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“Did you come here with someone?” She shyly looked up at him from under lashes, her hands idly fiddling with the paper from her straw. Dean felt his jaw clench, and the grip on his drink slightly tighten at her voice. While her question seemed innocent and merely a conversation starter, Dean had felt her eyes on him ever since he and his friends entered the bar. Dean was hesitant to outright lie; he knew that he could feign ignorance and say that he’d come with his sister or any of their collective friends. But he knew that wasn’t what she was asking. It also didn’t help that, when entering the bar, a lot of them had come coupled up and were holding hands. The only one who hadn’t been in a couple was Pharm and, well… he honestly didn’t want to bother the other when they were all supposed to be having fun. Inwardly sighing, he decided to take a chance at fibbing, giving a small nod and sipping his drink. He desperately hoped she took his quite attitude as off-putting and left him alone.
She, however, was not easily deterred. “Ah, I did see you come in with your friends! They all made such cute couples, honestly!” She gave a small giggle at this before continuing, “ Well, I came with my friends too, but they’re having fun on their own. This type of place isn’t really my scene; I’m not much of a partier.” After this, she took a small sip of her drink and idly scooted her seat closer to Dean. Dean found himself wondering either how confident she was or if she thought she was genuinely discrete. “You also don’t look this is really your type of scene. Did you come with your friends too?” Dean idly wondered if he could get up and run to the bathroom in a bid to get away, but the girl seemed like the type to wait by the bathroom door for him.
The girl must have taken his silence as both entertaining and permission to continue flirting because she merely giggled before scooting her seat closer so that they were nearly touching shoulders. “Ah, you don’t seem like much of a talker, hm? That’s okay; Waan doesn’t mind!” Before Dean knew it, he felt one of her manicured hands gently rest on his arm. Tensing, he was beginning to resign himself to the inevitable doom of the girl continuously flirting when he heard a call of his name.
“Dean, where have you been?” Both Waan and Dean turned to see nonother than Pharm walking towards them, his signature smile in place. Pharm was truly a sight to behold; he had decided to wear a black dress with a fishnet top that showed off his collarbone and neck magnificently. Pharm had also opted to wear a long dark brown wig with bouncy curls alongside his outfit, and Dean found himself enraptured with how well they framed his heart-shaped face. He was brought out of his reverie when he felt Waan’s hand tighten its grip on his arm.
Shifting his gaze from her death-like grip on his arm to her face, he could see that, while she still had a smile in place, the corner of her lips was tense, and her eyes had begun to narrow minutely.
Pharm slid himself into the seat on the other side of Dean, his gaze alternating from Dean to Waan. “Oh, have you made a friend already? You’re always so popular even when quiet!” Pharm commented with a slight laugh before leaning over Dean and giving a smile to Waan. “Hello, I’m Pharm! I’m sorry if he’s been super quiet, Dean has work tomorrow, but he came here to celebrate my birthday. He really is the best,” at this Pharm slid his hand over Dean’s and slowly interlocked their fingers. “I’m fortunate to have him with me.” Staring straight at him, Pharm brought their interlocked fingers to his mouth and brushed a gentle kiss across Dean’s knuckles.
Dean felt like he was having an out of body experience. He could vaguely feel Waan releasing his arm and spluttering next to him, but all he could focus on was the lingering feel of Pharm’s lips on his knuckles.
Waan standing up snapped Dean out of his dream-like state, “Well, I hope you enjoy the rest of your night Dean. You should keep a watch on your partner too. I’ve seen them dancing and flirting with just about everyone in here.” Waan gave a huff and, with a dramatic flourish of hair and skirt, disappeared into the crowd of dancers in the bar.
As soon as she disappeared, Pharm released Dean’s hand and gave a light laugh. “Dean, you looked like you were truly suffering before I came over here! Even though you’re so quiet, you’re still much too nice!” Dean tried to ignore the cold sinking feeling in his chest at Pharm releasing his hand and shook his head. “I didn’t want to cause a scene, this is your birthday after all,” he mumbled before busying his hands with his drink; he felt like, if his hands weren’t busy, he would become too bold and try to hold Pharm’s hand himself. “Thank you for the help, though.”
He could feel Pharm’s eyes lingering on him as he took another sip from his drink. Just as he was about to ask what was on his mind, Pharm suddenly exclaimed, “Dean, take a picture with me!” Dean’s eyes were wide as he took in Pharm’s excited expression. It wasn’t abnormal for Pharm to want to take pictures with others, but his request seemed to come out of nowhere. Dean raised an eyebrow but gave a nod of agreement. “Mm, let’s take a picture.”
Giving another smile that set Dean’s heart on fire, Pharm took out his phone and opened his camera. “Get closer, get closer! We can’t take a picture if you’re all the way over there!” Pharm laughed before scooting himself even closer to Dean. Dean inwardly sighed before moving to where he was leaning right over Pharm’s shoulder. He was close enough to smell Pharm’s sweet strawberry perfume, and he desperately hoped that he didn’t look as if he was seconds from pushing his face into Pharm’s neck to get more of the intoxicating scent.
“Okay, now make a cute face, hm? Ah, but that won’t be a problem for you since you’re always so cute!” Pharm laughed before bringing his phone up and snapping a few pictures. They stayed in that position for a few moments, taking multiple pictures. Then Dean felt Pharm slightly shift his head and, rather suddenly, he felt soft lips press against his cheek. Dean could feel his eyes widen, and the top of his cheeks begin to burn before he heard the final “SNAP” of Pharm’s camera.
“Mm, I bet that’s going to be the best picture we took, hm?” Pharm whispered gently against Dean’s cheek. Dean found himself unconsciously shaking his head before clearing his throat. Turning to stare at Pharm, their faces inches apart; he answered, “Mm, an okay picture. But...the lighting is off. We should try it again.” Pharm gave a surprised laugh, “Dean, we haven’t even seen the picture yet!” But Dean was determined “We should try again, the lighting wasn’t good. We might have to try many times even.” Pharm hummed in amusement before giving Dean a quick peck on his lips. “Yes, yes; I suppose we should make sure we get the perfect picture.”
