#whom

Masked DJ with the body of a fucking god everyone has been lusting after until one night you’re out living your best life and he plays a set. Sweat dripping down those massive arms, few droplets caught on the trail of dark hair over his stomach. He’s killing it and you simultaneously. Crowd is pulsing. Vibes are vibing.

Somehow you end up backstage of course because you’ve caught his attention. Said attention is rather too much to handle ya know?

Who is he?!

I don't know

what I'm doing?

What I was thinking?

What is happening?

When I was sleeping?

When I'm awakening?

Whom I was talking?

Whom I'm ghosting?

Which things are mine?

How time is changing?

Why I'm living?

Where this is going?

Yosuke thought: Huh— Who the heck told you that I do that?!