Max/Tul: Book of Short Stories

Smoke & Mirrors (Part 2)

Hi guys! Here's part 2 of Smoke & Mirrors :) (this short story is my first attempt at writing MaxTul/KornKnock, so please bear with me! Thank you)

I hope you enjoy it!

~ Seren_dipitous

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The smell of smoke and expensive alcohol wafted through the air, clinging to his senses as he moved deeper into Nirvana. Blue, red and green light flickered and flashed across the writhing bodies on the dancefloor; bathing them in a sea of almost ethereal hues. The irony didn't escape him, the club was called Nirvana and yet, with the almost stifling heat, he felt as though he stepped into the surface rings of hell. People constantly moved, enraptured by the thump of the hypnotic bass; even in the darkened rooms, he could see the alcohol induced flush that captured most faces, a permanent blush to match the seemingly permanent intoxication.

Pushing through the crowds, he searched for him. The club was packed, people gathered in groups and scattered throughout the large chamber, yet everyone seemed to be close enough that no matter where he went, someone was pressed against him. He could feel the heat building up on the back of his neck and down his spine, and in that moment, he wished he could simply take his shirt off. Taking his phone from his pocket, he sent a LINE to Yihwa, praying she was nearby.

K: Where is everyone? I turned around and you were gone...

"Please reply..."

He made his way to the bar, which was fairly central, and sat on a high stool, trying to ignore the curious glances that came his way.

"Come on..." He sighed, tapping his phone nervously against a lightly sweating palm.

Beep

Y: We hired a private room at the back, everyone is here, but I'm trying to get Korn to go out and dance ... hey, you know how you're sooooo persuasive, na?

K: Yeeeees?

Y: Get your leather ass in here and make your boyfriend dance. It's his birthday and he's being a stiff.

K: If that's the case, I'll just stay out here.

Y: I'll tell Korn about the feti-

K: Fine! I'm coming. See you in a sec.

'Maybe one day I'll win against her' Knock sighed as he ordered a drink to take with him. Whiskey, on the rocks. After quickly dismissing the thought that he was becoming more like his father, he slipped through the crowds, keeping his arms lifted so as to not accidentally touch anyone. Slowly the private rooms faded into view, appearing from behind a group who seemed to be doing little more than grinding on each other. With as much politeness as he could muster, he squeezed through them and almost fell through the door. As soon as the door opened, his heart began to hammer in his chest. Everyone was there, all of them dressed to impress (though he wasn't sure who exactly they were trying to impress), yet the one who stole his focus still had his back to him. He wore a black button-up shirt and blood-red blazer that clung to his torso in a way that made Knock's heart flutter, and his black skinny jeans hugged his long, toned legs and muscular ass as though their existence depended on it. Knock could feel the heat creep through his chest and down his torso until it pooled between his hips. 

The young man turned around, his gaze fixing on Knock the moment he saw him. Korn's wavy hair was parted at the side, but fell seductively across his brow, emphasizing his big, dark eyes that slowly filled with desire. Korn wasn't even trying to hide his approval as his bright smile became a bitten lip and his eyes became hooded with a hint of what Knock came to quickly know as lust. Knock's skin felt hot as his boyfriend's lingering gaze drifted up and down his body, seemingly drinking in the sight of him.