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“Yuya~”
The bouncer of Stardust turned his head to the side and was greeted by a slightly tipsy boss of his. He gulped as their bodies were pressed together, lips mere inches away. He wondered how he even got himself in this situation…
It has been exactly five years since Stardust opened, and Kazuki decided to throw a mini anniversary party among the other hosts. Yuya was also invited, to his surprise, but mainly sat at the side as the other hosts drank and partied. He would not say that he was a new member, but he did not feel close enough to join in their conversation. Besides, their hosting talk was worlds away from Yuya’s understanding.
Kazama stopped by briefly to congratulate Kazuki on his booming business and continued chatting with him outside the club. Meanwhile, most of the hosts were getting tired since it was past their usual shift timings, and decided to call it a night.
Yuya, however, stayed behind as well. He felt an obligation to pack up the place or wait until everyone, including Kazuki, leaves before heading back home. After all, as the bouncer of the club, he did not want anything bad happening to his colleagues if they were left alone. Furthermore, he was not really close to the other hosts, so it would be weird to go home with them as if he were a part of their clique.
As Yuya bid goodbye to the other hosts, Kazuki came through the front door and greeted everyone farewell, before closing the main door. He slowly walked up the stairs to the second level, where Yuya was still sitting, alone with his drink. He shifted his head up to take a peek at Kazuki as he sipped what was left of his beer and noticed something in his hands: an envelope.
Before Yuya could ask, Kazuki answered his question for him, “Kazama wanted to congratulate us for achieving this milestone and decided to give a small sponsorship.” Yuya raised his eyebrow, deep down still being suspicious of Kazuki’s affiliation with the Kazama family, but knew that he meant well. He also knew that Kazuki’s value of the word “small” was not what a normal person would consider the value, and he smiled softly, knowing that the club’s funding had increased dramatically.
He placed his cup down, and just when he was about to get up to clean up tonight’s mess, Kazuki reached his hand out to hold onto his biceps. “Yuya, care to join me in a few more rounds? You barely had any fun.” Kazuki’s sweet voice was already intoxicating enough for him, and the fact that he had his soft hands wrapped around his arm did not help either.
Yuya’s face flushed as Kazuki stepped a bit closer, looking up at the man and fluttering his long eyelashes playfully. He could be such a tease sometimes, Yuya thought as the man sighed and gave in, understanding why Kazuki was considered the top host of Stardust. Who could say no to a host like him? He was beautiful, charismatic, and his kindness topped it all off. Yuya could not forget the day that he first fell in love with the man drinking in front of him.
It was raining heavily back then, and Yuya could still feel the cold, harsh pavement on which his body fell limp. The rain droplets hit his back nonstop as he struggled to get up after a gang fight, the blood in his mouth tasting like iron. He felt like it was over, 5 plus years of fighting alongside his gang members, and his life was gone right there. The ringing in his ears grew louder, and his breathing became increasingly unstable.
The man felt his body intake one last breath before someone called out to him. He mustered all the strength left in his body to tilt his head up to see if it was the thugs who decided that they did not get enough out of him from the previous brawl. Instead of a rough fist hitting him again, it was a soft handkerchief, dabbing itself softly against his bleeding lips. He could not picture out who exactly the person helping was, but all he knew was that he shone bright under the night light, brighter than the neon street lights of Kamurocho.
In Yuya’s eyes, that person shone like a star.
And that star was Kazuki, the man that Yuya had been dreaming of, the star that he could gaze at forever.
Coming back now, Yuya was watching how Kazuki sat on the couch and popped open another bottle of champagne, before pouring it into Yuya’s cup and then his own. The bouncer shifted closer to the host, but still maintained a fair distance between the two of them. He was usually putting up a strong, intimidating front for Kazuki, like he was raised to always be.
However, if he spends too much time with him, he ends up falling apart. Palms sweaty, awkward chuckling and eyes darting everywhere but at Kazuki. He just prayed that whenever this version of him takes over his body, he would not make a fool of himself in front of his crush.
“Come closer, Yuya, I don’t bite,” Kazuki chuckled, patting the relatively empty spot beside him, and the sofa dipped around the host immediately, which surprised Yuya how easily his body moved at the host’s commands. The two of them then spent the next hour drinking until 2 am, as if they did not have work later in the evening. At first, Kazuki did most of the talking, of course, and Yuya would only nod or add in a few comments of his own to Kazuki’s regular host talk. Yuya was tense; he felt his palm sweat, almost dropping the glass cup as Kazuki asked if he was alright. But after a few more sips, he felt his muscles relax and even humoured his boss once in a while.
Yuya was, at the same time, trying to be cautious of his intake of alcohol, not wanting to get drunk and splurge bullshit in front of Kazuki. Which could end up with him waking up and realising that he got fired for harassment. On the other hand, Kazuki was taking it like a champ, drinking his share, opening another bottle, and repeating. His face was flushed, and Yuya could clearly tell from the contrast of his white suit. His words were starting to slur alongside the consistent hiccups, and the red started to spread to his ears and neck.
“It’s getting a bit hot in here, isn’t it, Yuya?” Kazuki asked, even though Yuya was freezing his ass off most of the time while he was in the club. The memo almost slipped his mind as the host raised his hands to his inner shirt, clumsily unbuttoning the first few buttons. His silver cross necklace reflected under the dim light, shining brightly, which caught Yuya’s attention.
There and behold, Kazuki's face was pink, shirt almost undone, sweat forming on his forehead and toned collar bone. Yuya could not believe he was being jealous over a droplet of sweat that ran down Kazuki’s skin. The sight in front of him was enough to send him into cardiac arrest,
Yet he could not keep his damn eyes off him.
Yuya felt his face heat up as well, smoke probably coming out of his ear as he reminded himself that he was sober. Kazuki took another shot, and before Yuya could advise him to stop, the older man called his name out.
“Y’know, Yuya, you look handsome tonight,” Kazuki confessed, his bright smile plastered on his face, eyes softening. Yuya’s eyes shot wide. Was he hearing things? A million thoughts ran through his mind as he tried to contain his heart from racing too fast. Before he could cough out any response, Kazuki leaned in, closing the distance between the two of them. Yuya felt his whole body heat up; he was sure his heart stopped working at that moment as his muscles tensed, afraid that if he moved ever so slightly, it would give Kazuki the wrong signals.
“Yuya~”
God, he wished that he had Kazuki saying his name on repeat forever; he needed that ingrained into his bloodstream as soon as possible. His sweet voice was sending chills up his spine, making him light-headed. Yuya felt himself bite his lips, even holding down a whimper like a dog. Kazuki had him cornered, their lips mere inches apart as Yuya could smell the alcohol on his breath.
“Kazuki…you’re drunk, we shouldn’t.” It was only when Yuya said it out loud that he was hit by reality: that Kazuki could only be acting like this due to the alcohol, and that he never really saw or thought of Yuya like how he felt about Kazuki. A sudden ping of sadness hit him then, but despite the line that they were about to cross and the truth, Yuya could not keep his hands to himself.
His hunger grew bigger the moment he laid his rough hands on Kazuki’s lean body; his hands roaming up and down his covered arm, his left hand sliding down to grab onto his thin waist. Whereas his right arm shot up to brush a strand of hair behind Kazuki’s ears, revealing more of his beauty. Yuya felt himself fall head over heels again, his left hand now tugging on his suit, as if asking for permission to take it off.
Kazuki flashed him with a smile again, eyes filled with the same amount of hunger, as he suppressed a groan when Yuya’s fingers brushed against his ears, a sensitive spot for the host. Yuya made a mental note for himself and whispered his name, “Kazuki.”
The host bit his lips, further pushing the larger man down the sofa, now cornering him at the end and pinning him down. “Christ- Say my name again, my dear Yuya,” Kazuki demanded, shaking off his suit that Yuya unbuttoned and letting it drop off his shoulders. Yuya grabbed his neck, now pulling his face down closer to his own, his own desire taking over his body. The two of them were just grabbing onto each other, as if someone was going to come in and tear them apart.
The ruffling of fabric against each other was making Yuya dizzy, as his grip on Kazuki’s neck became stronger. He knew he was crossing the line and that he would have to face the consequences sooner or later, but he could not care less for a small thing like that. Heck, he would do anything in the world just to be in this position again.
The two of them were panting as if they had already made out; the tension around them was so thick a knife could slice it perfectly. Yuya felt a sweat trickle down his neck, his hands trembling as he now caressed Kazuki’s lips, leaning in and airily calling out again,
“Kazuki-”
Before Yuya could lean further in, the sounds of someone’s footsteps reverberated across the supposedly empty club, snapping him back to his senses. Yuya immediately pushed Kazuki away from his body, his reflexes kicking in as his brain started to function. He could hear a soft scoff from the host and mentally apologised before tripping over himself as he tried to get up, sweat pouring down his face as he felt like a deer in the middle of the road, getting caught. Yuya slowly stumbled forward, gaining control of his legs once again as he looked over the railing to see someone appearing from the door; it was Kazama.
“Kazuki? You dropped your flip phone just now. I came to pass it back to you,” Kazama shouted across the club, wondering why the lights outside were still on, yet there was not a single person inside. The older man just so happened to look up and spotted a hesitant Yuya running down the stairs, minding his steps as he did not want to trip and make a fool of himself.
“Kazama, Kazuki’s um…” Yuya hesitated. What was he supposed to say?
Yeah, our boss just got blacked out drunk, and you decided to walk in on us about to make out, which was my all-time fantasy, so thanks, asshole.
“Kazuki’s taking a quick nap right now. I guess he was tired from the night. I can help give the phone back to him,” The man quickly replied as he outstretched his hand to grab the flip phone from Kazama’s hand, avoiding eye contact. The older man raised his eyebrow, looking Yuya up and down, which made the other realise how suspicious his appearance was:
His blazer was probably somewhere on the couch, his hair messed up and ruffled from all the shifting, and the buttons of his shirt undone, exposing his sweaty chest.
God, he definitely could never see Kazama in the eyes again.
Kazama eventually sighed after the excruciatingly long pause and left the club, mumbling something along the lines of “kids these days,” to himself as he closed the front door. Yuya did not realise he was holding his breath until now, when he took a big sigh, feeling relieved. Just then, the sound of glass shattering caught his attention as he looked in the direction of the sound.
Right, Kazuki.
He quickly made his way up to the second floor, his footsteps heavy as he clutched onto Kazuki’s flip phone. There and behold, Kazuki knocked out on the couch, softly snoring as he accidentally knocked one of the champagne glasses onto the floor. Yuya huffed as he was glad that Kazuki was safe and not knocked out for another reason.
For now, Yuya ignored the mess on the table and the floor as he knew that he was going to be home later than usual. He would never dare to leave Kazuki like this, having to clean up all the mess by himself. He felt accountable for tonight, but a part of him was feeling uneasy as he realised how messy his relationship with his boss was right now. But he could not be bothered to think of that, as his mind was just thinking about Kazuki.
He slowly walked towards the sleeping man, now being mindful of his footsteps, as he did not want to wake his boss up. As he kneeled at the edge of the couch to level himself with Kazuki’s face, he softly brushed his hands against the host’s cheek, and then swiped a stray strand of his blonde hair behind his ear that was full of piercings. He could feel the breath of the other man on his hand, sending goosebumps up his arm just by how close and intimate they were. Yuya could stare at Kazuki forever, and remember every single detail of his face, from every birthmark to the number of eyelashes he has - he yearned for the host.
He wanted to continue to chase this silly dream of his, to gaze at the stars forever.
His star.