little bastard w/ feelings

“ yeah – i’ve figured i could try for a change, you know. ” daehyun gave his shoudlers a shrug, still a bit uncertain about it but thanks to dean, he had the opportunity to perhaps change his mind completely and join without thinking it further. he’s heard enouhg about it, good and bad as everything else in the world. “ it definitealy sounds as though you gain a lot of new acquaintances but also responcibilities. ” he needed a little change too, anyway.

gray continued getting dressed as the man walked further into the room and began speaking. he turned to face him as he slipped his shirt over his head, running a hand through his hair to fix whatever got messed up from his shirts. “your first time? like seeing a male stripper for the first time?” he smirked, leaning forward and grabbing one of the bottles of water he had. “thank you,” he hummed, taking a few sips of his water. “oh really?” he nodded his head, “i don’t know why but i wouldn’t have pinned you as a choreographer,” he laughed softly, “i think i’ve heard of it, it sounds familiar,” he set the water bottle back down, smiling. he walked over to the vanity sitting in the corner of the room, digging in the pocket of his coat that was sitting there to grab his chapstick. “sure, that sounds cool,” after applying a layer he turned and walked over to him, holding out his hand, “lemme see your phone, i’ll put my number in for you.”

‘  you   have   pot?  ’    it’s   the   first   thing   to   leave   flora’s   lips.   it   wasn’t    like   she   could   fuck   around   with   any   HARD   shit,   that’d   only   make   a   bad   night   worse,   but   a   little   high   wouldn’t   hurt   her,   right?   on   closer   inspection,     though,   the   woman   doubts   dean   will   be   good   for   anything   tonight.   and   flora   has   to   contain   herself.   contain   herself   from   swatting   his   hand   away   from   her,   yes,   1500   thread   count   egyptian   combed   cotton   sheets.   it   takes   her   a   moment   of   gazing   down   at   his   outstretched   palm   before   she   can   muster   up   the   empathy   to   join   him   in   the   bed.   she’s   unsure   if   she’s   more   or   less   comfortable   now,   soles   less   achey   with   the   removal   of   her   heels,     but   the   tightly   clad   dress   not   meshing   well   with   the   comfort      of   her   bedspread.   she’ll   reach   out   a   palm   to   ruffle   through   the   man’s   hair,   almost   laughing   at   his   quarter-life   crisis.   she   mocks   him,      but   only   teasingly  ‘      maybe   it’s   time   you   switch   to   WINE   COOLERS-   hard   lemonades,   you   know,   sweet   shit.   then   you   can   head   home   by   nine.  ’  flora   snickers.

‘  fuck   me,   it’s   been   that   long   already?  ’ she   laughs   a   little,   considering   her   AGE   and   just   how   quickly   the   time   had   passed   between   the   two   of   them.   and   it   wasn’t   like   she’d   put   all   that   effort   into   knowing   dean   either.  ‘  you   know   PLENTY,   you   know,   uh …   what   kind   of   beer   i   like,   my   name,   my …   last   name,   probably—   and   NO   i   don’t   like   watermelon,   i   hate   fruit   minus,   like,    pineapples.  ’    she   sits   up   for   a   moment   if   only   to   take   a   drink.   it’s   late   enough   where   she   won’t   completely   shut   the   man   down,   insist   they   focus   on   getting   fucked   up.  ‘  why   do   you   even   want   to   know ?   like-   it’s   not,   like,   having   some   stupid   trivia   about   me   in   your   utility   belt   will   do    you   any   good,   you’re     better   off   going   back   to   school   or   something.  ’

“Don’t get your hopes up, bud. I can drink like a lot “ Kamiya taking her first swig of the bottle, drinking as much as she can before the burning sensation overwhelms her. She hissed loudly at the taste and shivered a bit, goosebumps covering her skin. She looked over to Dean, he seemed so cocky that he would win the challenge. Apart of her wanted him to win but another wasn’t going to let it happen, her heart has been broken before and she isn’t going to make the same mistake twice.

Though something about him just seemed different from the rest of the men she met. He didn’t look at her the way they would, his hand never lingered too long to make her feel uncomfortable, nor did he ever disrespect her. Most girls would want Dean, the choreographer. She just wanted to be happy for once. “Why are you even so insistent to have me like you, Dean? I just don’t get it. There are so many people in this party and you’re still sticking to the girl who just rejected you.” 

                      DANIELA WATCHED, DETERMINED TO give her honest opinion but it never worked like that. no matter what she really thought, she always told people what she thought they wanted to hear instead. when dean finished, she clapped, a grin on her lips, “that was amazing ! it’s gonna be a great piece.” she had an idea for a paired piece, maybe even with him… what better time to pitch it, right ? “i have an idea for a dance, though it would require two people. have you heard ‘11 minutes’ by yungblug featuring halsey ? it’d be more a contemporary style…” she trailed off with a shrug and looked to the floor. it was probably a stupid idea, not interesting enough. 

“I--to be honest, I’ve been to heaven and I’ve been to hell and god knows where but nothing feels like home, like you.”