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WHEN U FEEL LONELY — K. TŌSEN

➠ DJ! tosen x jamaican! reader

she seh mi deserve a bag ah trophy

FLASHING NEON LIGHTS, bass booming speakers and a sea of bodies meshing together following whatever melody that entered the atmosphere. this was the sight, as well as the life of the famous international dj tosen. DJ-ing just came to tosen naturally, which brought in the crowds of people almost too easily and soon led him to bring gin and some friends along; being the most unstoppable crew in clubs all around the world

“these girls are wild kan! i can’t wait to see what we’ll see tonight” a toothy grin plastered against gin’s lips as the video of girls sitting on their head tops while their legs twisted and turned to the whatever beat that was blasting through the video

“jamaica is one of the best places for a good time, so i don’t think we’ll be disappointed as along as we give them what they want” shuhei chimed it as emerged from the back of the jet and took a seat across from the two

gin was ecstatic for this trip— they weren’t sure if he was excited to play his set or moreover for the amount of girls he was gonna try to take back to hotel, but they definitely knew someone was gonna have to keep an eye on him “especially the girls. you think i’m gonna get a dance while we perform?”

tosen simply shrugged before placing his headphones back on and continuing adjusting the mix he was focused on, mixtures of old school reggae and the newer generation of dancehall to accommodate everyone perfectly. yeah, gin and shuhei joked constantly that he keeps his head down in his laptop he’ll look like yamamoto before he even touch the ripe age of 30. he always disregarded them because they don’t understand he doesn’t get head over heels about every woman he crosses paths with— he just rather have someone understand his passion and why he loves it; that’s his version of finding the one.

after finally landing on the island, they were immediately escorted to a rental car with a driver. they drove through the busy streets of MONTEGO BAY. people of all ages traveling by foot, either heading to/from school, work or to a shop as well as vendors on the roads selling fruits or cds; some even washing people’s cars as they waited for the light. love di vibes by i-octane sounding loudly through the nonstop streets, caused a smile to tease the young dj’s lips

this wasn’t his first visit to jamaica and he just love that he’ll forever feel nostalgic when he’s here— a lot of good memories from his childhood emerged and it felt as if he was boy again running loose through the streets again.

tosen stared aimlessly through the window as the others asked many questions about the island and itself lifestyle towards the driver. it wasn’t like he didn’t have any interest in the small q&a, he just knew majority of the answers to their questions. this wasn’t anything new to him yet he had to act like it was, just for their sake

the trip to the hotel was enjoyable with all the sights and aromas that surrounded the group. the island blew them away in more ways than they would ever imagine. the hotel they were staying for the time being was another breathtaker. the suite was cozy and nicely decorated and to compliment it was a balcony view of the beach; white sands and crystal blue waters occupied by local fishermen while kids played on the beach without a care in the world, what a peaceful sight

tosen stayed clung to the railing of the balcony as the others argued about who was going to claim which room. his eyes soon shone a interest towards the small collection of shops down the roads, deciding a solo adventure wouldn’t hurt anyone.

pushing himself off the railing and reentering the living room, he grabbed from wallet as well his phone and was trucking it to the door

“where you heading off to, kaname?” shuhei asked as he poked his head out of his room curious on his friend’s departure. “just going to see what the local shops have” tosen simply answered and soon gin shoved shuhei out the way, snickering at the ambushed man

“ouu! bring me back some oxtail then! i heard it’s really good!” he licked his lips with an starved look but was soon tackled back into the room, resuming the earlier fight for who was going to claim said room. tosen shook his head at their antics and left without another thought.

tosen was very familiar with the streets of montego bay from his previous experiences. he wouldn’t say jamaica was his original home, however it didn’t change the fact he had relatives from his mother’s side that lived on the tranquil island. luckily enough for him, his mother taught him the native language to avoid being scammed for being a foreigner and blending with the crowd

many shops littered the strip, yet a particular shop caught his attention unintentionally. two mutts laid by the entrance of the shop which painted in a sunset orange with hand-drawn trees and some the island’s popular fruits

he entered the shop and noticed you almost immediately. there you lean forward against the wooden counter doodling away on back of a receipt he thinks, face full of focus that she didn’t sense his presence once he finally reached the front counter. she moved with effortless grace, her sun-kissed skin glowing with a rich, golden undertone that catches the light. her hair cascades in soft waves, framing precise cheekbones and full lips that always seem to carry a knowing smile. her kind eyes, deep and expressive, hold a warmth like the sun that peek through the open shop window

she jumped causing the pen to fly out of her hand and roll off somewhere under the refrigerator. she felt her cheeks warm, “my apologies” she bowed her head quickly, trying to hide her head in your shoulders. a light chuckle tumbled out from him, “mi da one dat frighten you. it’s my apology” he spoke the language fluently, being exact and precise with the accent

“Wah yuh wudda like todeh sir? (what would you like today, sir?)” she offered a kind smile. he didn’t know if she were just being nice since it’s her job, but he could tell her energy was warm.

“Tree spice bun an cheese please” he ordered expertly, he was quite surprised with himself how fluent his patois sounded after all those missed visits and he could tell by the pause she took the wheels in her mind was turning. nevertheless, she rang him up, “$300”

opening his wallet he pulled out $10 and handed it to her, “keep the change” he said before she could correct him the actual price. she paused again, a more quizzical look gracing her features once again

“tank you” you thanked him suspiciously, causing another chest rattling chuckle from the man. she infatuated him immensely to the point now he was the one leaning against the counter, “weh yuh deh pan latah? (what are you doing later?” he genuinely questioned, staring her down seeing if he could find an opening in this slight facade

“mi ah gwan ah mi yaad (im going home)” you answered rocking back and forth on your heels holding his stare, “yuh mussi tink mi foo foo (you must think im foolish)” she kissed her teeth as if she knew what antics he was trying to pull over her. “you’re that international dj that everyone in mobay has been talking constantly about?”

he shrugged his shoulders, demeanor still lax as his shielded eyes clung onto her every movement. “maybe, maybe not but it all depends on if you’ll be attending this club tonight to really get an answer” he slid a half folded flyer your way. she unfolded it and her eyes shifted quickly between it and him

“Mi nuh undastan” she knitted her brows, curious on what he wanted this flyer to do for you. tosen held a sly smirk.

“stop changing the language barrier”

she cleared her throat and decided to be slick, “what do you not understand?” he asked

“what is flyer gonna do for me? it’s just a piece of paper”

“on the back has a personal invitation to my section” he explained

she laughed wholeheartedly causing his eyebrows to raised. he doesn’t recall saying thing particularly funny, so bashfulness settled in slightly “do you do this with all the girls back home?” she teased, picking up on the light sweat on his temple. “n-no! i just wanted you to consider coming out tonight instead of going home”

“i’m only poking fun,” she reassured him with sincerity, “famous dj, yet he gets shy from a simple tease”

“i don’t do a lot of talking with my job”

this peaked her interest again “are you saying this is the most you spoken?”

“yes.”

she pondered a bit, nibbling on her bottom lip before she made her next decision. “hmm it’s only right you get a name for generous invitation. it’s y/n” she properly introduced

“it’s my pleasure to break the ice, y/n” he took your hand; they were calloused yet there was a softness to them. she can say it sort of represented him well as an whole so far; stoic outside persona, but if you took the time to peel his layers back she might avail a more tender side

“so i’ll see you tonight?”

“i’ll make an appearance” she winked before waving him off whilst he exited the shop. for the first time since he started his career, tosen was actually nervous for tonight.

THE BASS thumps through the floor, vibrating beneath the crowd's feet as neon lights pulse in time with the music. the air is thick with the scent of sweat, spilled drinks, and a faint trace of perfume. bodies move in sync, some swaying lazily, others grinding with reckless abandonment.

at the bar, a row of glasses catches the flickering strobe lights, the clink of ice against glass barely audible over the gin’s relentless beat. a bartender, moving with practiced efficiency, pours shots and mixes cocktails for shuhei and a couple of ladies that accompanied him, their hands a blur as they cater to a restless sea of patrons shouting their orders.

in the dark corners offer hushed conversations and stolen glances, where laughter and whispered secrets get lost in the cacophony. the dance floor is the heart of it all—hot, electric, alive. every flicker of colored light catches on sequins, on sweat-dampened skin, on the gleam of lips curved in a knowing smile.

it’s chaos, but the kind that pulls you in, a world where the night stretches endlessly, and reality fades beneath the intoxicating promise of music, movement, and the thrill of the unknown. however, tosen isn’t caught up in this.

he’s caught up in this section with you beside him, talking about whatever came to mind and sharing endless laughs. both don’t know what time it was or how many shots you both equally had, but you knew for a fact the conversation is just flowing between the both of you.

he leans in, his lips close to your ear, his voice a low murmur beneath the pounding bass. "It’s a little loud in here, don’t you think?"

you turn slightly, your eyes catching his in the flashing neon lights, amusement flickering in them. "that’s kind of the point."

he chuckles, tilting his head toward the exit. "true, but i was hoping for a conversation where I don’t have to yell." he gets up and offers a hand towards to accompany him.

your brow lifts, playful skepticism dancing in your expression. "oh? and what exactly do you want to talk about?"

he holds the door open as you both step into the cool night air, the muffled thump of the club’s bass still reverberating behind you. you took a deep breath, tilting your face to the sky, letting the night wash over you.

"needed a break from all that?" you teased, watching him shove his hands into his pockets .

he smirks, rolling his eyes. "oh, please. i’m used to the chaos that goes on in these things."

there was subtle silence yet the heavy bass still hums through the club’s walls behind him, but it didn’t seemed to matter too much out here. under the soft glow of the moonlight, it’s just the two of you.

"didn’t think you’d actually show," he says, flashing her a lopsided grin. his voice is smoother now, stripped of the commanding energy he had behind the decks. he noticed the beach from across the way and ushered her to follow him

she laughs, slow and knowing, tilting her head to the side as she looks up at him during their walk. "i figured i needed a break."

"and here i thought miss y/n was party pooper ." his gaze flicks over to her figure. once they reached the sand, they were quick to take their shoes and start to walk the lengths of the beach.

you stopped by a tree, which happened to have an hammock. you sat back carefully on it, grazing your toes over the cool sand, your voice dropped into a playful whisper. "guess that depends... do i look like i’m all work and no play?"

he joins you without a second thought "not even close."

your smile curves, warm and inviting. "good. then how about you tell me why you didn’t wanna stay in the chaos?" you referred to the club. you didn’t feel too bad stealing him away from his friends but you were curious on how quickly you two became enamored with each other. it hasn’t be an entire 24 hours and you already felt the butterflies in your stomach going into an frenzy being in his presence— mean look at him

the moonlight casted a silver glow over his deep, rich skin, highlighting the sharp angles of his jawline and the curve of his cheekbones. his eyes, dark and intense, catch the faint glimmer of the stars above, holding a quiet depth that seems to pull everything around him into focus.

the night breeze ruffles his locs that he let hang freely, and the faintest hint of a smile lingers at the corner of his full lips, like he knows something the world doesn’t. his broad shoulders and strong frame are relaxed, yet there’s an effortless power in the way he stands—calm, confident, like a man who is entirely at ease in his own skin.

the world around him is bathed in quiet, but he commands attention without a single word. in the soft glow of the night, he looks like something carved from midnight itself—strong, striking, and unforgettable.

you became flustered with your thoughts of him and thought it best to focus on the ocean ahead. waves crashed onshore as if begging for your attention long ago— the blue water glimmered just like the stars above, like a friendly competition on who can outshine the other

“the beach brings me a peace that i can’t ever pay for. my mother always told me to find someone that brings that same feeling” his voice is low and smooth, if it was any quieter it could’ve been one with the gently breeze

you turned towards him again, tilting your head with a gentle smile. “you’re a simple man, tosen” he watches you for a beat, the way your lips curve into that innocent smile makes his heart almost want to flutter out of his chest and right into your hands

“is that a bad thing?” he questioned, gentle and curious as he adjust himself to lay down. his embrace is open to you and you nuzzle into him

the hammock sways gently, cradling you both in a slow, rhythmic motion as the night air hums with the sounds of rustling leaves and distant waves. your head rests against his chest, the steady rise and fall of his breathing soothing, like a quiet lullaby. his fingers trace lazy circles along the bare skin of your backless dress, his touch light, almost absentminded, but you feel every stroke, every whisper of warmth against your skin.

“no, mi just like dat bout you.. and you in general” you confessed

he wished he could stay in this hammock all morning with you against his chest, but the reality of his job could never let him have such a luxury. he found it ironic how the world could give him almost anything he would want, but not what he truly need. meeting you was the greatest pleasure in his years of living, not one woman could compare to the beauty you held within your heart nor in your body— one of a kind and the tortuous thought of leaving without you, made his head hurt and stomach twist, it was an sickening feeling

he didn’t know how to tell you this would be your last time seeing due to his next flight being later that afternoon. he felt guilty to earn access to your heart, just for it to be left here right on this beach with his

“i leave in a few hours” he broke the sound silence and for a second he thought he felt you wince at those words, making him nauseous for a moment

“when will i see you again?” your voice was barely above a whisper. they felt fragile as if you gave anymore power to them, his time would go from hours to seconds. you tilted your head up to him and you both didn’t realized how close you truly were.

the moment hangs heavy between you, thick with unspoken words and the weight of uncertainty. his hand finds your waist, fingers pressing gently as if memorizing the shape of you, unsure if he’ll ever get to touch you again. you don’t move away. don’t stop him. but you don’t lean in, either.

Still, he takes the risk.

his lips meet yours, slow at first—hesitant, searching—until the need overwhelms him. the kiss deepens, raw and urgent, pouring everything he can’t say into the space between them. but yet he wants you to feel that he will see you again. his fingers slide up your spine, pulling you closer, but there’s still a flicker of distance, an edge of hesitation in the way you respond.

for a moment, just a moment, you kiss him back—soft but fleeting, like a whisper of something that could be. then you slacken. a sharp inhale. a lingering pause.

When he finally pulls away, his breath is unsteady, his forehead resting against yours. he searches your eyes, hopeful and yearning. “i’m not sure, but i’ll be back” hoping this glimmer of hope you can take for now and hound until his return

“you promise?” you breathlessly asked, small and hopeful and that’s all he truly needed from you.

“i’m a man of honor as well as a man of my word. i promise you, y/n”

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