Look what youāve done.
Iām a motherfuckinā Starboy.
Kai threw his head back in time to the music, sweat pouring in rivets off his face as he animatedly pumped his fist in the air. From his place on the raised platform, he could see every sweaty body that had congregated in the club that night. Most people thought of clubs as being vaguely anonymous, a safe place to grind against a perfect stranger - Kai included - except when he was DJing. In the half-light of the club, he could see groups of girls clutching each otherās palms as they swayed to the music, hair fanning out around their bare, tanned shoulders. He could see a petite girls in tight dresses dancing close to their partners, bodies sliding together as a strong hand bracketed their waist. The sight of this caused Kai to bite down on his lip, feeling a significant amount of desire for both, or either party. Everyone was unanimously and extraordinarily beautiful to Kai tonight. But maybe thatās because they were dancing to his music, screaming along to his playlist at the top of their lungs amidst giggles, or toppling over in too-tall heels.
Laughing out with the crowd, Kai clumsily fumbled for his trusty headphones that hung around his neck, clamping it down over his ear so that he could line up the next song. Any track by The Weeknd was hardly guaranteed to amp up the crowd, but they were his favourite, and given the girlish shrieks a few teenage girls had made as the opening beat had come over the speakers, they had some fans in the crowd too. They had a slow, sexy sort of sound that girls always swayed their hips to, and allowed everyone a brief cooling off period before they were once again throwing themselves around, drunk off not only a cheap round of shots but the music.
Kai, himself, was stone cold sober. He was highly caffeinated, his nauseatingly coloured energy drink sitting just off to the side, away from his expensive laptop and even more expensive equipment. Shit he could most definitely not afford to replace if it was covered by a sticky red or blue substance, liable to be knocked over by the various people hanging around on the sidelines. Many of his friends tried to tip a drink or two down his throat before he went on stage, Annie included - he was sure she was somewhere here tonight - but Kai was more often than not forced to remind them of just how fucking precise and difficult DJing could be. The crowd, and the people who were paying him, could spot an amateur from a mile away. And Kai was no amateur.
Kai lifted his gaze in a heady, laboured movement, already sweat soaked and bogged down by the oppressive heat, as he felt a pair of eyes on him. And he almost felt compelled to look over his shoulder when he saw just who that pair of eyes belonged to. Because, surely, no one that beautiful could be looking at him. No one ever noticed the DJ for anything other than the songs they were playing, unless the allocated DJ that night tended to be a gorgeous girl in a skimpy top.
The man leaning against the far wall, from what Kai could make out, was blonde, and gorgeous. He actually couldnāt look at him for longer than a few seconds without feeling stupidly shy, and both sick and anxious. Beautiful boys tended to do that to him. He was just thankful that in the low lighting, said beautiful boy couldnāt see him blush or hear him stutter.Ā
Upon second glance, however, Kai became aware that the man seemed to be mouthing something. Kai, unsure if he was being spoken to, actually did glance over his shoulder this time, before realizing there was no-one behind him.
āMe?ā he mouthed, gesturing to himself.
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