VOID (suna)

04

it was about midnight when your stomach rumbled for the first time. you'd lost track
of how much you'd drank and you couldn't even remember what had happened in the
last thirty minutes.

„you okay?" suna mumbled behind you. you hummed, suddenly very tired. a look down revealed to you, that you had been playing
with his hand until now, all up in your thoughts. how embarrassing. hurriedly, you let go of it.

„oh, you're still here" you said, letting go of
his hand which was actually big compared to yours. his nails were neat, black nail polish
was peeling off some of them. „i like your nails."

his chest vibrated when he laughed, but
instead of it making your stomach tickle like before, it made you even more nauseous. you swallowed thickly.

„thanks. i like yours too" he replied, voice
soft and gentle like a pleasant breeze. as if
you wanted to check what your nails looked like, you raised your hand and spread your fingers.

„yeah, they're pretty!" you giggled childishly, satisfied with them.

„we're in partner look!" you pointed out exuberant. your long grown fingernails were also painted black. unfortunately, you
couldn't see his smile. suna wasn't a person who smiled often, but the mix of alcohol and your weird nature almost made it a habit.

you were quiet for a while, he almost thought you'd fallen asleep, but when the song
switched you straightened up so suddenly
that your head almost hit his chin. „THAT'S MY FAVORITE SONG!" you shouted, and
now almost half of the party knew.

„labrinth?" your eyes visibly widened at
the boy's identification of the singer. „you listen to him?" you jumped off his lap and staggered a little until you found your balance again. „sure, the music's dope" your „chair" replied.

„can we dance?" your expression was
suddenly serious and he blinked at you.

dance? no.  he would never.

„this isn't much of a song to dance to,
though" he tried to make up an excuse. you tilted your head, arms hanging down on each side of you, making you look dejected. but
your eyes were still sparkling with enthusiasm.

„that's not an excuse. come on! it'll be over soon!" you exclaimed, doing your best to convince him. but he sat on the couch immobile, just staring at you.

your mind was a mess. you couldn't judge
your actions. there were no inhibitions.
maybe that was why you stepped towards him, expression determined, and grabbed his hand. „is it because you can't dance?" you asked, brows furrowed suspiciously.

„i wont pity you. i promise!" you underlined your statement with a nod. all in all, you
acted like a five year old trying to convince their mom to go to the candy shop.

„of course i can dance" suna contradicted,
his hand feeling warm in yours.

he couldn't dance, to be honest. but that
wasn't the point. just like you, he came here
to get his head off things or rather have fun.

and just like you, he succeeded. but not the
way he wanted to.

he'd intended to have fun as in drink, make
out with some hot girl and just joke around with his friends. not fun as in have a hot girl bump into him, who was going to sit on his
lap for an hour and kiss him only because of
a drinking game.

in addition, he had no idea where his friends were.

he didn't like the way he thought of you, the way your smile mesmerized him earlier. and
it did once more now. he couldn't decline
your wish. it was like you'd brainwashed him.

„come on! please! there's only about two minutes left. i'll leave you alone after it!" you squeezed his hand and he contorted his face ambivalent. but you kept pulling, restlessly and annoying over time.

"fine" he sighed, getting up from the couch by himself, not that you could've moved him with your strength. you dragged him nearer to the speakers. "i'll take the lead, if you can't-"

you were cut off by him pulling you
closer by your hips, eyes gazing deep into
yours like earlier. you didn't feel the need to instruct him anymore, he knew damn well what he was doing. the rumble in your stomach hushed for an instant.

your fingers interlaced behind his neck, your thumbs tracing the outline of his hairline on the back of his head. it's like the shape of your hips was made for his hands.

involuntarily, a picture of your ex flashed before your inner eye and you blinked a few times to get rid of it. you couldn't remember the last time he'd danced with you. must've been long ago. very long ago.

there were few romantically things you
could remember, actually. maybe he had
never been the affectionate type.

a more detailed glimpse at your counterpart, who looked over your head right now, told you that he wasn't very affectionate either. if it hadn't been for you to be stuck in a toxic relationship for one year, you would've said that you had good people skills.

however, that boy in front of you was probably a more laid-back and indifferent person. from what you'd seen, he never had looked very happy nor flirty or arrogant. just...neutral.

but now, your hands on his neck and his
hands on your waist, you didn't care. it felt
so damn right, but maybe that was just the alcohol talking sense to you. still, you didn't care.

live in the moment, or something like that.

„i'll live forever."

you just formed the words with your lips, or maybe you were whispering them, but either way the sound of your voice drowned in the loud music surrounding you.

"what'ya smiling at?"

you asked the question without thinking,
head laid back a little. the boy had been
staring at your moving lips for a while, until a smirk crossed his face.

"nothin'."

that nothing was more than nothing, that nothing was you singing along with the happiest expression he'd ever seen.

like you'd been granted your biggest wish
and as if you weren't slow-dancing in a room with thirty people, a room filled with the
smell of cigarette smoke, alcohol and sweat.

you wanted to throw a cheeky comment at
him, tease him for staring at your lips like he wanted to kiss you, but your stomach put a spike in your wheel.

suna could see your expression switch from happy to confused to panicking. his grip around your waist tightened barely noticeably and the clouds blurring his mind cleared a little. your gaze had lowered at his chest and you blinked multiple times.

"what-" he started, but when your hand slid down his neck, clawing his shirt, he stopped. "bathroom. throwing up" was all you could
say before you pushed him away as gently as possible and stormed out of the crowded room.

he was left in there alone, your sweater,
which you'd literally thrown to him, in his hands, completely unsure what to do now.