Chapter 5

Seulgi

“So partnering with the extremely attractive god is going... well?" Wendy's eyebrows were inching their way up her forehead.

Seulgi nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, INCREDIBLY well. We've developed our own routine and it's foolproof. There hasn't been a single assignment yet that we haven't annihilated. Which, I mean, was to be expected with me on the team, but who knew Hunnie would prove to be so efficient."

"Hunnie?" The other girl's dark brown, puppy dog eyes narrowed to tiny slits.

She rolled her eyes. "Yes, Wen. HUNNIE. We've gotten into the habit of using these ridiculous pet names while we work. You know, to make the assignments more amusing. It's a completely reasonable thing to do." Seulgi reached for her pink bendy straw and took another sip of her apple martini.

It had been her idea to drag Wendy out for a night at the bar (which, in a pure of coincidence that she hadn't brought about in the slightest, happened to be the same bar at which she first met Sehun). Though her more reserved best friend normally wasn't one for going out, she had made an exception when Seulgi whined (with much dignity, of course) that she wanted to celebrate her recent successes at work. But what she didn't tell Wendy was that the type of celebration she had in mind required lots of alcohol. Oops.

So while Wendy was slowly nursing her carefully concocted lemon water, Seulgi surveyed the dance floor for prospects of the male god variety. Though the light directly above the bar was dim, tonight a hyperactive strobe flashed neon pinks and greens and oranges across the dancers in rapid succession. This vibrant backlight rendered each moving form a glowing, featureless silhouette. Combined with the slight gleam of the wood paneled dance floor (undoubtedly caused by layers of perspiration and spilt alcohol), which made the writhing forms appear as if they were dancing on water, the effect was ethereal. Seulgi smiled.

“Wen.” She said, flashing the other girl a devious smile. “Watch my drink for a minute, will you?”

“But, Seul…” She could almost hear her best friend’s internal reproach.

“Thanks! You’re a lifesaver.” Seulgi bolted towards the hoard of dancers.

She danced her way through the crowd, dark brown eyes on full alert. Immediately she spotted a myriad of promising forms with glittering predatory eyes that assured her of their interest. She stalked toward each, ready to give each a more thorough inspection.

Ugh, brown eyes. Skillfully, Seulgi twirled out of the grasp of the first, well-muscled gentleman.

Ugh, blue eyes. Once again, Seulgi pirouetted out of the way of another set of grasping hands.

Oh, he’s cu… nevermind. He has curly hair. What about him? Too short. Him? Ugh, tattoos. With dimples, no biceps, no big hands, no no NO. Convinced that she had surveyed every guy in sight, and satisfied with none, Seulgi returned to the bar.

“Well that was fast. I didn’t even see you run off to the toilets.” Wendy, a firm believer in pacing himself, was now halfway done with her water.

She shot her friend the biggest glare she could muster. “IT WAS ONE TIME, Wendy. ONE TIME. And I’ll have you know that I didn’t run off with anyone, thank you very much. I didn’t see anyone who was my type.” Her best friend shot her another one of those infuriatingly skeptical looks.

“Mhmmm. No brown-eyed, straight-haired, 6-feet adorable puppies, then?” Wendy said in a voice so sugary sweet she could all but feel the other girls’s teeth rotting.

“Well, no. But that’s really beside the point.”

“So, let me ask again. Partnering with the extremely attractive god is going well?”

Seulgi glared. “Just shut up and drink your water.”

*

“YOU KNOW YOU LOVE ME, I KNOW YOU CARE. JUST SHOUT WHENEVER AND I'LL BE THERE.”

“Nooooooo.” Seulgi groaned into her pillow. She could faintly detect the marvelous odor of Eggs Benedict, but even that didn’t fully eradicate her need to strangle her partner.

“BABY, BABY, BABY OH. LIKE BABY, BABY, BABY NO. LIKE BABY, BABY, BABY OH. I THOUGHT YOU'D ALWA