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There he was.
Khôn didn’t want to be here. The lights strobing in the darkness of the room mixed with the smell of sweat and alcohol wasn’t their favorite (was it anybody’s?) But upon request, they’d be dragged here.
A devious request.
“You need to get out more” His friend had joked. He didn’t think he needed to, though, going to work and back was enough to satisfy him. Coming to the club was the least of their worries. Especially on a Wednesday night.
A small nudge brought them back from their beer, looking up to see their long time friend Rina and her girlfriend, Honella. Rina sat beside her and rolled her eyes as Honella pecked her cheek and dashed away to an unnamed but not unknown somebody.
“Are you gonna sit here the whole time?” Rina questions after requesting a beer from the bartender. Was He? He wondered himself. Khôn grunted and shrugged, “What else do you want from me? Want me to dance with you?” He responded sarcastically.
Rina grimaced at the thought.
“Hell no, what I want you to do is stop sleeping on my couch.” At this a loud groan left Khôn’s lips and he buried his face in his palms. That’s the reason Honella had asked him here.
For the past week he’d been sulking, as Honella had put it, on their couch—staying at theirs since Khôn got, as much as it pained him, kicked out of his and his fiancés shared apartment. Khôn had come to hate how the two joke about it, especially now— when said girl was less than 20 feet away. Did she even know she was here? Honella had said something, right?
“Too bad, fuck off” The response muffled by his hands. Looking up they turned their head to look at Rina who stared back. “Just go say sorry. Besides, she's not really mad—more like….yeah maybe she is just mad” Rina laughed at her own discovery, groaning at the hit that landed on the back of their head. They sat up and after chugging down their beer, “If you don’t you’re gonna look like an asshole, it’s your fault anyways.”
Rina walked away. Walked towards what he’s afraid of.
It was his fault. He wasn’t too prideful to say it, at least when he realized it was his fault he wasn’t. Khôn wanted to apologize but they were scared out of their mind. She’d probably forgive him or curse him out. Either way Khôn would be happy with either one if that happened.
He slowly stood up from the chair and as soon as he did the DJs mic let out a horrid sound.
“Ladies, men— We’ve got a special guest here tonight!” The man’s voice booming through the club. Maybe they should’ve stayed home. The people screamed in drunken excitement.
The DJ continued “Put those hands together for Cecily— Our cities own upcoming model folks, and she’s looking just as gorgeous as she usually does.” ending the sentence with a laugh that made Khôn want to shoot themselves. So she was here?
More screams were scrumt as he began walking. Walking with a purpose if you will, a purpose in which they’d realized was to apologize. Yeah this was scaring him shitless.
When she came into sight she was taking pictures with a group of girls. She was wearing a denim skirt and a purple tube top with lace trimmings at the top. God, she could wear anything and Khôn wouldn’t complain. Her attention wasn’t on him thankfully as he waited for the crowd of fans around her to disperse.
Cecily, as it would have it, looked perfect in this light. Khôn could see the glimmers from her sparkly body spray. Her sienna skin glistened from the camera shutters as she posed with people. Maybe Khôn should just go home, be a loser and jerk off to the thought of having this conversation.
But as the crowd dispersed, brown eyes made direct contact with her own. Along with it a disgusting, yet very forced, look arose upon Cecily's face. Yet she waited. Even as his heavy steps dragged out for what seemed like hours. Not long enough Khôn thought as they reached her.
Maybe Khôn was a loser. It had only been a week and four days since they’d actually spoken and he was a mess.
Cecilys blinked comically slow, lips pressed thin, an action she did when she was annoyed or wanted the person in front of her to hurry up. Khôn swallowed, hand digging into his jeans pockets.
“I…I wanted to talk to you—to apologize.” They corrected quickly. The blinking continued and her lip jutted, a wordless “continue”
A small breath came from Khôn, “You were right. I shouldn’t have let that reporter all over me… I should’ve stopped it immediately— and considered your feelings.”
Cecily's eyes narrowed, her shined lips still poking out. She stared at Khôn and Khôn swore his balls shriveled up in anticipation. Cecily stepped forward, finally in direct contact with Khôn.
“I know I’m right” she said flatly, hand coming up to rest on Khôn’s cheek, which he quickly leaned into. Cecily let her thumb run down to Khôn’s jaw as she spoke again, “I was just wondering when you’d see that. I’m also more mad at the fact that you were acting like I was crazy for even thinking it was wrong.”
They winced. They had said that Cecily was overreacting, but maybe— no not maybe, they had under-reacted. If someone was all over Cecily he’d be pissed, so what was the problem with the latter being mad as well?
This revelation would’ve been helpful a week and four days ago!
Khôn’s hands quickly found their way to her fiancé’s waist, pulling her closer. Cecily's hand stayed though, thumb still mindlessly dragging on Khôn’s jaw.
“I know, and you’re right— you had every right to be mad. I just didn’t see it like that since, well, I didn’t really think much of it”
This earned them an eyebrow raise. They quickly stuttered out the rest, almost forgetting how to even speak English. ”I mean that, shit—“ he threw his head back, sighing. “I mean that, I don’t care who’s all over me when I’ve got such a pretty fiancé on my mind all the time.”
“Real smooth save.” Cecily snorted, “Yeah, I try.”
Khôn leaned in to kiss her, the closeness finally getting to them. Cecily quickly returned the kiss, arms wrapping around her lover's neck, letting the rough hands run along the exposed skin that her tube top “failed” to cover.
Cecily let out a hum as their tongue ran along the bottom of her lip, a silent ask of permission— that she did not grant, instead pulling away. A groan fell from the other's mouth. Cecily laughed, “I’m not making out with you in the middle of a club, especially since my feet hurt”. Looking down, Khôn saw the kitten heels and sighed.
“You can take them off in the car”
“Who said I didn’t drive myself?” she scoffed at the implication, “And also who said you could come back home?” The comment rolled off her tongue as a light joke, but nonetheless made her partner roll his eyes. “If I’ve got to sleep on Rina's couch any longer I might just jump. Plus, I know you didn’t drive— didn’t see not one yellow Mini Cooper outside.”
Cecily laughed, hard. A sound that Khôn didn’t know he could miss after just a week, damn were they whipped. Grabbing their lovers arms they tugged, a silent question. Brown eyes blinked up at him, before a smile tugged across the glossy lips he so badly wished he could bite into right now.
“Yeah let’s go, and we are def stopping at Wing Stop I'm, like, so hungry right now. Actually oh em gee, we have to get your stuff tomorrow too, maybe you should keep an overnight bag there, in case you make me mad again. ” She rambled, being guided out of the building. Khôn’s eye twitched.
“Let’s not.”
“Awww, but you ran back so fast.”
“Please shut up.”