DJ/EDM Oneshots [DISCONTINUED]

Birthday (Kygo x Zedd)

Dedicated to: @HarrysGaySide

(Ky's POV)

"So, man, I know you got a bunch of work and stuff, but how about you start thinking about your birthday? It's ten days from now!" Myles (my manager) exclaimed. 

"I don't know, haven't thought about it." I sighed as I laid my head on my desk. 

"You see this, this is called stress. You need to focus on what the next big thing in your life is going to be! Your damn birthday!" He patted me on my back.

"I'll be fine, I need to get this done before the end of September. . ." I told him.

"Alright, man." He sighed before leaving the room. After a couple of hours of working, I decided to go to bed, my eyes were starting to shut anyways.

***

   The sound of my ringtone woke me up as it was already dusk. It was Myles.

"Hello?" I answered in a raspy voice.

"I can tell you just woke up. You've got a show here in L.A at 7PM, so don't be late to that. I'll meet you there." 

"Why?" I asked.

"Manager stuff. I'll see you there." He then hung up. I dragged myself out of bed. I took a shower, brushed my teeth and washed my face to wake me up one last time. 

   I worked on my project until it was 5 in the afternoon. My phone rang again and it was Myles.

"What now?" I asked.

"It's almost 6 dude, are you at the venue?" 

"No."

"Well, get there! You still gotta soundcheck the stage for your set and you cannot skip this test like last time!" He scolded.

"Okay, okay, I'll be there, just calm down." I told him.

"You better be. I can't afford giving away more money for refunds." I hung up and put on a grey shirt and a jacket, with my signature cap. 

   I got in my car to drive all the way to the venue from my hotel. Traffic was a bitch so I was late and I got there a little later than 7. The first thing that happened as soon as I opened my car door was paparazzi swarming my face, asking why I was late. I quickly made my way to the backstage area, where Myles was waiting for me.

"C'mon!" He then pulled me to the stage. I played my set, which was  less exciting than people hoped. Once I finished, Myles went and scolded me for being late and lazy. I need a vacation. . . After what felt like days of scolding from Myles, I went to explore the festival grounds. 

   There was music playing everywhere, alcohol and bars everywhere, lights every corner you turned, and drunk as hell people trying to act sober. Though I'll admit, it was a very pretty festival with amazing lighting. I sat down on a bench and tried relaxing but fans kept asking for pictures, hugs, and autographs. I tried to suavely sneak out of the crowd of fans to a back area off limits to fans, only used for staff. As I walked by the bars and stages, I heard some singing.

"Happy birthday to. . ."

   I looked around and didn't see anyone. I followed the singing to find a person. It was a guy wearing a black hoodie with a single cupcake with a candle, singing to himself. He noticed me and stopped singing, he took off his hoodie and it was Zedd.

"Anton? What are you doing here?" I asked.

"H-Hey. . . Um, I was just celebrating my birthday. . ." He mumbled. I totally forgot it was his birthday.

"By yourself? No friends, family, or even fans?" I questioned.

"Everyone's too busy. . . And some even forgot. . ." He muttered. I felt bad for him, he was sitting alone in this abandoned room celebrating his birthday which no one even thought about.

"Do you mind if I join you?" I asked. The candlelight lit up his eyes, he nodded quickly and scooted over. I sat down next to him and looked at the candle.

"Wanna sing happy birthday?" I asked. He nodded and we sang along. He hit every note perfectly and it was kinda weird.

"You can sing?" I was shocked.

"Yeah, I don't do it in public but I can sing, not great but it's fine." He mumbled. He looked so adorable, watching his blue eyes glimmer in the candlelight.

"Can I give you my present?" He nodded. I took off my cap and put it on his head. He looked up at the cap  and put his hand on it.

"Thank you. . ." He smiled at me innocently with his royal blue eyes. It's hard to believe he's older than me because he acts so childish.

"And there's one more," I said. I lifted his chin and closed the gap between us. His eyes widened but eventually his whole body relaxed. I pulled away slowly with me still holding his cheek. 

"I liked your gifts. . ." He whispered. He scooted in closer to me. He took a bite of the cupcake, he smudged some icing on his nose.

"You got something here. . ." I poked his nose. He looked at it before rubbing it off with his sleeve, it left a pink stain on the black cloth. The icing still was left on his lips. I kissed and licked his lips, he seemed to enjoy it.

"Sweet," I smiled at him. He then snuggled in close to me, I wrapped my arm around him, and I put my hand on his thigh.

"This is the best birthday ever," He whispered.

Cover art is by me.