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It was a school dance or something, being held on his birthday. Funny, he's supposed to have his own party, but here he is now.
It's not like he's not enjoying it, he does. But it's kinda boring because he doesn't have a dance partner.
His supposed-to-be dance partner—Jo is nowhere to be seen. Or maybe he already has a new one? Who knows.
And the person he's attracted to—Nicholas is already kissing his dance partner, someone’s quite taller than him. He doesn't care who that is, it should've been him. Ew.
Other than the two, he doesn't have any other choices. He's actually quite famous, his fans are everywhere—not to brag—but he didn't have that many friends. Even if he did, most of them are gonna already have a partner.
So, he just stands there avoiding the crowd, looks like a fucking nerd—no hate intended—and just waves if someone greets him.
Suddenly, he felt someone tap his shoulder, he turned to see who that was. It's Maki– this kid, he's already asking him to be his dance partner almost every day since the announcement. Yuma always rejects him, but he always shows up to him asking the same question.
Maki, he's actually a good kid– not really, he's nice to everyone but him. He’s annoying and has this bitchy attitude towards him—though he doesn't know why—but it's in his thought that this kid is a little too obsessed with him. That's why he rejects him.
“Looks like someone didn't have a dance partner, huh? You shouldn't have turned down my invitation.” That cocky smile. Who does he think he is?
He scoffs, “I better be that nerd dance partner than yours.” Fuck, why am I saying that? That nerd is no better than him. More scary.
“Oh? Go off, then. Dance with him, I wanna see.” Shit.
He glances at that nerd in a corner who's been eyeing him since then. He shudders. Nope.
“What took you so long? Scared?”
He sighs, “Okay, you win. Ask me out again.”
Maki chuckles, “Guess I made up my mind, I'm gonna find a new one.” Oh, fuck you, really.
Yuma grits his teeth, “Fine.”
He wanted to walk out but before he could, Maki held his hand.
“Hey! Sorry, I was joking.” He laughs. Not funny.
‘You're not funny.”
“Sure, sure. So, do you want to be my dance partner tonight?” He smiles, handing his hand. Looks like a genuine smile, he thinks.
“If you ask, so, yes.” He said as he held his hand.
And with that, they're starting to blend in with the crowd.
This time is for slow dancing; the classical music starts to blast at the same time everyone faces their partner. I hate this one.
He faced Maki, who easily placed his hands on his waist; he didn't say a thing. So Yuma awkwardly put his hands on Maki’s shoulder. They slowly move along with the music.
This is so painstakingly awkward that he can't look at Maki’s eyes. Instead, he looks at every feature Maki has.
He has black hair with a slick back, exposing his forehead. He even did an eyebrow slit on his left eyebrow, that does something to Yuma. He’s not gonna lie, though, that looks hot– next! A high nose bridge, a pop-out cheekbones, and a sharp jaw. Looks like god has favoritism. He counted the moles he had; there were two in each of his cheeks– that's all he could see. And the last one is his lips, it’s plumpy– alright, moving on.
He looks down at his outfit. It’s full black, with a hint of silver around his neck– a necklace. Fancy.
The outer has a hole in the right arm, giving off such a vibe. Also, it's a v-neck. Showing a little bit of his torso and that’s—again—really hot. He gulps. God blessed his birthday.
If he said Maki wasn’t hot, he'd be lying. He is always hot. Even just wearing a basic school uniform. Even his hair is messy. Even he's covered with sweat after playing basketball with Jo that day– wait, what?
“What are you looking at?”
He snaps out. Crap, he's been busted.
“Uh, nothing.” He looks away, anything but Maki’s eyes.
“I know I'm hot.”
Finally, he looks at Maki’s eyes. “Huh? Who said that?” He chuckles. Nervous.
“Your eyes tell.”
“Whatever.”
This takes so long—it's only been two songs—Yuma can't take that. Not when Maki pulled him closer.
“What the–”
“Shh, just move along.”
Oh, he's so ready to explode right now. The awkwardness ran through him like crazy. But Maki, on the other side, doesn't seem to feel awkward. He definitely enjoys it.
He breathes in and out, trying to enjoy it too. Let's put the awkwardness aside.
He’s thinking about other things. Maki and the dance. He can say that Maki is a good dancer. The way he's able to balance Yuma’s moves without a single trip.
Speaking of his years of dancing—again, not to brag—it’s difficult to be balanced with someone for the first time without practice, so in conclusion, Maki is a good dancer.
Okay, maybe thinking about Maki as a good dancer does help him. He became more relaxed and slowly enjoyed the dance. He even put a little smile on his face.
They danced for about two more songs until the MC broke it by saying that their school band would be performing next. That means they're close to the end of the event. He pulled away from Maki’s hold and sighed in relief.
Everyone starts forming a circle, knowing the song the band performed would be Dance, Dance by Fall Out Boy. Yuma loves the song, but not when everyone will dance like crazy, he hates it. He avoids the circle, even staying away from Maki.
But Maki would never let him go that easy, of course. He grabs Yuma’s hand and brings him to the circle.
“What are you–”
He’s been pushed by Maki to the center of the circle, all eyes on him. Fuck you, Maki. It’s when the music started, he began to dance along with it. Using his years of experience in dance, he hits every beat on it. And when others join him at the center, he slowly goes out of there.
He doesn't know what others think of him, he doesn't care. But being pushed and becoming the center of attention makes him really mad.
He walked towards Maki who was smiling at him. What's that smile supposed to mean? Did he think it's funny?
“Hey, that was so–”
“Don't do that to me again.” He said with emphasis on every word as he grabbed Maki’s shirt. He then pushed him and walked out, leaving Maki behind.
“Yuma, wait!”
He got so angry right now. He likes dancing, he always does. But he didn't like being the center of attention. Seeing how many eyes were on him, it was like he'd been humiliated in front of everyone.
He didn't know where to go, so he just went to the toilet– with Maki running behind him. Can't he just leave me alone?
“Yuma–”
“What?! Are you happy after pushing me to the crowd?! When it was still quiet?! Making everyone look at me like I was a fucking criminal?!” That's it. He really exploded. Tears slowly falling down his cheeks.
“I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean that–”
He scoffs, “You didn't mean that?? Funny.”
“Hey, let me finish it first, okay?”
“Say it.”
He exhales, “Yuma, I apologize. Sorry. I really didn't mean to make you feel that way. I just wanted to make you dance because I know you love to, and I want to see it.”
“But your way is wrong…”
“I know, I'm so sorry.” He steps closer, wipes his tears, and caresses his cheeks. Yuma couldn't say no.
He closed his eyes in response to that, trying to calm himself down. Maybe I was just overreacting? I don't know.
“Are you okay now?”
He nodded.
“I have something for you, wait– don't open your eyes yet.” He waits as Maki tells him to. What is it? Is he trying to do something annoying to him again?
“Now, open your eyes.”
Yuma opens his eyes and looks at Maki, who gestures to him to look down.
He's holding a tiny box; it’s black with a silver bow wrapped around it.
“Happy birthday, Yuma. Sorry for being a bitch to you.” He's grinning. That stupid grin.
He looks up and down between Maki and the box.
“Are you serious? Is this not some kind of your prank?” He can’t believe him just yet.
“I'm one hundred percent serious, open it.”
Yuma takes the box and opens it, there's a pair of earrings and a ring. Everything is in silver, definitely his type.
“I know you like to wear accessories, so there it is. Do you like it?”
‘Do you like it?’ Of course, I do. He knows too well about me. He knows I like dancing, he knows my birthday, and now he knows I like to wear accessories.
Maybe I was really just overreacting before. Well.
“Yuma? So, do you like it?” Maki waved his hand in front of his face.
Fuck it, Maki.
He puts the box in his pocket and tiptoes to reach Maki’s face. He kissed him.
Maki’s eyes widened. God. This is what he wanted. He kissed him back and put his arms around Yuma’s waist.
Yuma licked the other lips, initiating a deeper kiss. And Maki would obviously love to. Their tongues fight with each other, insisting on who has control over the kiss– both of them have control of it.
Maki swiftly lifted him and placed him in the toilet sink. Yuma gasps. They took a breather for a moment and looked at each other without a single word coming from both mouths.
Yuma—again—initiated to kiss him first, more intimate than before. Looks like someone forgot they're still at school. Who cares.
He slips his hands into Maki’s shirt, touching his godly chest that has been on his mind for the past hour. As for Maki, he just rubs Yuma’s waist up and down.
They pull away after hearing a noise from the outside. Party’s over.
Maki smiles, “Let's go? I’ll drive you home.”
“Put me down first.”
“After you put your hands off my chest, Yuma.” He chuckles. Oops.
Yuma flushes. He gets his hands off Maki’s chest and puts it on his shoulder instead. With that, Maki finally put him down.
He took Yuma’s hand to hold, ready to go. But before they go, they hear another noise coming from one of the toilet cubicles.
“Um, sorry for interrupting. Are you guys done? Can y’all help me? I've been stuck in this toilet for the past hour.” It’s– Jo. There he is. So that's why he doesn't show up to him.
“Jo???”
—
After they help Jo get out of the toilet cubicle—with the officer helping, for sure—Maki really drives him home.
It’s quiet on the drive home—not really—sometimes Yuma directs the way to his house. But that's just it, no conversation between them. And there’s a radio playing popular songs of the day to fill the void.
After some time, they arrived in front of Yuma’s house. But I wish it was a bit longer.
“Thank you for driving me home, Maki. And thank you for the gift too.” He smiles.
“Thank you for being my dance partner tonight, Yuma.” He smiles too.
“Oh, wait! I forgot.” He said as he reached to take something from the back seat. What again?
“Here.”
An invitation– his birthday party invitation. Oh? They were only 10 days apart? How did he not know that? Or more like he doesn't care at first.
“Don't forget to come, I'll wait.” He grins.
“Will do, Maki. See ya.” He stole a light kiss for closure. Then get out of the car like nothing happens.
While the person he stole the kiss froze out.
“I like him even more for that.”