𝕵𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖞 𝕲𝖆𝖒𝖊 | 𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖔 𝖝 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 |

Chapter 7 | A Different Light (Part 1)

Choso decided to take you up on your offer. You parted for the day to take time for yourselves and get ready, only to meet up again late in the night.

You didn't even think to invite Gojo. Your head was entirely focused on spending the night with your newfound, close companion. 

As the clock ticks closer to your agreed time you find yourself putting a tad bit more effort into getting ready. This time, you don a dark green skirt with a small slit over the right thigh and a black v-neck long sleeve that dips far enough to show a teasing amount of cleavage, but not too much to leave a little more to the imagination. 

You decide to let your hair down tonight, clipping a couple of earrings into place and a necklace to drape over your exposed skin. 

As you check yourself in the mirror, you catch yourself in thought. You haven't put this much thought into your clubbing outfits since the first time you started to really go clubbing with Gojo, back when your feelings for him were starting to grow. 

Pleased with your outfit, you pull on your high-heeled boots and head for the door. You close the door behind you and look forward to see Choso dressed in similar colors. 

He wears dark green pants and another black tee with a pocket on the left side. A small silver necklace hangs around his neck, tracing the collar of his shirt. His hair is styled down again, tucked behind his ears and revealing several silver hoops on each one to match the necklace, and a couple rings on his fingers on both hands. 

Flustered at your matching outfits, a thoughts pops into your mind that you two might be mistaken as couple. You shake the negativity away- it wouldn't be so bad. Other guys wouldn't dare to lay a hand on you with this intimidatingly handsome man by your side. 

Within the silence, you catch sight of Choso's eyes scanning you over, a smirk curling his lip. There's a certain heat between your stares. He's shamelessly checking you out, clearly captivated by you. 

"Got something to say?" You blurt, flustered and breaking the silence.

"You're gorgeous." He admits. "Just thought you should know that."

Your cheeks redden with no immediate response. He's rendered you speechless. He hums at your lack of a response but doesn't take any offense to it. Instead, he smiles and extends his hand out to you. 

Without another word, the two of you make your way towards The Weekend. 

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You arrive there at an earlier time than usual since you weren't coming directly from work this time. Regardless, the place is still packed and bustling with people. 

Unlike the other night, nervousness isn't eating at your mind relentlessly. But, butterflies, however, still swirl in your stomach. And part of that is due to your hand that's intertwined with Choso's. Differently though, not out of guidance or support for another, but possibly to simply keep you close. 

While weaving through the crowd, Choso keeps his front towards you, intuitively guiding you by carefully taking steps back with your hand in his palm. His eyes rest keenly on you, the changing lights altering the shine in his purple eyes. 

You're at the center of the floor now. With one hand holding yours, he snakes the other behind your waist, pulling you in closer to him. The bass of the music pulses through your body as you stand chest to chest. He carefully guides your hips side to side on him and your body follows his lead. He pulls your hand over his shoulder, allowing it to rest there. 

Without thinking too much about it, you place a palm upon his chest as your movements begin to sync with music, and with each other. The butterflies within you, flit and flutter; you're caught in the moment with no one else but Choso.  

Despite not having any alcohol in your system, heat rises to your cheeks. It always took a drink or two for Gojo to take you to the floor and for you to relax in his arms. But something about this warmth between your bodies is different.

Taking in the moment, the two of you let loose with each other without the help of a single drop of alcohol. You dance around each other, acting as if you're the only ones in the room, with no one else to watch you. 

Playfully, he raises your arm and allows you to twirl under him, just to pull you right back in with the two of you smiling from ear to ear. With your chests touching, you seem to get lost in each other's eyes. He peers down at you, warmth and intrigue behind his pupils. 

The two of you get caught in the heat of the moment, his finger under your chin and your face moves closer to his, breathing the same air. Despite the proximity, neither of you seem to continue to move in and take what's there. 

Noticing the hesitation on both of your parts, Choso brushes it off and gives you a half-hearted smile. As the song slows and merges into another, he takes your hand, guiding you through the crowd to the bar area.

The two of you order a couple of shots and you leave the bar a bit tipsy with a margarita while he leaves with a seltzer. With your hand still clutched in his, he finds an unoccupied couch and you both slump down onto the seat, out of breath. 

After cracking open his drink, Choso slides a cigarette out of his pack and places it between his lips. He scoots closer towards you and nods his head, politely asking for a light with his eyes.

You don't give it too much thought; you take the lighter from your bag and move in close enough for your thighs to touch. Unknowingly, a certain blue-eyed someone stands within the crowd of dancing people, watching this unfold.

Choso seems comfortable in your company and you can surely say the same about yourself. With your foreheads nearly touching, you flick the fire out and light the end of his cigarette. As the end catches, a familiar voice calls for you.

You look up to see Gojo coming off the dancefloor by himself, his glasses on his head and his hair messy from dancing. You look over to Choso and can't help but notice a change in his demeanor.

His gaze hardens and he tilts his head down, looking up at Gojo with sharp eyes with his fingers holding the cigarette between his lips. Instinctively, he places an arm on the back of the couch, just resting right above your shoulders, making you feel safe in his presence. 

"Hey Y/N," Gojo says, his eyes shift from you to Choso and he slides his hands into his pockets. "and, friend."

You smile at him half-heartedly and offer him a seat across the curved couch. Despite your gesture to the other side, Gojo plops himself down next to you with only a couple inches separating you. 

The pull that would normally urge you closer to Gojo has weakened. Instead, you stay closer to Choso, magnetized towards him. 

"You didn't tell me you were coming tonight." Gojo says, leaning back against the couch with his striking eyes on you. 

"I know."

He finally seems to be coming to his senses about you, but you remain unwavering towards him. 

"And, you're here. With him." He presses with a tinge of what you think is jealousy.

Choso's eyes immediately flick to Gojo, piercing him. 

"Seems, you've been replaced. Friend." Choso expresses leaning forward with a teasing tilt of his head, his words biting at Gojo's ego.

Gojo clicks his teeth at him. The tension between the two of them causes you to look at Choso with a keen look in your eye. He hides a proud smirk and pushes himself up from the couch.

"I'll go get you a drink." Choso offers, going off towards the bar. Your eyes can't seem peel themselves off of him even as he walks away and disappears into the crowd.