“Y/N, come on. It’s been months since you went out and had some fun.” Eunjae pleaded, a mascara wand in her hand.
“A strip club? No thank you.” Y/N curtly replied, throwing a blanket over her body. Eunjae walked over and threw the thin sheet off, a tight grip on Y/N’s wrist.
“You’ll be with all the girls, Y/N. It’ll be fun, I promise.” Her grip only tightened as Y/N tried to slip away, her eyes rolling. The latter huffed a lock of hair out of her face, an awkward silence hanging over the both of them before Eunjae spoke the magic words.
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