears.

His eager nod pleases her as he reaches to intertwine their fingers to lead them to the vast dance floor. A sultry tune swims through the club as the two face each other. Their bodies smash against one another as he reaches to pull her harshly by her clothed hips.

The rhythm flows naturally as she grinds passionately, making the fact that they are practically strangers fly from their lusty minds. He spins her around quickly as her breath hitches at their proximity. The heat of the moment draws them to close the gap as she flutters her wispy eyelashes, inviting him in. Her eyes dart fastly, asking the suddenly timid man for permission.

His quick nod allows her to place her lips on his own, allowing the electrifying connection to flow through them. The soft tangle grips them both until a close shout draws them away from the short embrace.

“Ya, Nari! Du-yeong’s party is starting, let’s go,” five young drunken ladies stumble upon the scene, beckoning her away.

A dissatisfied sigh slips from her lips before she faces him for the last time, “It looks like I have somewhere to be. I had fun.”

He nods his head, dripping with disappointment as she slips through his fingertips.

As she fades through the closing crowd, his pupils widen as Dean realizes he never caught her name.