The night consisted of the usual alcohol consuming, rowdy bunch of friends that you loved indefinitely. You were some sort of a glistening pearl in the sea of rocks and sand that you surrounded yourself with, and catcalls would be shouted, to which your boys would join in, and eventually the entire bar would chant at you. Some nights you would shyly object, but other nights, when the alcohol level was just right, you would climb on top of one of the bar stools, with Yongguk’s hand in yours guiding you upwards, giving them a tiny shimmy or twirl. However, no man ever approached you when you were out, and you didn’t know if it was the multiple testosterone filled beings surrounding you in conversation or the fact that maybe you were simply just unapproachable. Yongguk was the one who was always the most protective, either throwing an arm around your shoulders or making sure that you were within eyesight. His actions were natural, since you hoped that at least someone took a few steps to make sure you were okay. The long nights always ended with you giving an endless amount of kisses on the cheek, and a sad wave goodbye, as Yongguk would drag you along the wall heading outside to some fresh air and the path home.

Meow~!

I'm took a short break from Friends with B.A.P to write this little tidbit about Yongguk. This was surprisingly was suppoesd to be a oneshot, but I've grown to love the storyline. I think I will write only a couple chapters, but enjoy!