Signs of Paradise
A/N: Okay, but Mark’s voice in Paradise (you know what part I’m talking about) makes me think about…things that will be mentioned in this fic.
And just to give you a vivid setting for the club. Imagine the set from Girlsx3 and then the garage(?) from Never Ever, then it’ll make sense.
“Y/N, get off of your ass and get dressed.” Your friend Nora walked out of the bathroom and was dressed in cute shorts with a plain white crop top on. She looked at you as you sulked on the couch in the suite and shook her head at you.
“But why? We’ve only been here for a few hours and I want to sleep.” You had no reason to be so sleepy. You had gotten a lot of sleep the night before your flight, during the flight and you even started to doze off once again before Nora was fussing at you about getting dressed.