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" Oh my god, you're the worst party pooper I've met in my entire life! Come on, you lazy ass, let's go dance! "
One of his friends, Tle, tried to convince the black haired male to accompany them on the dance floor, but he politely refused for the hundredth time, because he wasn't feeling the need to go there and clearly was not in the mood. Not even close.
" Your loss. See you in some hours, guys! "
Max, another friend of his, shouts and with that - they leave together with their partners to the dance floor, immediately infiltrating themselves in the crowded area.
To be honest, Net actually never planned to leave his house today because he had different plans, such as watching some movies and sleeping. But here he is, with his two drunk best friends and their partners that are swinging their bodies on the dance floor now as if their lives depend on it, another sober friend Latte, who will most likely drive everyone home. And an unbothered Zee - the dad of the group, that was too busy to eye the bartender that was totally uninterested in him.
" How much you bet the bartender is gonna call the police on Zee if he doesn't stop eye fucking him? " Latte half whispers, enough for the mentioned man to hear, and laughs together with Net when he's flipping them off.
After a quiet long period of time when he really got bored and was ready to get up and go home, he felt himself being dragged by Max in the epicenter of the dance floor that was packed full with sweaty bodies moving in the rhythm of the music. Latte just smiled sympathetically from his seat while Zee smirked. He tried to protest and to tell the older that he wants to go home, but the other one seemed not to care too much. Hell, he was ready to literally go back to his seat, but the circle of strangers just started cheering louder when they saw Max approaching them with a new addition. Net was not fond at all by this idea.
When he started to get along somehow with the others, Max literally disappeared in the thin air and Net started to panic a little bit, because Tle was nowhere to be seen and Nat wasn't even paying attention to him. But after a couple seconds of panicking for no reason - Net saw Max next to the DJ, whispering something in his ear and nodding happily after. That rascal definitely planned something, because even his boyfriend Nat rolled his eyes, but still smiled.
Seizing the opportunity to sneak out of the packed room and back to his table, he turned on his heels and was ready to leave, when he suddenly bumped into someone. Net was ready to curse at the drunk ass that literally threw himself into him, but his words froze in his throat when his eyes met another pair of big black eyes that were looking at him with a hint of fear and sadness. It was a male, a very gorgeous male. His blonde hair was a little bit curly and fluffy, long enough to fall in his eyes, his lips in a pale pink shade with gloss applied on them. Net realized that he stares at him too much, but the male in front of him was doing the same. When their eyes met, he felt something aching in his chest because the stranger's eyes were puffy from crying.
Or maybe he just imagined it.
He wanted to apologize and go immediately back to his table, because he felt that some more stares and he will fall for the beautiful stranger, when suddenly, the DJ announced a short pause that lasts only for less than a minute and the next track that was a request and a " special dedication for a friend". Net immediately knew what his best friend did and what song will be played next. With the corner of his eye, he saw Max already huging Nat, ready to dance. But still made eye contact with him for some seconds and smirked, motioning towards the blonde boy. A little bit confused, he turns back towards the stranger and he feels a pair of hands on his shoulders, that latter crossed on his neck.
Well, that was a bit of a shocker for Net.
" Dance with me, only this song. I want to forget about myself for a little bit.... Please. "
The shorter whispered and looks at him with pleading eyes. Whatever was the reason, he felt the need to accept his request. How could Net even refuse him? In seconds, the room was filled with a very familiar song and for the first time since they met, the still unknown boy smiled wide, satisfied with the song that started booming in the full room.
" Oh, this is my favorite song, - the boy smiles, dimples making themselves known. - My name is JJ, by the way. "
He whispers dangerously close to Net's ear and smiles innocently after, as if nothing happened. Net only hugs him closer by placing his hands on his hips and starts moving their bodies in sync, along with the music. JJ's hands moved up and tangled in Net's quite long and soft hair, starting to play with some black strands.
The world around them disappeared and it seemed like time stopped as they were starring in each other's eyes, losing themselves in their dark oceans. They were living in their own universe now, even if they knew each other for only some minutes. JJ didn't even bother to ask for his name, it was enough for him that the tall guy accepted to share one dance with him. His big hands were placed perfectly on his hips and JJ swore he felt so protected in that moment.
" You seem upset, princess. Something happened? "
Net asks and the shorter scoffs displeased, but not uncomfortable. The taller male was testing the waters by calling with that nickname.
Safe to say it passed.
" Broke up with my boyfriend not too long ago. Turned out he was a liar, cheater and a big manipulator. "
JJ rolls his eyes and pouts, while Net was barely holding back not to kiss those rosy, pink, plump lips. The little to no alcohol in his system started to make it's effect.
Finally.
" Oh, he's really an asshole. How can someone ever hurt such an angel? Unimaginable. "
Net says, already feeling tipsy both from the alcohol and sweet perfume that the shorter was wearing. JJ laughs wholeheartedly at that, the sound a beautiful melody to Net's ears.
" Well, I'm not exactly an angel, you pretty boy. "
JJ whispers yet again, dangerously close to his lips this time. Net blushes at his words like a madman. God bless they're in a dim lit room of a club and somewhere else where the other could see how flushed he was.
" I don't believe you. Where did you hide your wings, huh? "
Net continues his " angel JJ " agenda and the said boy throws his head back, laughing. Shame be damned, the taller male immediately places a short kiss on JJ's exposed skin of his perfectly pale neck. The next moment, he feels a pair of soft lips on his own, chapped ones.
The kiss was sweet and the rest of the night was a blur.
Next morning Net woke up, feeling his head almost exploding. He barely manages to open his eyes, adjusting them to the sun rays filling the big room. Net closes his eyes back, his hands wandering around his bed to find his own phone so he can call Latte and ask how he got home, because he doesn't remember anything.
But instead of his phone, Net's hand pats another body and his eyes shot wide open yet again. On the right side of the bed, hidden under the fluffy covers of his own bed - was laying another warm body, only the slightly curly mop of blonde hair was showing. Net immediately remembered who the other boy was, blush creeping to his cheeks immediately.
As JJ felt himself being watched, he stirred in his sleep, turning around and removing the covers a bit off himself, revealing his pale back to Net. The other man stared in awe and a tiny bit of shock, eyes glued to the faint scars on the each side on the other boy's spine.
As if he really had wings.
Then, eyes traveling a bit higher, Net spots a small tattoo of delicate and carefully written Roman numbers, golden ink adorning the untouched skin. His fingers ached to touch, but Net also feared that it might scare the other. And he didn't wanted to seem to invasive by touching someone without permission. Kind of ironic from him, taking into consideration the previous night that he doesn't really remember.
" You can touch it if you want. I know you do. "
A soft, sleepy voice, breaks the comfortable morning silence. Then, JJ removes the covers so his whole upper body is naked, revealing another tattoo, this time on his lower back. Red Roman numbers, carved inaccurately into his skin, as if someone forcefully did that. It looked fresh and painful. Net's fingers trembled while reaching for the tattoo, the touch light as a feather.
That wasn't a tattoo at all.
Then, his fingers reached the scars at JJ's spine, feeling the other slightly shudder from the touch. Just like the tattoo on the lower back, the scars look like they've been forced too. As if someone enjoyed whatever he did to JJ's body.
" You probably have - "
JJ starts, but Net interrupts him the next second.
" You're an angel, aren't you? "
He asks, and the other sighs heavily. It took a little while before the silence had been broken again, but Net was a patient man.
" I'm an angel, you guessed that right. Well, not quite an angel anymore, since my wings got removed right from the core. "
A pained laugh.
" The numbers you saw on my back mean two different things. The golden ones - is the date when I was born. While the red.... "
JJ hesitates.
" The day you have fallen? "
The other boy sighs again and nods. Net is a bit overwhelmed by the new information he's received right in the damn morning. And the fact that in front of him is an angel and not a human, makes it a little hard for him to believe that he's still sane and not on some cheap drugs.
" It happened a month ago. Another angel found out my relationship with a human and they switched on me. Then...it happened what happened. And I broke up with that piece of shit two days ago. He wasn't interested in me anymore because I'm no angel. "
So that's why the scars and the questionable tattoo look so fresh.
" The tattoo on my lower back was inked on my skin with my own blood after they cut my wings. "
It was Net's turn to breath in heavily, the information hitting him like a dumbell.
" Did the whole thing hurt? "
He knows it was a dumb question, but Net still asked it. JJ snorts and finally turns around to face him, a small smile adorning his rosy lips. Now this whole pale skin and curly, blonde hair makes so much sense.
" Of course it did, you dummy. Just because we're angels, doesn't mean we don't feel anything. "
JJ says then pinches the other's stomach, making Net yelp in pain. His face turned puppy like, eyes wide and questioning.
" Why did you do that? "
Net asks, almost offended.
" Did it hurt? "
JJ mockingly asks, making the other laugh at his own stupidity. It was a harmless banter, Net already understood that. He lays back down, facing JJ. They stared at each other for a few good minutes, none of them daring to break the comfortable silence. It's been a while since Net felt so good like this, especially because of another person. All his past relationships were a complete failure, but that's a conversation for another day.
Net's eyes were shamelessly traveling all over JJ's face, analyzing and memorizing every single little detail. But those eyes, those dark chocolate orbs that were equally staring at him with the same intensity. Net knew he was totally gone the moment they made eye contact - yesterday at the club, and now in his bed.
" The way you're staring at me, I might think you're in love with me or something. "
JJ jokes, followed by a chuckle right after.
" Maybe I am, who knows? "
He whispers, then leans towards the other and seals their lips into a gentle kiss.