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You’re never too old to party, right?
“Nightttt please~”
Sun was wearing those sweet puppy dog eyes, the kind that always had Night, her older brother, in a chokehold.
“It’ll be fun I promise!”
She continued, her hands tugging at the sleeve of her brother’s jacket, a pout playing on her lips as she begged Night so persistently.
You see, Sun had just started her first year at university, the same university that Night happened to be attending. After her parents pressured poor Sun into the same area of study as her brother, she ended up being separated from all her high school friends, leaving her pretty much alone.
Now Sun was quite an open and outgoing girl. She was easy to get along with, so making new friends wasn’t exactly a problem for her, yet she still felt anxious. The idea of having to start again, entering a new chapter of her life completely blind, it was of course daunting. The only person she could fall back on, was her dearly beloved brother, Night.
“Sun please…” He began, pulling his arm away from his sister’s hold. “I’ve been there and done that, why would I want to attend a freshers event?”
Night was a third year student, in the most pivotal moment of his graduate journey — not that he actually cared. The truth was Night had never really shown much interest in his studies, but lucky for him he was blessed with that naturally academic inclined ability, meaning that he never really had to put much effort into anything.
“It’s a party, you love parties!” Sun relented.
“Not when the room is full of freshly turned eighteen year olds who don’t know how to handle their liquor.” Night commented, as he averted his attention back to his group of friends who were just trying to enjoy their lunch break.
“Hey Night, that’s mean, we were that age once.” Luna, one of Night’s closest friends, spoke up as she patted the spot next to her, gesturing for Sun to join them.
“Yeah Phi, that’s mean!” Sun agreed, knowing full well that Luna would take her side, since she had always been like a big sister to her.
“Oh not you too Luna…” Night sighed, dropping the spoonful of rice he was about to nom on.
He knew he wasn’t going to win.
“I’m just scared to go alone.” His sister admitted, looking up to her brother through her lashes, her doe eyes seemingly impossible to deny.
As much as Night protested, truthfully he adored his nong, always holding a soft spot for her in his heart. Sun knew of it, hence why she was always very good at playing the role of a needy little sister, always asking for her brother’s support, and every time Night fell into her trap – just like a fly in a spider's web.
He took one look into those big brown eyes, round like boba balls, and it was all over for him.
“Fine, I’ll go!” He caved, both Luna and Sun sharing a high five as if they had been scheming with one another all along. “But Luna, you’re coming with me!”
“HAH-“ Luna snapped her attention back up to meet Night’s proud smile.
That was how both Night and Luna ended up being dragged into a room filled with a bunch of drunk late teens, the air humid, clouded with the thick scent of a sickly sweet alcohol, the kind that most teenagers start off with. Those fruity alcopops that held no real punch, making it all the mush easier to slide down the throat.
It had only been a mere twenty minutes but the floor was already laced with a sticky residue, thanks to all the excitable flailing of arms, causing drinks to spill to the ground without any qualms of concern.
Night tried not to judge. He had been there countless times before, in fact he used to love such carefree evenings, but times change, and his idea of drinks with friends was not what it used to be.
“It’s so loud in here!” He spoke up above the noise, in hopes to get the attention of his sister and Luna.
“Yeah, that’s the idea!” Sun responded, her eyes scanning the area as if searching for the right people to approach.
“I’m gonna need a drink.” Luna stated, and before Night could even reply, she had already lost herself into the crowd of rowdy students all dancing around like crazy buffoons.
“Oh my god! Aylin-“ Sun suddenly yelled, slipping away from Night’s wandering eyes.
“Hey!” He called after his sister with such a concerned expression, but it soon softened when he noticed the way Sun was smiling so brightly, like she had just found her best friend within the crowd. “You ask me to come for support, but you’re doing just fine Nong…” Night mumbled under his breath.
Then he was by himself, standing in the middle of the room, and it was safe to say he was most certainly feeling out of place.
The music was blaring, so loud that you could feel the vibrations travel from your feet, all the way up to your chest. The lights were blinking in and out, flashes of red’s, purple’s, blue’s, all bouncing from wall to wall — if you suffered from conditions such as photosensitivity, then it was definitely not the place for you.
Night’s gaze travelled across the room, on the off chance that he might see someone he actually knew, but he couldn’t even find Luna, let alone another person he could chill with until Sun was ready to head home.
As big brother, Night had offered to be his sister’s chauffeur for the evening, meaning he wasn’t allowed to touch a single drop of alcohol nor could he even just sneak away without being noticed.
Regret was the word that came to mind.
Night pondered on the idea of heading back to his car. He could just stay there until Sun wanted to leave. It wasn’t such a bad idea. He had his phone, he had his music — Night could happily keep himself entertained, and it seemed far better than being stuck with a bunch of intoxicated teens.
Yeah , he could do that.
That was until Night’s line of sight caught onto something interesting, or more like someone interesting. The student's vision narrowed to a pinprick as he honed in on the man who was above everyone else, safely tucked in the DJ booth away from all the chaos below.
A reason to stay perhaps.
Night folded his arms across his chest, as he observed the man with a deepened interest. He appeared to be in his own personal bubble, too engrossed in his job. With one hand holding the left headphone to his ear while the other worked on his decks before him, he was dripping with an effortless charm.
There was something so alluring within his gaze, one might say it had a seductive nature about it. With hooded eyes that hid so much, screaming to be revealed, and Night swore he would be the one to do it.
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“Hey North!”
A tall female with long black hair, and cherry red lips came into the DJ’s view. She carried herself with such elegance, like she owned the building, and that she did.
“OI NORTH!”
She lightly smacked the DJ’s arm, finally grabbing his attention.
“Ongsa, I’m in the middle of the set here!” He scorned, his brows contorted with evident irritation — he took his job very seriously.
“I only came to bring you water, I can see your sweat from across the room.” She slammed the bottle of water next to North, before jutting out her chin in a mocking manner.
“We’re in a club, Ongsa, I’m gonna sweat.”
North was a very well established producer, and if the music industry was something in your field of interest, you most certainly would have come across the DJ’s name in a fair amount of chart hitting credit listings — he was doing more than well for himself.
His roots began way back when he was a mere teenager, seventeen, and unable to afford the equipment he needed in order to make a name for himself. He was desperately trying to find an opening into the industry, and when North was finally able to pick up a few events all thanks to his skillful hands that he showcased on his cheap and battered decks, his growth began to rise, resulting in the comfortable life he was living at that present moment.
If the DJ were to be honest, these were the kind of jobs he detested the most. North might have started out as a DJ, but that did not mean he enjoyed it. Such gigs always reminded him of his darkest times, where he would be struggling just to keep a roof over his head, and the people he was working so hard for showed no real interest in the music he was pumping out.
It’s not that North blamed anyone, he knew more than most that people who were visiting clubs weren’t exactly there to focus on the music. They just wanted to have a good time, to get drunk, maybe flirt a little, or flirt too much and end up in strangers bed, but none of those people were North’s target audience.
The DJ wanted to be known for his music, to be known as an artist so skilled in his craft that it could make you feel what he wanted you to feel, and that was exactly the kind of producer North had become. He did not need to be in the basement of some sticky, sweaty room, trying to appease the minds of intoxicated eighteen year olds who couldn’t care less for what their ears were listening to — so long as it had a baseline and a few climatic drops, that was enough. North did not need to be there.
Yet he was, and it was all for his closest friend, Ongsa.
“Thanks again for saving my ass.” Ongsa expressed, as she watched her friend take a lengthy gulp from the water she supplied him.
“You’re gonna have to keep saying that for the next month.” North addressed, putting his playlist on loop so he could take a moment to relax.
“I can’t believe my damn DJ just quit on me last minute! I always take care of him.” She grumbled, slumping down on the chair next to North.
As a friend, North knew it was his duty to side with Ongsa, and she wasn’t lying. As club manager, Ongsa had always taken care of her staff members, not thinking twice about kicking a so-called customer out if they dared to speak out against them. She truly cared for her employees, but at the same time North knew better than anyone how rough it could be being a DJ for drunken idiots, and he wouldn’t wish that upon anyone.
“Mmm, well at least he’s not your only DJ.” North assured.
“True, but I’m not sure she’s going to be happy about doing every freshers event, it can get so messy.”
“I’m giving her a break tonight, so all is good.” The DJ comforted, getting ready to hit his decks again.
“HEY!”
A loud voice pulled the two out of their conversation, their gaze meeting with a pair of curious and attentive eyes.
“Uh hello?” North replied, as he watched how the other was practically clinging on to the side of the DJ booth so he wouldn’t fall into the mess of people dancing away below them. “You alright there?”
“Oh yeah, I’m good, I’m quite strong don’t worry!”
It was Night .
During the whole conversation between North and Ongsa, Night had decided to make his move. He had watched for long enough, and he had nothing better to do, so he took it upon himself by the end of the evening to at least exchange his number with the handsome DJ.
“You wanna make a request or something?” North asked,
“Oh, no, I wanted to come talk to you!”
North looked back to his friend with a bewildered expression, as if he was telepathically connected with Ongsa, raising the question; ‘ is this guy for real? ’. To which she just shrugged her shoulders not wanting to make it her business.
“Sorry I’m a bit busy.” The DJ dismissed, avoiding the other’s expectant gaze.
“You didn’t look busy a minute ago.” Night continued, insinuating that he had in fact been watching North, and North wouldn’t be wrong in assuming so.
“Well I’m busy now.”
“That’s ok, I’ll wait till you’re not busy again.”
Ongsa cleared her throat, sensing the heavy tension in the air. She had a knowing look in her eyes as she wore a small smile, her eyes bouncing between her friend and Night, who seemed to only have his eyes fixated on North, and he was wearing a look that held such a provocative demeanour.
Ongsa was not about to be stuck in the middle of that.
“I should go help out the bar staff.” She stated, standing up from her chair. “Good luck buddy.” She assured, gently patting North’s back, before making a swift exit.
Ongsa had seen far too many scenarios like the one she was witnessing. North was a popular guy, a good looking one at that. He took care of his appearance, not to mention the fact that he had a sophisticated collection of perfumes, resulting in him always attracting those around him. North had fooled around, he wasn’t a saint, but he never actively kept one relationship going, and Ongsa found no amusement in her friends lacking love life — so she left them alone, not expecting anything to come out of it.
Ongsa was going to be the first of two to be wrong that evening.
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Much to the DJ’s befuddlement, Night had somehow climbed his way over to where North was just trying to do his job. He could feel the intense gaze of the student watching his every move, and quite honestly it was beginning to affect the DJ’s performance — which was an odd turn of events since professionalism had always been something he excelled in.
It felt like Night had become his shadow, even going as far as poking his head over the DJ’s shoulder to get a better look at what he was doing, all the while trying to come off as an innocent act of a curious mind, but it was nothing off the sorts — more like an excuse to be close to North, to experience how it felt to have the others body against his own, to inhale his enticing scent, and Night only found himself wanting more.
“You’re gonna get in my way.” North dropped, and Night was quick to jump back, giving the DJ a sweet smile as if he was unaware of his actions.
“My bad, I’m just interested in you.” The student confessed, as if it was the most reasonable and normal excuse to have for his behaviour.
“Excuse me?” The DJ froze, his eyes blinking vastly, not wanting to believe the words he just heard.
“I said, I’m interested in you.” He reiterated, his voice laced with a seductive undertone, one that made North forget to breathe for a second.
Night was leaning against the table, the palm of his hands propping him up, as he looked up to North with such an alluring gaze. His skin glistened against the lights that were reflecting off the sweat beads that laid there. If North was in his right mind, he would go as far as saying that Night looked tempting.
No .
No, no, no.
North was not about to be seduced by some drunkard who just happened to have some of the prettiest and loosest lips he had ever come to meet.
Pretty? Did North really just think that?
“I’m not interested in some drunk eighteen year old, sorry.” The DJ tore his attention away, refusing to allow himself to fall into the other’s trap.
“Aow-” Night choked, but the more he thought about it the less shocking it sounded, after all he was at a freshers event, and he was blessed with very youthful skin. “I think there’s a misunderstanding here.”
“What kind of misunderstanding?”
“I’m not a freshman, I’m a third year student.” Night revealed, but such honesty only returned a distasteful look from the DJ, as if judging him for being in the presence of innocent first years. “It’s not what you think, I came here with my sister!” He added shaking his hands vastly in front of him in a desperate attempt to clear the air.
“Your sister…?”
“Ok this is not sounding great. My sister has no friends yet and she was anxious so she asked me to come for support. I’m not even drunk, I’m her designated driver.” Night pleaded, his eyes showing such determination.
“So you’re just naturally this forward then?” North raised a brow, as he leaned his body against the wall, sizing the other up before him.
“Not always, only with those I’m interested in.” Night grinned, his eyes becoming nothing but crescents.
He was cute, North could indeed confirm that, especially the smile he was wearing. The way it stretched all the way up to his eyes, so genuine and pretty, but he had this egoistical charm about him, one that the DJ wasn’t entirely sure if he enjoyed just yet.
“We’ve never met before, how can you be interested?”
Night clicked his tongue with a roll of his eyes, as if the question was nothing but ridiculous.
“Oh come on, you’re telling me you’ve never been interested in someone you’ve never spoken to before?” The student questioned, waiting patiently for North’s answer.
It was a valid question, and North found himself unable to clap back. He for sure had taken a liking to others without ever actually conversing with them. It was only an attraction, but it still existed.
“Your silence is an answer in itself.” Night smirked, and he felt so proud of himself. There was something so riveting about being able to leave the DJ at a loss of words — he confirmed that he liked it a lot.
“Ok wise guy, why are you interested in me?” North finally spoke up, and he didn’t believe the other would be able to reply. Confidence was indeed attractive, but if it was all a facade, then this was going to be the breaking point, the end of their interaction.
North was the second, and last to be wrong that evening.
“You seem cool and mysterious, and you being hot is just another win. I bet there’s a lot of people in this sweaty room that are crushing on you hard, they just don’t have the guts to come talk with you like I do.” Night admitted with such ease.
The student had no shame, if he found the DJ to be attractive, then he wasn’t going to hide such details — if anything he wanted North to know he found him attractive. Night saw no point in playing the long game. If something was going to happen, then it was going to start right then and there.
“You don’t even know if I’m into guys or not.”
At that point North was truly reaching. He had never met someone so obvious about their intentions before. Night was practically an open book just begging North to read him, and North would be lying if he said he wasn’t at least a little bit fascinated.
“If you weren’t interested, you would have walked away by now.” The student claimed, acting like he had already sussed North out — and well he was right.
“You’re kinda insufferable.”
North was beginning to like it.
Night pushed his weight up from the table, his eyes never leaving North, as he began to close the distance between them. North instinctively stepped back, as if guarding himself, but there was only so far he could go unless he wanted his decks to fall into the pit of sweaty bodies below them. Night leaned in, his lips ghosting the DJ’s ear, his hot breath making the hair on North’s arm stand.
“Yet you’re still listening to me, big guy.” Night challenged, his voice saturated in a thick honey, and those words seemingly lit a fire inside North, one that sparked an arousal within him.
North was well versed in self control, or so he thought. He had never met someone brave enough to test those waters, yet there Night was, in all of his desirable glory, pushing every single button North had, and North had lost himself in the sultry aura that Night was exuding.
The DJ couldn’t help it, the way his eyes flickered to Night’s voluptuous and so damn inviting lips. He couldn’t help but want it, and the student noticed, his chest swelling with pride as he realised that he had North right where he wanted him.
Night drew his face closer, too close, they were only a breath apart. North instinctively looked down, the proximity clouding his head that he almost felt dizzy. Night searched for the DJ’s gaze, as if looking for the consent he wanted, all the while North could feel the other’s breath staining his lips, and it suddenly became not enough.
Their eyes finally locked, unmoving and as steady as glass. Night drew his hand all the way up to North’s neck, his touch barely scratching the surface, but North had already succumbed to his every move. Night’s eyes were heavy lidded with a lust that was engulfing the both of them.
The student took the initiative, his hand sliding to the back of the DJ’s neck. Night began to walk back, away from anyone’s wandering gaze, all the while pulling North along with him. North had no more bite, he just complied, willing to conform to Night’s every move.
North had never been in that position before. He had never been one to adhere to anyone, yet there was something so bewitching about the man before him, leaving him nothing but a disorientated hot mess — and oh how he relished in such a feeling.
“So you wanna taste big guy?” Night teased, dragging his tongue along his lower lip, his voice nothing but a mere whisper, only audible due to their close proximity.
No one could see them, Night made sure of it — no one was going to intrude on their private moment.
“Maybe I do.” North hummed.
The DJ swiped his thumb against the other’s lips, as if testing out the pillowy texture, enjoying the feeling against his own skin. Their eyes met once again, Night looking up through hooded eyes, as if he was feeling it just as much as North, his breathing heavy as all he wanted was to devour him completely.
“Come on then.”
The small gap between them was no more, their lips finally colliding. The noise around them ceased to exist, as they drowned themselves in each other’s presence. Night fingers that had been itching to delve themselves in North’s hair, were burying themselves in the fluffy goodness, his fingertips lightly tracing against the DJ’s scalp, sending shivers down North’s spine.
Their tongues met, sliding together in a wet hot mess of shared saliva that had North needing more as his hands slid to the back of Night’s small waist. North was grabbing at the material of Night’s shirt, revealing his beautifully tanned skin.
The DJ was beginning to get greedy, as his fingertips began to sink into the bare skin of Night’s waist, rendering the other to emit a broken moan, which only seemed to rile North up more. The pressure Night was feeling against North’s touch left a burning sensation that sent tingles all through his body, his hips instinctively grinding against North’s thigh.
If it wasn’t for the booming music, and the hectic atmosphere around them, you’d be able to hear the shameless smacking of lips, followed by the odd mewl of a breathless Night. It was growing more intense by the second, and soon North’s hands had found their rightful way to the back of Night’s thigh, hoisting him up so he was sitting comfortably on the table behind them.
North slotted himself in between Night’s legs, never once breaking their heated kiss. Night smirked as he hugged his thighs around the other’s waist, drawing him in impossibly closer. North could feel Night smirking into the kiss, and he began to suck against his tongue, completely wiping the smile away as Night stifled the moan that was threatening to reveal itself.
It was almost as if the couple were trying to fight against each other, to prove who was the more experienced kisser, and Night was never one to back down from a challenge. He began to tug at North’s hair, the DJ gasping at the sudden gesture, his lips parting wider, and Night took the opportunity to sink his teeth into North’s plump lower lip, pulling back so painfully slow, and Night took so much pleasure in the way it bounced back, so red and swollen from his attack.
They wanted more, they needed more, but they couldn’t. As hidden away as they appeared to be, the couple knew they could not allow themselves to go any further — after all North still had a job to do, and Night had a sister just waiting for him to take her home.
The heavy panting that was shared between them, their lips slick with each other’s spit, it was safe to say the pair were utterly wrecked from their fierce make-out session.
“What’s your name?”
Night was the first to speak, his eyes still very much fixated on North’s lips, and it was so damn difficult to stop himself from going back in for a second round.
“North.”
North ushered out between breaths, his forehead resting against the other’s as he tried to come down from the high he was very much feeling.
“Pleasure to meet you North, my name's Night.”
Perhaps it wasn’t such a bad idea to join his sister after all.
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