The Effects of Lucifer [SaTzu]

「C.5」

𝒻𝓁𝑜𝑜𝒹𝓈

"Lies get bogus, life's the focus, I know"

S.P

"Eenie meenie miny moe, am I such a stupid hoe, if Tzuyu doesn't want me then fine, let her fucking go. . . eenie meenie miny moe"

If there's one thing I'm good at, its definitely embarrassing myself. Like it just comes so natural. It just comes automatic.

Speaking of embarrassing oneself, there's been a lady trotting beside me since we left the bathroom. And I kid you not, my vulgar little remix made her judge me in every way possible. Kinda reminds me of that disgusted lil girl meme from way back.

"Can I. . . help you?". It wasn't my intention to come off rude, per se, but I'm nearly running on 5 hours of sleep plus 2 quarts of coffee.

Yes. 2 quarts of coffee. Give me a break.

Anyways, terrified is a good way to describe her. Especially how she bolted away, breaking her neck and glaring until she was out of sight out of mind.

Psssht, doesn't everyone remix a child's song for the benefit of relieving animosity between exes? No. Just me. Aight.

Well my mood has officially dropped two whole octaves. From allegro to adagio real quick.

Maybe I should call it a night...im delirious

When the thought arose to escape from our not-so-bad-but-not-so-exciting gathering, a certain hot headed beauty along with her playboy brother were nowhere in sight. And I'll be honest, I was disappointed. More than I'd like to admit.

But what did I expect? That'd she want to talk to me, hug me, say that she missed me?

Pretty sure I'm the biggest clown I know. Bet 

With my head hung low, feet dragging, Nayeon was observant of my somber demeanor as I made my way over. Even if I was terribly tired, that smile of hers' and the subtle gesture to sit beside her made me feel warm.

I sat down, feebly, and cuddled her shoulder in comfort.

"Everything alright?", whispered Nayeon, brushing bubblegum strands behind my ears.

I hummed. Though aLRiGht wasn't the keyword. "Just tired, nothing major" 

"I'll drive you home then"

I couldn't pinpoint it. But everything around me wavered. Fragmented. Blurred. Even Nayeon's voice that seemed to fade away like smoke dispersing amid the sky. Fatigue was on the phone calling to lull me under.

"No. . . it's fine. I'll. . . I'll take an uber",  a yawn or two had these gucci bags laying to rest. But a pinch to my cheek stirred me out of sleep in a groan.

"Do you think i'll leave your cute ass alone at night, looking like that!?" Nayeon scoffed. "I think the fuck not". Did I mention I love Nayeon? Yea, I love that bish.

Too tired to reply, I snuggled her neck and smiled.

A part of me knew Nayeon was ecstatic to leave because she wasted no time in telling Jihyo of our leaving. Plus Nayeon's a grandma, so...

"See you Jihyo and friends!", said Mingyu in his drunken state when Jihyo did her farewells to them.

For a second Daniel did this corny lil gesture. Which in my experience of dating, meant he'd call  Jihyo later. And Jihyo, being that she is, bit her lip in a way that outta be considered illegal.

"And I oop—" Nayeon wriggled her brows "Get you some Ms.Park". And like the humble church girl she is, or claims to be, Jihyo threatened to take Nayeon and somehow me as well to church on Sundays. 

First of all how did I get included in that? Second of all nobody got time for that.

But amen

Once we were out the club. . .

Outside. Very cold.

Chilly whisks of wind blew past, reminding me to never forget a jacket. And seeing as I was cold, my two dorks hurdled to form a cozy sweater in the midst of winter. 

"Luckily my ass ain't fake, cause that shit would've fell off and I'd been mad", Nayeon grumbled as we waddled our way to valet. 

How does Mitang do it so cutely? People probably think we got a pole up our asses. I miss her. Hope she's doing well

One of the valet boys in the distance cooed when our struggle came to a halt. And of course Nayeon and Jihyo just had to growl 'What!?', making the poor boy stutter a 'Nothing' in response.

"H-have a nice night, M-ms. Im", said the pubescent voiced boy. I gave him an apologetic smile in which he returned bashfully.

Nayeon's Mercedes felt like a hotpocket. Warm and cozy in all the right places. I had my foot halfway in the door when a voice, too familiar to not recognize, called for me.

"Leaving so soon?". His voice emerged from under the shadows. A sickly yellow film warping his playboy smile and the glazing in his coffee bean orbs.

"Y-yea...it's late, and I've got work in a few", I quickly said, legs shaking like an unstable ikea table.

Minghao pouted a bit. "Being tough won't stop the cold from biting your ass, darlin. Don't getcha self sick". Before I could protest, a Gucci scented blazer draped itself around my shoulders, warming this cold heart of mines.

And to be fucking honest, it was much needed.

I mumbled a low 'Thank You'. His chuckle started out soothing, then hoarse, then out right abrasive. I've told him many times. Many times to stop letting that wrinkled toxic stick between his lips wring the zest of his lasting youth.

His crescent eyes looked down at me, and it was then I realized I had something to say. Something important. But the honking of Nayeon's car prevented me from doing so.

"Didn't mean to hold ya up", he drawled, taking a step back. "We'll talk. Soon"

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Things been busy busy so pardon my delay.

I seem to be on some feng shui

(my friend taught me that word and now it's forever stuck in my head. help)

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