kismet - luten -

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A/N: I do not condone the use of drugs!

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Ten

The bass of the speakers was blaring some trap song Ten didn't know. He didn't care though as he was dancing right in the middle of the floor. Grinding against any sweaty body that was near him. The lights were a dim purple color changing every so often to the beat. With a smile on his face, Ten was truly feeling himself. Parties were his element he went out almost every weekend. He was invited to all get-togethers and always got what he wanted.

The house was crowded, filled with maybe thirty or more people, all a friend of a friend. It was a small living room trashed as people didn't throw away their empty cups. Across the filled room there was a game of beer pong in the kitchen. There was nowhere to sit since all of the chairs and couches were taken but Ten never sits at parties. It was so hot the windows started to show condensation dripping down just like the sweat on nearly everyone else.

"Taeyong! Baby!" Ten said spotting his light pink haired best friend, he quickly danced his way towards him.

"Ten!" Taeyong sported a dopey grin and raised his arms.

The two friends partied together often, they also got in a lot of trouble together. Taeyong had two drinks in his hands struggling a little to hand the other to the latter. Ten was famous for spilling drinks but he hasn't been at the party that long. They both took a sip together like a toast, Taeyong could never keep a straight face while drinking but it was like breathing for Ten.

"Do you have the fun part?" Ten asked with a smirk.

Taeyong rolled his eyes. "Of course I do it wouldn't be a party without it." He said fishing two small colorful pills out of his pocket.

Ten happily took one of the pills and downed it with the rest of his drink. Ten threw his empty cup on the ground along with all of the other discarded cups. He was glad this wasn't his house, he may be a party animal but he knows to not bring it to his own home. Multiple people were passed out on the couch or the floor. That was a lesson Ten learned the hard way once, he woke up with sharpie all over his face and arms. It could have been worse Ten knows this poor guy who fell asleep and then woke up with no eyebrows.

Soon enough the bodies around him started to become hotter and the air was so thick it could probably read on a breathalyzer test. Ten needed a breather to chill out before enduring at least three more hours of this party. Getting out of the mass crowd is harder than it looks when you're Ten, everyone is trying to say hi or grind with him. He eventually gets out of there and onto the small porch of the house. There is surprisingly no one out there, only him and the nice cool breeze of the night.

Ten reaches into his pocket and pulls out a hard case filled with cigarettes. Ten knows smoking is bad but he does it anyway, it makes him feel calm for a little while, and he's done worse. He put the cancer stick up to his lips and lit it with his pink lighter. Inhaling the smoke and slowly exhaling. The smoke traveled up into the clear night sky along with Tens overwhelmedness. Sighing he was about to take another drag of the stick before it rudely got pulled out of his hand.

"What the hell-" Ten turned his head but was in shock of what he saw.

Standing there before him was a tall man who was wearing tan pants and no shirt. He had amazing abs but that's not what left Ten speechless it was the white wings that adorned the man. They were cloud white that matched the man's hair.

"These are bad for you." He said flicking the cigarette over the balcony.

"This isn't a costume party man." Ten said with a grimace. The unnamed man just threw his half-finished cigarette away and is wearing a weird outfit.