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Chapter 8 | A Different Light (Part 2)

"You seem to be quite taken with him." Gojo comments, taking his glasses off his head and putting them over his eyes.

"Mhm. Quite." You agree, planning to stand your ground with this.

"So," He angles himself towards you. "How'd you meet him?"

"He lives a couple doors down from me." You explain, sipping on your margarita. You cross your leg over the other and maintain a safe distance away from Gojo.

"Hmm. Boy next door, huh?" Gojo teases, his eyes slowly scanning you from your exposed legs, traveling up.

You roll your eyes at his comment, taking another sip of your margarita and setting it back down on the table.

"What do you like about him?" He continues to pry at you, his motive puzzling your brain. He tilts his head inquisitively at you, placing his chin upon the palm of his hand.

"He's sweet." You start, a smile unknowingly creeping on your lips as you reflect on the times you've spent with him, starting at the shocking kiss you shared a while ago. "He's generous, funny, gorgeous." You find yourself rambling on about your truths about him.

A part of yourself stops as you realize whenever anyone has asked you the same question about Gojo, you always stumble on your thoughts and nothing comes out.

Gojo's eye twitches slightly as the words slip from your mouth. Thankfully, for him, his glasses hide his slight irritation. He props his elbow up on the back of the couch, disappointed that the complements rolled off your tongue so easily.

"And, he's got you smoking cigarettes." Gojo remarks, his voice firm and trying to pluck the right nerve. His jealousy becomes a tiny bit clearer.

"Sure, we share a cigarette every now and then." You nod your head at his words, deflecting his negativity. "He's a little protective too." You flash a testing look at Gojo but can't see the expression of his eyes behind his shaded glasses. Yet, you can still feel that he's bothered.

"Well," Gojo changes position, and looks up at the ceiling. "He seems like a dick."

"Funny." You chuckle. Despite his avoidance of eye contact, you keep your eyes on him, awaiting his reaction. "He said the same thing about you."

Gojo's brow furrows for a second, revealing his disapproval of Choso. Who knew that he could feel something other than indifferent towards you in a situation like this. Right as Gojo comes up with a retort to your statement, Choso returns with a beer in hand. He places it in front of Gojo.

"You can pay me back later." He says and sits back down next to you. He takes his old cigarette out of the ash tray. Instinctively, you reach into your bag for the lighter. But Choso reaches over, placing his hand atop of yours and stops you with a gentle shake of his head.

He slowly takes his own lighter out of his pocket and relights the cigarette. The small fire illuminating Choso's eyes resting on Gojo with a smug smirk and a testing look on his face.

"Tch." Gojo huffs, catching on to that trick the two of you pulled the other night. He turns away from Choso and picks up the beer, taking a few swigs.

Gojo has never not seemed like the type to really understand what he has when he's lost it. And that's something you always knew about him. Moreover, he's always came off as the type to want to keep all the pretty girls under his arm so that no one else could have them.

For whatever reason, that selfishness didn't seem to bother you despite how strongly you felt about him at the time, so long as you were one of his girls.

However, now that Choso has shown you just a peek of what you truly deserve, a part of you no longer wants to be just one of them. You wanted to be the only, but you know that that happenstance is nothing more than a pipe dream. Still, his sudden jealousy seems to chip at you the same way Choso seems to chip at his arrogance.

This whole plan was for the purpose of striking some sense into Gojo's prideful head, enticing him into putting more effort into you. And hopefully, finally making you his. But, there's something within you that secretly no longer craves that. Instead, it craves to be wanted without having to beg. To be seen without having to plead.

And the person who gave that to you... was Choso.

You look over your left shoulder at him, watching as the shifting lights cause him to glisten in your eyes. Choso slowly looks up from his cigarette at you, with a piercing but softened gaze.

His handsomeness is striking and mysterious. The same aura about him as the night that you first laid eyes on him standing outside of his apartment, perfectly illuminated by the dim overhead lights.

"C'mon, Y/N." Gojo interrupts your thoughts, grabbing ahold of your arm. "I wanna dance with you."

His sudden offer catches you off guard. As he tugs you up and off the couch, Choso stays silent, his eyes following you as he leads you to the floor.

Instead of going deeper into the crowd, Gojo keeps you by his side at the edge of the dancefloor, close enough for Choso to see you.

Gojo takes your hand, placing it behind his head, your fingers slightly weaved with his white hair. The other resting on his shoulder while he places his hands on your waist. He steps his leg slightly between yours and swings your hips over him, your lower area grazing the fabric of his pants.

Your breathing quickens, conflicted emotions rise within you, flushing your cheeks with a red shade. He rests his eyes on you, the look behind them different from his usual stare. He looks possessive, upset even.

From afar, you can still feel the heat of Choso's eyes resting on you. Gojo turns you around knowingly, forcing your body to face Choso's direction; still swaying your hips on him, your ass nearly grinding back with his hand still on each side of your waist.

You raise your head off of Gojo's chest, consciously understanding what he's trying to pull. You look forward and your eyes meet Choso's cold stare. His leg is crossed over the other, both arms extended out resting on the top of the couch while his cigarette hangs from his lips, assertively taking up space.

While his expression appears mostly serious, he still seems to have that smug smirk on his face, unfazed by Gojo's little game. Knowing that your eyes are on him instead of Gojo, the smirk unravels into a prideful smile. He tilts his head back with his eyes on you, plucking the cigarette from his mouth with his two fingers, and blowing out smoke in your direction.

Caught in the trance of Choso's piercing gaze, you feel Gojo's lips graze your ear.

"You're too good for him." He whispers, his hand snaking up your waist.

You suck in a sharp breath, still holding eye contact with Choso.

"If I'm too good for him, I'm much too great for you." You remark deflecting his jealous deprecation.

In one swift motion, Gojo turns you back around to face him, pulling you on him by your waist. He places a finger under your chin, forcing you to break your gaze with Choso, looking Gojo directly in the eyes now.

"You look good with him, Y/N." Gojo whispers, bringing his face closer to yours, his lips nearly grazing yours. "But you'd look better with me."