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The outfit looked good, he had to admit. Standing in the mirror, Evan checked himself out at every possible angle. It was decently casual so maybe he really did have nothing to worry about.

Jonathan came in the room and the two examined each other from top to bottom.

"Wow." Evan crossed his arms. "I'd never take you to be the flannel kind of guy, but you make it work."

"Thanks. I see you like the outfit I picked out."

"Yeah... Kinda surprised, honestly." He smiled in a cheeky way.

"Hey, I can be quite the fashionista when I wanna be. We should head out soon if we wanna beat the others to our destination."

The couple walked out of Evan's room as he whined, "Are you not gonna tell me still?"

"No," Jonathan laughed, fixing his sleeve. "In case you haven't noticed, I'm good at keeping secrets."

Evan frowned. "That's not something you should be proud of."

"Let me rephrase it then: I'm good at being quiet about surprises. Now let's go."

"Fine," Evan grumbled, one hand pushing his glasses up and the other grabbing his boyfriend's.

• · • · •

"You brought me to a nightclub! And not just any club, 'The Malibu Club.' Who else is coming?"

"Tyler, Craig, Brian, Brock, Marcel, and Scotty. You love to dance, Evan; I thought you'd like this."

"I do like dancing, but not in front of other people!"

"I've seen you dance before and I'm being truthful when I say your moves aren't bad."

"What?! When did you—"

"Hey, Brian and Brock are here. Let's go."

"Jonathan!"

It was too late. He had already left the car. Evan groaned and got out too, following him across the street to the front doors.

"Yo, Jonathan!" Brian yelled, arms in the air. "What's up, man?"

"Not much," Jonathan shrugged. "Where are the others?"

"Marcel is trying to get us in faster since the owner is a family friend and obviously Scotty is with him. Tyler and Craig should be here by now, but they're probably making out somewhere."

Brock turned to Evan and smiled. "Hi, Evan."

Evan smiled back. "Hi, Brock."

"I love your outfit. Red suits you."

"Thanks. Jonathan actually picked it out."

"Really? Well, it looks good. You can rock anything you touch."

"Pssh..." Evan blushed.

"Ay, it's my boys!" A new yet familiar voice shouted. Everyone looked over to see Tyler and Craig walking towards them, hand in hand.

Brian and Jonathan shouted back and the three of them started to have a "bro moment" while Craig had a moment with his fellow nerds.

"Finally decided to show up, huh?" Brock laughed.

Craig rolled his eyes. "You would not believe how many times this man changed his clothes."

"I don't know," Evan joked, "I can definitely see it happening."

"He's a fucking twat, I swear."

"But you love me anyway," Tyler joined in suddenly.

Another eye roll. "For some reason, yeah."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Jonathan cut them all off when Marcel and Scotty walked out from inside the club.

"Let's go, boys! Now or never!"

And thus, they all entered the club. They walked in together, but it didn't take long for everyone to separate again.

"Wow, this place looks way cooler than I thought it would," Evan said to Jonathan as they walked towards the dance floor.

"Yeah. I love the pink aesthetic they have going. Shall we dance?"

Evan gulped. "I don't really know how to dance like everyone else is..."

"Grinding isn't the only form of dancing, Evan. Just feel the music and move!"

As soon as Jonathan was done saying that, the song changed. The DJ had switched it to "Love in This Club" by Usher, which was perfect because it was neither fast nor slow. Everyone around them kept dancing like they hadn't even noticed the change.

"I can't, Jonathan," Evan whined, on the verge of tears.

A sigh escaped the American as he tried to think fast. Then it hit him.

"Turn around."

"What?"

"Just do it."

The Asian nodded and turned so his back was towards his boyfriend. Jonathan's hands found their way to Evan's hips, where they grabbed tightly. Then, before he knew it, he was forced back against the taller's front. His butt met Jonathan's crotch and it made him blush and gulp again, despite the movement having no effect on Jonathan himself.

"Move your hips with mine," he instructed in Evan's ear, earning a nod in return.

Their hips began to sway together in rhythm. It didn't take as long as Jonathan thought it would for Evan to get lost in the movements and the music. He unknowingly placed his hands on Jonathan's and things progressed from there.

• · • · •

"I'm going... I need to use the bathroom..."

He tried to walk there, but the floor wouldn't stop moving underneath him. It was confusing. Why wouldn't the floor stop playing tricks on him?

"Ugh..."

He tripped. The floor was getting to his mind and now he was on his knees. He still persevered and somehow, he made it. Managing to get up slowly, he put his weight on the door and it flung open, making him fall again. He looked around and couldn't exactly tell what was happening. Everything was a blur. Literally. Wait, where'd his glasses go?

"Oh..."

The depths of his stomach gurgled until the volcano was ready to erupt. He just barely made it to the toilet before he hurled like no tomorrow. At least he didn't feel the need to pee anymore.

"My shirt..."

The red and the colors of his stomach contents were fusing — it made him as confused as the floor did. It didn't help that he couldn't see clearly in the first place.

"Hey, you alright?"

Turning around, his blurry vision landed on a short and heavier figure. It had to be a man since, after all, they were in the men's restroom.

"Yeah, I, uh... I just..."

The man dove towards him as his sight left him and the darkness swallowed him whole.