DJ/EDM Oneshots [DISCONTINUED]

Feisty (DJ Snake × Zedd)

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(No one's POV)

     Cute and shy, that's how everyone imagines him. It's only so long before that faded away, his innocence is something so many believe he has, but it's something he lacks so little of. It's all gumdrops and lollipops in front of people, but behind doors, it's all hardcore drugs and whips and chains, and that's the way he liked it. Anton was a wild child, a feisty one at that. Every girlfriend he had just couldn't handle his expectations, and best of all, he played hard to get. Barely anyone can fully get him. Except for one, Will, no matter how many times Anton actively rejected him, he would just wash back up and try again. As much as Anton pretended to hate it, he actually secretly enjoyed it. He's just gotta play dirty, and dirty he'll play.

(Anton's POV)

     Another set was done and I was already dying for a drink, not water, hard liquor. I walked into my personal room backstage where alcohol and other treats were nicely placed. Only for me to ruin it and drink everything in the ice bucket.

"Anton," Tim said from the doorway. I made a face of disbelief before facing him.

"Don't even think about drinking, you still gotta go to dinner." He told me.

"Come on! No one's gonna notice I'm even drunk!" I argued.

"Doesn't matter, you need to actually be able to speak over there." He closed the door. I rolled my eyes before putting on my coat and fixing myself up.

     I walked outside my room where I found Tim nearby.

"You didn't drink?" He asked.

"No," I sighed. We walked outside the festivals grounds towards our car where we drove to the restaurant where I was going to have dinner. 

     I wasn't even hungry but I had to eat because cameras were there and I had to look perfect regardless of my actual condition. We arrived shortly before leaving and walked into the restaurant, fancy and clean as always. Why can't we eat somewhere where it's rowdy and loud, like a pub or bar? I sat down at our table, no one else was here yet besides my team and manager. 

"Tim, who's coming here?" I asked him.

"DJ Snake and Calvin Harris," He said.

"Calvin, really?"

"Listen, I thought you two could make up!" He whispered.

"I haven't talked to him since he was dating Taylor! And that one time we met at that awards ceremony, he was absolutely an asshole!" I whispered.

"He's changed, Ant. He's not that cocky anymore!" He said.

"Ugh! Fine. If we don't get along, I'm blaming you." I let my hand hold my head.

     And there was Will, too. Will was. . . Ambitious, someone who doesn't float along the surface like others. He relentlessly flirts and advances onto me and I deny every single of them. Although I admit, he's not the type to give up easily, and I like that about him. He's cruel, he's cold, he's got issues, and he's the one who leads, then he's French! Just to tie it all up perfectly in a bow! God, why is he everything I look for in a person!?

"Ant," Tim called me.

"Snap out of it, they're here. . ." He said. I looked up and saw them both approaching the table I sat at.

     We all said our greetings before settling down. I couldn't help but admire Will's ominous and interesting fashion choice. Everyone talked about their days and how hard it was to be a DJ, while I glanced at Will every once in a while, watching him on his phone, the glare seeped through his tinted sunglasses and exposed his chocolate eyes. He occasionally glanced up and I quickly looked away from him, he smiled everytime I jolted my sight from him to the conversation. Oh my fucking God, just him silently smiling and his baleful tone turns me on so much. . . I wished for this dinner to end so badly just so I tease him to see how he would react.