ANGEL ☾ winwin one shots.

mellow and somber. [dowin]

a/n: to my irls who keep reading my oneshots, I will kill y'all once we get back to school, you know who you are :) <3 

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night's getting old yet the club is alive. a singer, a tall young man, stands in the center of it, pouring his soul into every verse he sings. people leave and more come in, ordering themselves some vodka or beer and chat with their peers to kill time.

doyoung sits in the far back, left leg crossed atop his right one and leans against his seat. twenty minutes ago a woman has offered her service yet doyoung bluntly rejected her, as he's only interested in one person. twenty minutes have passed yet doyoung still couldn't find the mentioned man.

his eyes scan the room with no interest as he sips his champagne. red. that's the colour he sees when his gaze lands on the said man.

red, the colour of sicheng's lipstick and his off-shoulder dress. bold and reckless like sicheng himself. the courtesan sits in between two women, not paying attention to whatever they're saying as he fans himself with a pastel pink hand-fan. he's always beautiful, this night no less. sensing someone staring at him, he catches doyoung's gaze — and smiles in the slightest.

red, the colour doyoung feels every time they lock eyes.

sicheng leans forward, his black bangs falling off to his forehead and cover his brown eyes like a veil. his lips are plump and luscious. the sinfully insulting side-slit dress reaches up to his knees, exposing the fishnet he's wearing underneath and doyoung's throat burns when he realizes sicheng's wearing heels. satisfied with doyoung's reaction, sicheng leans back and quirks his lips into a small smirk.

he pays doyoung no attention after that. it's a little cruel game of his. after riling the older up, he won't look at his direction anymore for the rest of the night. until doyoung stands up and approaches him, at least. usually it takes fifteen minutes.

but not tonight. today's been hell for doyoung and he only wants sicheng, want to bask in the pleasure sicheng could offer to him to wash his burden away. he wants to feel sicheng's mellow touch as he pounds roughly into the younger, wants to feel his kiss, his kiss that burns doyoung's lips a bit. he wants sicheng, to feel and to hear him.

sicheng chucks the fan shut and touches his lips with the tip of the closed fan. his eyes are full with want, mirroring doyoung's own. doyoung smiles to himself. that's the green light.

swallowing the remaining of his champagne doyoung stands up. he fixes his collar and walks to where sicheng's sitting, confident gaze unwavering with every step he takes. this side of the club smells like flowers and scented candles, like spices and everything nice. the smell of alcohol blends into the background and all doyoung could smell now was fragrant parfum.

" good evening, ladies ," doyoung greets, flashing a polite smile to the women — elkie and seungyeon, both well-known singers around here. " enjoying your time ?"

elkie smiles back. " why, doyoung, now that you're here, we surely are ," she says in a friendly manner, a hand resting on sicheng's thigh. " what gave us the honour to see you today ?"

" I'm here to relax. drank a bit. it's been a long day and some fancy drinks helped ."

" stop beating around the bush, doyoung. you're here for our little flower, aren't you ?" seungyeon says, batting her eyelids at sicheng who smiles shyly. elkie giggles and strokes his arm, a motherly act.

doyoung clicks his tongue, chuckling. " matter-of-fact, yes, I'm indeed here to borrow your finest little flower ."

sicheng's rosy cheeks redden a bit and his freckles become prominent. elkie whispers something into his ears, in a language so familiar yet also foreign to doyoung, and sicheng nods before he stands up. when they stand face-to-face like this, sicheng always seem smaller than his real height, given his petit body frame compared to doyoung's — and doyoung likes it. he gets an irresistible urge to protect sicheng when he seems meek like this.