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32. Kousuke- Party People

(Requested)

i haven't updated in SO LONG I'M SO SORRY :'0

prompt: kousuke was dragged into a club and he meets you, crowdsurfing

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It completely reeked of alcohol. The room stunk with the scent of liquor and shitty beer, Kousuke's nose scrunched up in distaste. He was already having a bad day, with a business partner cancelling on him last minute, and this didn't make it better. He didn't like it here, and he cursed at himself for stumbling into this low-life place with his cousin. Mentally noting to beat Hansuke's ass later, Kousuke's bright blue eyes scanned the crowd for any sign of his relative.

None, as he could see at the moment -- it was also quite dark, which made it hard to see anyone. Besides the flashing strobe lights and heavily bass-boosted music which thrummed through the floor, Kousuke didn't find anything very special about the party he was dragged to. Just drunk people grinding on other drunk people, to which he gagged.

This is disgusting, why do people even go here?

The conditions were dirty, spilled booze and dropped joints littered the floor in a messy manner, and all he wanted to do was get out of here. Suddenly, his train of thought was broken when someone shoved him in the mess of a crowd, their sweaty, greasy hands staining his Burberry coat. Kousuke cringed, knowing that it would take hours upon hours of scrubbing to get rid of the damage. But he didn't have much time to think about his precious jacket, as someone was on top of the crowd, heading in his general direction.

The figure on top whooped and was lowered back down onto the ground after giving a few high fives to random people. The ravenette's cerulean irises scanned them, taking in their features. He had to say, they were on a above-average scale, but nothing too special.

Why did they seem so familiar, though? He doubted that anyone in this rat's ass establishment would strike the chord of familiarity with him, but they did. Kousuke wanted to go and ask for their name, but refrained from doing so, as it would come off as "low-class." He didn't want to make friends with anyone in here.

In the process of thinking, his ears were open enough to hear the name that the person responded to: (Y/N). His eyes widened, mouth propping open the tiniest bit. Immediately, his feet rushed him to the figure, arms prying open the crowd, desperately needing to come face-to-face with them. People groaned and glared at Kousuke, but he couldn't care less -- he just needed to get to them.

Finally, almost out of breath, he arrived in front of them, huffing slightly. It took (Y/N) a second for them to notice the ravenette, but when they did, their eyes widened and almost took off. Kousuke grabbed their arm before they could run away, however, asking them to talk in an almost demanding tone.

"Why should I talk with you?" (Y/N) hissed, slapping his hand away, "I have no reason to in this environment!" Kousuke latched on again, unrelentingly holding on until (Y/N) agreed to be dragged away by him, hesitantly saying a temporary goodbye to their club friends. The two traveled along the floor and entered a room, where there were sets of couches so they could lounge comfortably.

As the piercing blue eyes of the CFO set on the squeamish party-goer, a new feeling rose in the room, one of tenseness, like a criminal questioning scene from a cliche police movie. (Y/N) just sighed and ran a hand through their hair, warily looking at the figure sitting in front of them.

"What do you want?" they asked, voice laced with tiredness, "Why are you even here?" Kousuke scoffed and crossed his arms.

"I should ask you the same question. No heir to a company should be mingling around with people like this. You should know better. Your father is on his deathbed and instead of attending to company affairs, you cancelled on the meeting today, and spent your time here? That's revolting, and an insult to everyone that's participating in this deal. Thanks to you, I wasted a good two hours of my time just waiting for you to show up, and in the end, we can't make the deal, and I just have an email from you that says 'Sorry!' It would be an understatement to say that I'm disappointed." (Y/N)'s nostrils flared and they sneered at him.