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i.
the sun had disappeared into the horizon. the sky a mixture of blues and black, stars dusted the sky like specs of glitter on blue silk. the dusk air blew, gently nipping at cheng xiaoshi's skin and tousling his raven locks. his navy blue dress shirt tucked underneath his black pants, paired with shiny leather loafers of the same color.
cheng xiaoshi's school was throwing a massive farewell party for the seniors, cheng xiaoshi included. it would be the last time cheng xiaoshi and his colleagues would step on the premises.
the party was held at the academy's auditorium. the space was vast and usually used to hold seminars. but that night, the lights dimmed, the only source of light was from the flashy colorful bulbs hung from above. reds, yellows, blues, greens, etc. a silver disco ball hung between the streams of colorful streamers and lights, which purpose was only for decoration.
cheng xiaoshi was instantly reminded of why he detested parties when he first step foot into the conference hall. if it weren't for qiao ling forcing him, he would have been laying in bed watching his favorite tv shows in the comfort of his home by then.
"cheng xiaoshi?" qiao ling's voice interrupted the raven's train of thoughts. "what are you doing out here?"
"i am not enjoying this, qiao ling." the male said, but to only get an awkward smile from the girl in return.
"come on, idiot." qiao ling tugged at his arm, pulling him back into the auditorium with her. "you are obviously not going to enjoy the party if you're out here standing in the parking lot."
ii.
once again, cheng xiaoshi found himself between the swarm of bodies. he scrunched his nose when he found out that qiao ling had dragged the boy inside only to be gone amongst the crowd the second after. the music was loud, and there were way too many people to his liking. cheng xiaoshi decided not to go look for qiao ling.
the raven haired leaned against the wall, taking in the sight right in front of him. everyone seemed content, could it perhaps be due to the alcohol? he sieved through the crowd, some people were dancing, some people were chattering away. his eyes soon landed on a certain person standing amongst the crowd who looked like he was not having it either.
his fluffy white locks sat above his azure eyes. his body was tall and lean. white dress shirt tucked under his black pants, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. on his right hand was a flute of champagne which he would occasionally sip from.
for a second, cheng xiaoshi had forgotten about the ocean of bodies sandwiching him, the blaring music from the gigantic speakers, and the urge of wanting to go home. right then and there, he only wanted to get to know more about the young man standing a distance away from him. something about him seemed to be pulling cheng xiaoshi toward him, like an unsuspecting animal getting lured into a trap. heedlessly, cheng xiaoshi began making his way toward him.
besides, the night is still young.