It's opening night of the band Kuanjui's into and for a little bar, it's pretty packed. Hao looks around, people are everywhere and the group's instruments are set up, peacefully waiting to be played.
Multiple groups have already performed earlier but this next one was the main event, the main attraction. It's considerably late as is, but, no one seemed ready to leave without hearing them first.
The lights are dimmed low and the crowd starts to roar. Just in time, his friend comes back with their drinks. "I'm so excited!" He says taking a sip from his cup.
Hao can only nod along. He's heard one of their songs, but, like any other band he's heard, he imagines them as a band with older men with their facial hair and sleeves of tattoos. And while there's nothing wrong with that, he just doesn't see the appeal.
He awkwardly sips at his drink as well, just as the group starts to appear. Kuanjui cheers on his left and just as the last person steps front and center, everyone cheers louder. He looks around, wondering what's got everyone pumped. However, when the lights beings to brighten, he sees.
The lead singer.
Pulling over his guitar strap with a pick between his lips, his hair is styled up to the side alongside three tattoos lining his collarbone. Very suddenly, he glances up and the two make eye contact.
He stops momentarily, smirking just before he takes the pick from his mouth. All of a sudden, the heat of the summer suffocates the atmosphere, leading to Hao pulling at his shirt for some extra room to breathe.
"Hello everyone, we are The 86 and we thank you all for coming out tonight," the bassist introduces before they begin the first song. It's not too upbeat yet, not too slow. The lyrics have everyone singing along, even kuanjui but, it's not like Hao's paying any attention.
His eyes are strictly on the singer, voice laced with a subtle raspiness to it. I wish I knew you wanted me. The lyrics hit him and he doesn't know why.
This is quite literally the first time he's even seen this band-unlike his friend-and he already can't take his eyes off this boy.
The way he throws his head back with each strum of his guitar. The way his hand wraps around the mic stand whenever he doesn't need to play. The way his mouth hangs open to breathe after singing a long note. Every single thing he does sends a shiver down Hao's spine, leaving him chilled like a snowy day.
The song ends at once, and the band member is staring again. His eyes low and steady, like he's afraid that one break away and the other would disappear.
"That was one of my favorite songs, I'm so glad they played it first," Kuanjui states with excitement, yet, he looks over to see his friend in a complete daze.
"Hey, hao, you okay? You look a little out of it," he swiftly breaks away, snapping back to reality.
"Yeah yeah, I'm fine. They're, umm, really good," is all he could say, chugging whatever is left of his drink as well as looking into the latter's eyes for confirmation.
Once he peers back at the group again, he nearly chokes on his own salvia. The second he sees the guitarist bite his lip then, precedes to drink his own drink on stage; the light hits him in all the right spots. His mouth falls agape for just a moment, then he leans over to his side, the music starting to play again.
"Jui, what's the name of that singer? The one with the guitar?" He asks as calmly as he possibly can in this state.
"Ah, in the middle? That's Hanbin," he semi -yells back. "Why, are you finally getting interested now?" He can hear the teasing in his voice but he'll deal with that later.
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Nights like this (where tomorrow has nothing)
Fanfiction"I know we've just met and I shouldn't even be doing this," Hanbin isn't looking him in the eyes anymore, but instead, at his lips, "but I just can't handle it." The light hanging over them flaunters for a second, like it's been affected by his wor...
