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love to see you shine in the dark like the diamond you are.
and there he goes, downing yet another glass of whatever that pesky brunette girl offered, her right hand twirling her hair in mid-air while sunghoon had his hand on her thigh, caressing it from time to time as he leans in to probably say something innocent or coy that made the young lady toss her head back from snickering.
ni-ki watches silently, sharp eyes fixated on the girl's back with so much intensity if he had laser eyes she probably would have joined the dust on the floor, in form of ashes, since the first minute the two had started talking. ni-ki shifts his gaze from observing how sunghoon's expression change so quickly from a lazy grin to a smirk, then down to his hand which is by now, dangerously close on the hem of the girl's red fitting dress.
i'm good on the side, it's alright,
ni-ki tugs on his collar, suddenly feeling the dryness of his throat so he takes a sip on his own until it's left empty. smiling as soon as he felt the liquid burning his throat. he liked it, it was painful but it felt nice. it made him feel something.
just hold me in the dark.
"are you really alright?"
"ni-ki san!" ni-ki snaps out of it, tearing his eyes away from the two to see jake hovering close to him. the booming system of the club overpowering his thick accent. his brows were knitted together, taking the empty glass from ni-ki's hand and replacing him with a random pretty cocktail. "you've been spacing out, you good there?" jake, despite the poor lighting clearly had a small frown etched on his face. "yeah. all good hyung." ni-ki says dismissively, jake pats him by the shoulder, seemingly convinced with a smile then went back with his conversation with felix and chan who was probably having a deep conversation about business or kangaroos.
there's nothing special really. just a typical saturday night wherein jake got bored and invited the two to go clubbing. they often go club-hopping whenever the three of them are free and it's been a while since they were because ni-ki has been very busy with college. he's graduating this month so he has to make sure that he passes all of his requirements on time. no way in hell is he gonna take chances and delay his graduation. sunghoon, on the other hand, had so much on his plate, aside from working in jay's company, he had a lot of photoshoots to attend to because he's been getting a lot of offers from the past weeks. and well, there's jake. who is most of the time sailing a yacht in hawaii or just goofing around with god knows who here in korea.
by now, sunday dawn, since the clock hits a quarter past 12, the 3 friends were busy with their own engagements as they sat in their tight leather pants at a local pub near jake's village. well, except ni-ki who refuse to make interactions at all. he can even feel the stares from approximately 6 strangers whom he refused to share a drink with earlier. the place is decent, the atmosphere itself can make you dizzy. it's a wide space, dark and poorly lit just like any typical club. but what makes it different from any other club is that you can fuck with anyone you like without being judged, without being thrown out.
ni-ki chuckles to himself, taking a sip on the cocktail jake has offered him a few minutes ago before returning his gaze once more, only to meet sunghoon’s eyes already staring back at him, as he wraps his strong arms around the girl’s waist, pulling her close this his chest to deepen the kiss. ni-ki stares back, his thumb unconsciously brushing with his lower lip as he returns the stare at sunghoon with the same intensity, giving him all the attention he wanted.
ni-ki watched how sunghoon smirked into the kiss, the girl’s back was facing him giving him the perfect view to clearly see sunghoon’s beautiful face under red neon lights. it was breathtaking- seeing him all riled up, frustrated and excited. sunghoon has always been impatient when it comes to these things. he gets bored easily, wants to finish quickly just so he can hop off to find a new one and start over again. and it's endearing to think that no matter how many times they did it, sunghoon always comes back.
ni-ki grimace, trying his best to stay calm and collected but it's impossible, no matter how hard he tries especially when park fucking sunghoon is staring at you with so much lust in his dark eyes. ni-ki chokes down a sob, he can feel his pants tight, having to see how sunghoon tenderly roam his hands all over this girl’s body. he imagines it was him, him who was being held, he imagines himself being so close he can feel sunghoon’s breathing against his ear, whispering how good he is, feel his heartbeat against his own, he wanted to feel his hands crawling on his skin, he wants his body bruised with sunghoon’s kisses, he wants to feel sunghoon’s sharp fangs abusing the crook of his neck. he wants it bad. he wants it so much it's driving him insane.
no ones got to know what we do, hit me up when you're bored
niki tilts his head back, craning his neck on the headboard to close his eyes in an attempt to calm his raging heart, indulging his intoxicated mind with the thoughts of the night how he met park sunghoon.
"take him out." a man dressed in a suit orders, his glare stern as he looks down at sunghoon with pure hatred and disgust.
"no need.” sunghoon snorts, side- glancing the boy who happened to be this man's son. apparently, sunghoon had his tongue down on this pretty boy's throat who his father referred to as "what the fuck are you doing kim sunoo?!"
sunghoon bitterly spits on the floor, nearly hitting the man’s shoe, just because he felt like the need to and because this old man got him the blue balls. if it weren't for the pretty boy's daddy who had his buff bodyguards who forcefully separated from their hot sesh, sunghoon would have gotten inside his pants by now. but, nooo. he just had to interrupt on the best part. "i'll leave." sunghoon continues, a shit-eating grin on his face before pulling kim sunoo by the neck, placing a hot peck before standing up, throwing the old man a cheeky grin as he waves him goodbye. the man looked constipated, telling his guards to never let that boy near his property again.
ni-ki watched from afar, a mischievous grin etched on his lips. he’s just my fucking type.
watching the handsome boy with tight-fitting pants as he walks toward the exit. despite not hearing the dialogues, he had a clear grasp of what happened. without thinking twice, he abandons his expensive drink, chasing his new one.
"that was a good show." and there, ni-ki stood tall behind the handsome man who was busy searching for his keys from his pockets only to let out a groan when he realized that his friend dropped him off. sunghoon turns around to follow where the voice was coming from, once he did, his pupils dilated. the owner of the voice looked extremely beautiful in a white button-down shirt and black jeans. sunghoon took his time, savoring whatever the gods send him. and he was thankful, thanking his lucky stars, and promised to do good for the next 2 days. so he starts, shamelessly checking him out, from his eyes, lingering for a few unnecessary seconds on his lips, lowering to his slender neck, down to every inch of his body. he looked ethereal under the moonlight. he could just take him there and there. "i'm glad you find a man being cock blocked entertaining..” sunghoon muses, chuckling as he looks up to lock eyes with the god himself standing not so far in front of him. it so beautiful, this boy’s eyes. sunghoon loved how intense they were, sharp and unwavering.
“help me in return?” he offers, hand tucked in his pocket, eyes still locked on ni-ki. he talks with all seriousness, fog escaping his beautiful plump pink lips. ni-ki smiles, amused upon noticing the frustrated poor thing tenting his tight pants. ni-ki winces, it looked uncomfortable. raising his car keys in front, giving it a light shake.
he was more than willing to help.
“my place then.”
sunghoon can’t wait.
though he helped clean up the car the next day,
bought ni-ki some bungeo-ppang for breakfast,
and the other next days as well.
soon after, when sunghoon’s bored, he found a little friend he can play with who lives down the street.
cause i live down the street, when we meet when you need it, it's yours.
“OH SHIT! SUNGHOON’S GETTING IT!” jake howls, ni-ki didn’t bother to move. he blinks his eyes open to stare at the plain black ceiling as if it's so special to look at.
it burns.
ni-ki felt an arm on his shoulder, not long after he can feel jake shaking him with so much energy, so much excitement, it makes ni-ki want to just take the strongest alcohol there is and chug it til he collapses.
“ni-ki san, ni-ki san, ni-ki san!” the australian boy was practically jumping on his seat, he can hear the other 2 australians howling in the background. this isn’t something new, and ni-ki isn’t even surprised how overly joyed jake is. he always was, for some reason, he liked it when sunghoon gets dicked down or vice versa. sunghoon, whenever the trio goes out, there was never a day he did not have anyone to fuck. it was normal, and it’s easy because he is park fucking sunghoon. and it's no surprise that he can get whoever he wants regardless of gender without even trying. ni-ki took deep breaths, jake and the others finally died down and continued with whatever they were doing. ni-ki finally decided to have fun as well, no point of coming here if he’s just gonna sit all night right? so, it's decided, now he just needs to find a handsome dude and take this person to a motel and ghost him before the sun rises.
the moment he decided to sit up, he saw a boy standing in front of him, that was easier than i thought. just in time. white slacks and a button-down black polo, he looked ravishing. his prominent features sharp and visible despite the dark surrounding.
“can i buy you a drink?” the man says, voice basked in honey. ni-ki finally agrees and didn’t miss such familiarity with his accent and is quick to pick up. “or we can have ramen in my place.” ni-ki answers in japanese making the boy in front of him bite his lip, his eyes glinting.
“haruto watanabe.”
“i’ll keep that in mind.” ni-ki chuckles, eyeing him suggestively before standing up.
and just like that sunghoon was finally out of ni-ki’s sight,
ni-ki was out of his.
but it doesn't matter,
because sunghoon knows no one will ever make ni-ki feel good,
no one will ever make nishimura riki feel better other than park sunghoon himself.