C R O O K E D

CHAPTER 2:

N O   F I G H T S   I N   T H E   C L U B

BAEKHYUN'S POINT OF VIEW

“Initiates!” The voice boomed all over the place. I close my eyes amidst the darkness as I await my death. I used to have a nanny before who told me that when you die with your eyes wide open, the demons would take your soul, therefore your soul won’t be able to go to some sort of afterlife redemption camp.

According to someone—I’m about to die so I don’t really have time to remember who the fuc he is— SO, according to someone, your whole life flashes before you when you’re about to die—And yet, here I am and the only thing in my mind was the stupid thing my old nan told me when I was younger—just as then, someone turned the bloody speakers on and some techno-pop music cursed through the whole goddamned place. I opened my eyes only to see that I was in a middle of a spotlight with other 2 other lanky teenagers—In front of a massive crowd—

AND I’M STILL ON MY GODDAMNEDD KNEES!

“Welcome to Paradise!” A voice flared into the speakers and the crowd went crazy. My mouth went wide open at the sight. 

I think I might be going crazy too— Am I high? I must be high—because there’s no way in hell that any of these made any sense. The spotlight was turned off, but the place illuminated via neon and black lights that seems to be plastered all over the place. 

I helped myself up and peered over my left. There are two girls who were squealing like idiots, then I heard one of them said— “This place is so sick, I’m never gonna leave”

I on the other hand would very much like to leave. I’d go completely nuts if I stay in here any second longer. So, I backed up and made my way to the door which is only an arm length away from where I was standing. I inhaled deeply as I place my hand on the door, I was about to give it a push when I felt a hand in my . 

“what the fck!” I said as I turned around. I may not have taken the lessons at the dojo seriously when I was younger, but I can still throw a punch or two. Though before my fist was able to meet my assaulter’s face, a hand grabbed my wrist.  

“No fights are allowed in the club” he said in cold deep voice. I yanked my hand free and looked at the guy who stopped me. He’s awfully tall and he reminded me of dumbo— 

“He.d.my.” I felt my cheeks heat up for some odd reason as I that. It must be the alcohol in my system. 

“You’re done for the night, I’ll go you to your dorm room” my eyes went back to the guy who to