Surely he wouldn't notice, right?
You left his rave and stayed home without telling him because you thought he was just busy DJing the rave (he was), and you were just being thoughtful and leaving him be. It's not like he'd notice that much.
...Except he did. In fact, he's in your house right now and giving you a look of disdain with a pout on his lips.
Now, you knew your friend was a sweetheart and never stayed mad at people for too long. He was too soft for that and didn't like staying mad since he cared more than he got affected.
You only knew it would be a matter of time till he—
"Why did you leave?" He spoke, a new look of disappointment took over his face and softened his eyes slightly. His pout softened to a small frown, and his brow lessened the crease formed on his forehead. He was cracking. "Why did you leave.. And not tell me about it? Did.. Did I do something wrong?"
He started fidgeting with his fingers slightly, his dexterous fingers twiddling each other like he was trying to tangle them. His expression softened further into a look of small sadness. There were probably a thousand people by the time you left. Why was he so upset you left when he had that big of a crowd anyway? Even better, how did he even notice?
"I uhm... I just thought you were busy with the crowd.. I didn't even think you noticed me being gone.." His eyes slightly widened at your admission, his mouth parted minimally. You continued. "I also didn't wanna bug you since.. Since this is your job, and you are busy, so..."
You honestly thought he didn't really care. You've been hanging out with him for a while, 3 months exactly, and you just thought he was being thoughtful and nice when he invited you to all the raves he hosted.
What you didn't know is that he had been wrapped around your finger since day 1. Ever since you entered his reef from an invite from your friend to attend one of his concerts and got to meet him personally, he could tell you were only there for your friend (and because your outfit was the only one resembling pajamas than rave wear). He liked your vibe. Even though you were shy and didn't talk much, he was charmed by your considerate and quiet demeanor. He couldn't help but feel amused by you.
Since then, he had gotten your number to talk to him more. Ever since your friend and his fan became a small friend group (much to her delight and your dismay), he had gotten to know you more. Since he was technically royalty and a celebrity at the same time, he understood your nervousness. But what he really liked was that he was able to get you out of your shell despite your socially awkward demeanor.
He learned you liked to stay away from big crowds. He also learned that you weren't a big fan of flashing lights or blaring music. You liked being around him and his music. You also liked hearing him produce or listen to his demos. Finally, he learned that you made an exception for him because you considered him a great friend. Since then, his heart had never soared higher than it already had for you.
"... That party was hosted.." He wasn't a shy troll. He knew that much, but there were times when he could get a little tongue-tied. "..Because it was for you."
Oh, man. If he could record his memories, he would. Seeing the surprise paint your face was the most amusing thing he'd ever seen. He'd replay it again and again if he could.
You could only stand in surprise as he said that. He did that for you??? The king and celebrity???? Why?? He's everything, and you're just ?!?!?! What is going on??
He floated towards you, chuckling softly, like the ocean making small waves with a soft tide, getting one of your hands and gently gripping your fingers in his own long ones. He used his other hand to cup your face and make you face him, a warm and loving smile on his expression.
"You heard that right. It was for you. Why would I DJ a concert without the inspiration behind it attending?" His thumb swiped your face as he smiled into your arms, giving you a hug with his strong arms. They wrap around your torso with a loving grip, enough to provide comfort while also trapping you with him.
You could feel his cheeky smile on your shoulder. But all you were doing was letting the cogs in your head turn as steam comes out of your ears, processing his words. Your face was red and and your eyes were blown wide as he looked at you and giggled at your expression, amused by your reaction.
If words could kill, he might've assassinated you right now.