“Oye! Milan Stankovic is the name. I am a young Serbian fallen singer, who currently works as an escort. – That doesn’t mean I’m a whore. I entertain people by going out with them without any sexual contact or anything. You might wonder why I am not a singer anymore?
Well - After my moment of fame after the eurovision song contest everything just collapsed. I got on the wrong road and right now I’m up for a change. Getting things back together.”
Family: Andrijana Stankovic
94gross said: Naeun smiled brightly as she approached the elder male, then walked straight into his arms and gave him a firm hug. "Milan, we haven't talked in a while, how are you?"
“Ah Hey Naeun!” He smiles brightly and shrugs. “Could be better. - People and their bullshit. But I’ve got to deal with it right?” He smiles small as he hugged her tightly. “How about you?”
Andrijana hardly took notice of anything going on in the phonecall with her brother. She vaguely registered something about Ukwon and going to bed. Which was fine by her. After all, there was so much to see in the club and due to the alcohol and her already short attentionspan, any hope to be focused seemed futile. Instead, she easily dropped her phone in Seungah’s hands before running up the dancefloor again; spinning in circles. “Rainboooooooows!” she yelled, overly excited about the flashing lights that washed over her body. It had been a while since she had this much fun. Ever since Milan left for Seoul, her parents had seen it as a warning and feared she would leave too. Therefore they had decided to keep her home as much as possible. And sure, she was 22. But in the little town they lived, it wasn’t easy to get out without being noticed… or without having a ride. Damn country villages. Only occassionaly she managed to convince her friends into taking their parents’ car and escape. Needless to say they had been angry when she decided to come here anyway. And for Andrijana, an environment like this felt like she could finally breathe again.
In all her excitement, she took another bottle of soju and brought it to her rosy lips. To her surprise , Seungah was there to pull it away. “Your brother told me to keep you from doing this.” she mumbled, even though she brought it to her own lips and drank half of it herself. “Ya~~ Don’t be boring.” Andrijana groaned, taking the soju back and succeeding at drinking some. “Whatever.” Seungah sighed, already distracted by a guy who was dancing against her. Andrijana couldn’t help but laugh at the face her friend made and joined in too, dancing against the girl while she laughed. “Dance Seungah !! Dance!” she urged, taking her hands and twirling her around. Faster, faster , faster. Everything around her became even blurrier. Flashing colors, the bass pounding deep inside of her body, swirling figures. With a harsh shock it all stopped as she flew backwards… landing on her back yet again. “owww…”
As soon Milan got there he ran inside the pub to look for his sister. It wasn’t as easy as he thought it would be. The loud music directly welcomed him and lead the Serbian inside, slightly squeezing himself through the crowd. Him being not the most sober person himself and tons of people would probably made it hard to find his little sister. So he directly took out his phone and texted to the her friend, knowing they probably won’t even see it – but there was always a chance right? As soon he put back his phone and waited for a reply some random people came up to him. Showing off their best moves and try their best to seduce him, unluckily for them the Serbian could only think of his sister right now. He couldn’t have anything happen to her.
Milan knew he wouldn’t get a reply back after thirty more minutes, so he decided to think wherever his sister usually stays while she goes out or wherever she hangs out when she’s clubbing. The brother walked up to the front of the dj, no Adrijana found. “Maybe the bar?” And with that, Milan wiggled himself through the crows, pushing his way through it until he sees the bar. A few steps closer to the bar he heard a familiar high pick voice squeal. Milan directly turned around and saw how his sister messily got knocked out by gravity again, laying down on the floor. Milan laughed out loud and walked up to her, “Jana. Idiot. Be careful all right?” Helds out his hands as he pecks his sister on the cheek.
“Jana, how about we get home for now? Your skin is so pale, I don’t want you to get sick or puke in public; That would harm my reputation you know?” He joked as he helped her up, supporting her by holding her waist. Milan bowed down in front of Seungah and thanked her. “Come with us, theres still some space free in out apartment.” He smiles sweetly as he kept holding Jana strongly.
“Is that a British Army Browning L9A1 in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?”
“Anyway to come to the point, I’m new. Dead dash, and i need people to annoy and bash on. Just don’t be ordinairy, ordinairy people are so boring.” He sighs.
Zico used to be quite an outcast in his school time. Not that he ever cared, he knew better – Plus humans weren’t worth his time.
He grew out as one of the people with master plans and ideas people never been able to think of. The people who are able to grew closer to him describe him as a jerk, smart ass or just completely nuts. While others find him inspiring and fascinating.
We’re on Broadway I once knew a kid Whose tongue fell off in his sleep, La-Bibbida-Bibba-Dum La-Bibbida-Bibba-Do The girl in my basement Probably thinks I’m a creep
