"Jooheeeeooooooooooon," Changkyun whined loudly before they could enter the building. "Are you sure we have to be here? You know I don't like clubs."
"Oh come on, you big baby. You like to dance don't you?"
"Yeah," Changkyun said, tugging on his boyfriend's hand. "When I am drunk and at a college party."
Jooheon shushed the younger man and pulled him toward the bouncer. Resigned to his fate, Changkyun pulled his ID from his wallet and was ushered through the door once the door man was satisfied. The younger of the two may have not wanted to be there, but he was rewarded with a blinding smile from his boyfriend.
"Joo," Changkyun said loudly once they were seated at a table just off of the dance floor. "I'm still not sure why we are here. It is a Thursday night. It isn't even the 'gay night.'" He emphasized the last two words with air quotes.
"Something told me to be here tonight," Jooheon said mystically, eyes never leaving the dance floor. Changkyun looked around the small club in confusion; they were there early so only a handful of people were out dancing.
"Was this something an actual person or is this your 'natural instinct' leading us again?"
Jooheon didn't vocalize an answer but chose to send a knowing smile to his lover before standing up. "I'm going to go get us drinks. Do you want your normal Redbull?" After receiving a nod of affirmation, the dark haired man disappeared toward the bar. Changkyun ran his hands through his midnight blue locks and looked back toward the dance floor.
There was a new dancer on the floor: he had stark white hair that seemed to be glowing under the lights. He was wearing a tight, white sweater with a very open neckline. It was hanging off one shoulder, showing off his sharp collarbones; Changkyun was sure he saw glitter brushed over the ridge. His pants were black and form-fitting with rips all the way from high up his thighs down to his ankles. He was talking, more likely screaming, to a man with blindingly bright blue hair while bouncing lively to the bass of the song. The blue haired man, like his friend, had black skinny jeans on and there were large rips decorating the tops of his thighs. His shirt didn't leave much to the imagination. It was a black sweater that reached only to above his navel. It was made with a large stitch that resulted in it appearing more like a mesh top than a sweater.
Changkyun was so lost in his thoughts over the angel on the dance floor that he didn't even notice his boyfriend returning to their table. He was snapped from his reverie when Jooheon slid his Redbull to him with a Here you go, Kyun . He at least had the decency to look embarrassed when Jooheon asked, "What, or who, were you staring at?"
Changkyun opened his mouth to respond when the white haired man's friend appeared at their table. Three thoughts ran through his mind: he is Asian, he has the prettiest eyes ever, and they must be contacts; no one has eyes that blue. He saw the blue haired man's mouth moving, but it took him a moment to recognize he was actually speaking.
"What?" Changkyun yelled as he leaned closer to the stranger.
"Is this table open?" the stranger yelled back with a slight foreign accent. He was gesturing toward the table directly beside the couple.
"You can sit there!" Jooheon yelled back instead of Changkyun; he was honestly too starstruck to think properly.
"Thank you!" the stranger said before throwing a floor-length, leather jacket over one of the seats and skipping back to the dance floor. Changkyun tried to not stare, really he did, but he had always found pretty men too tempting to not stare. Especially when they were wearing jeans with a rip right below their ass cheek. He was perfectly happy with his boyfriend and felt no need to be with anyone else, but he still liked to look. Jooheon didn't mind as long as he could look as well.
