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⛥ ‌ in the back of the nightclub, sipping champagne...

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— for the past year, you've been clubbing with your friends on every saturday night. though you were never a party person, it just became a habit and before you knew it, you've become friends with the people there. the djs, the barmen, the boys in the band... except wonbin.

— the whole reason your friends, no, everyone came to this club frequently is wonbin. the pretty guitarist guy that no one is close with. almost everyone in the bar wants to be his friend, and yeah, he may act friendly and laugh at their stupid jokes but he still feels so far away, so distant, so mysterious.

— so imagine the surprise on your face when you went to the club, alone, to drink your heartbreak away and felt wonbin's hand on your shoulder, asking you what happened.

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⛧ ‌ inspired by :: ‌ "escapism — raye, 070 shake"

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