𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| 𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝟯

Harmony Found| DJ AU

AN: I don't know where this idea came from, but I'm low key obsessed with the idea of DJ!Leon, who's the epitome of sexy and mysterious, and is a rising star in the world of dance music. He's seen as a playboy, always messing around and partying, but in reality that isn't how he is. He's actually a sweet guy who's has this persona forced upon him, yet it makes him money. Cue in Reader, who thinks he's the worst...right?

I hope you all like this imagine, I know it's way different from my usual stuff, but a little AU every now and then is fun to write! 

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Within the bustling city I find myself drawn to the flashing neon lights and the pulsing beats of the underground clubs. I'm not exactly a party girl, but am partial to the music. I like to stay away from the crowd, usually lingering in the darkened corners or isolated outskirts as I thrive in the atmosphere. The complete bliss of letting go and just having fun, though I'm not usually dancing or with a group of people, I still feel included, like just me being here makes me a part of the celebration.

Music is my sanctuary, but Leon Kennedy, the most popular DJ in this scene, is my silent nemesis, despite the fact his music takes me to a whole new place, giving me the comfort I can't find anywhere else.

As usual, I grab my drink from the bar and beeline around the throes of dancers. It's Friday night, and as usual Leon's at the booth, playing his classic hits. I soak in the vibes, veins thrumming with life as the rainbow of lights flash around the place. I find a spot in the middle, near the wall where I can just stand and listen to the music, watching life go on as I drink and just be. For a while everything is as normal, I'm being left alone, and the beats are strong enough to make my head throb in the good way, I'm smiling a little, unable to hold back as the night goes on.

But then I look up, and my eyes meet Leon's from the booth. He's staring at me, lips parted a little as if seeing something other than a girl on her own. I tear my eyes away, suddenly feeling a sense of vulnerability, I've never been looked at like that. I can't deny the thrill that courses through me at capturing his attention, but then again from what I've seen and heard it doesn't seem hard to get his attention. The media shows him as a playboy, a man who's the definition of fame and flaunt. He's got a new woman with him every few weeks, and he's always pictured with a drink in hand, either that or a new fine he's had to pay for speeding in one of his fancy cars.

I snort at the idea of talking to him. His reputation is enough for me to keep my distance, and the last thing I need is to be pulled into the storm which is his life. I'm not special, and definitely don't look like the usual models he's with, I'm just me, and I like it that way. When I look at him again he's messing with his equipment, merging the current beat with something new and slower, an almost romantic beat. 

I like it, and feel myself move a little to the rhthym, barely swaying as I listen and lose myself once again, my eyes close as I hear the music, loving the lyrics and his voice on the track. It's a new song, and I know for a fact it'll be number one by next week. A series of gasps and chatter cause me to open my eyes, only to find Leon stood in front of me, his blonde hair perfect and his blue eyes twinkling as his lips curve into a smirk.

"Seems like you're enjoying my music." He cockily says. My brows raise as I freeze, clutching my drink, then I shrug up a shoulder, refusing to admit it's the best thing I've heard in a while.

"It's alright, sounds like someone else's song though." I lie in order to chase him off.

Leon's smile falters a bit, but then he holds out a hand, "I'm Leon, what's your name?" He confidently asks. I sip my drink, debating on leaving or telling him where he can go, but instead I feel my defences crumble.

"I'm Y/N." I reply, taking his hand, feeling the strength in his grip. A massive part of me is fangirling right now, but I'm trying to be cool about this. I see in the corner of my eye some people try and sneakily take photos of us, presuming I'm his next conquest. I pull my hand back immediately, then step away from him for good measure.

He glances behind him, and I'm sure a look of annoyance crosses his features, which is weird because he's supposed to be full of himself. Maybe I'm being to judgemental? I can't deny he's got charm and a slight arrogance about him, but I can't fall for it like so many others have.

"Come up with me, I need to change the song but I don't want to leave you." He leans in, breath tickling my ear as my breath hitches. I nod, brain shutting down as he grins and takes my hand, weaving us through the crowd and up to the booth. I linger behind him, watching as he quickly presses a few buttons and slides some things, then the song changes back to something fast and upbeat.

"Why'd you bring me up here?" I ask as he leans back against the railing beside me, his eyes finding mine. His gaze darts to my lips before he answers.

"Because you interest me, and you're not draping yourself all over me like the usual girls do, you're treating me like a human and not some idol."

I can't argue with him there, so I let my guard down and give him a chance. We talk for ages as he works, often showing me how he does it and lets me press something which changes the song. Everything I learn about him- from his own mouth and not social media- goes against all the stereotypes. We've got a lot I'm common, mostly our love of music and escaping our problems through harmonies. 

Eventually, Leon takes my hand, and surprisingly I let him. "I know you didn't like me, I've seen you in this club numerous times glaring at me, but I want you to know that tonight is the first time in a long time that I've been myself. You've expected nothing of me, and I've honestly felt so free...I'd almost forgotten how that feels." His touch is gentle, and his confession is shockingly sweet. It seems like the whole party around us gets drowned out as I search Leon's face, finding nothing but raw honesty and not a single trace of deception. I lick my lips, unsure where exactly this is going, but I know I'm willing to try it. 

"I admit I was a bit unfair on you," I offer an apologetic smile, "but I think I'm beginning to understand you. The real you. I'd love to hang out again somewhere less crowded, so you can keep being yourself." 

Leon's eyes widen at my words, as if he'd never received such an offer before, then his whole face softens as he nods, looking less playboy and more golden retriever. "Yeah, I want that too." We smile at each other, then the song currently playing begins to end, all of a sudden Leon's smile turns mischievous, then he waves me over to his laptop. I follow, tilting my head on confusion until he speaks. "Pick a song, this one's for you." He says, voice filled with warmth. My eyes widen at the prospect of hearing one of my favourite songs loud and in the club, so I nod and type it in, then it begins to play. Apparently the crowd loves this song too, because the dancefloor becomes more packed as people cheer and sway.  

I let my body take over as I dance a little, beckoning for Leon to join me. I don't even think of the fact I'm pretty much putting on a show for everyone as I grin, I'd never felt this happy in my life. Leon nods his head to the song, then pulls me close and dances with me, his hands rest on my lower back as  our bodies touch, an electric spark running between us. I know this moment will stay with me forever, regardless of how the future goes, and that this shows the true beauty of finding harmony in the most unexpected people. 

At the end of the night Leon and I exchange numbers, then the next morning I get a text from him, asking if I want to grab lunch. I smile to myself, then type 'yes.'