Hands In The Stars

31. Contact Collision

The sturdy, soundproof walls of the room kept the booming music from the other side out, but slight vibrations from the bass still pushed through. The soft tunes of a saxophone danced from the speaker by the ceiling over the two men. The walls were a deep red, padded with details of velvet and dusky wood, matching the big couch wrapped around it all. The area may have been of a more limited kind, though for being called a booth by the employees, it was more than large enough. A box completely for their own world and nothing more. Feng enjoyed the weight of Kuan-Ju's body leaning against his torso, and his fingers ran tenderly up and down the other mans arm. He wiped some sweat away from his face, then pushed the curtain from the small window next to them back just the slightest. He peaked out into the flashing area. For a second, he caught Dorah staring at their booth, though it seemed the bartender had distinguished something moving inside for he quickly went back to his own work. 
"Mmh, are you comfortable, my Kuan?" Feng's soothing voice joined the jazz tunes as he quickly turned his attention back to the man spread out over his chest. His brown eyes stuck to Kuan-Ju's figure as he spread his fingers over the damp, raven hair of his companion. A faint smile spread across Kuan-Ju's face. Hesitantly, he buried his blushing cheeks against Feng's chest, shielding his satisfied and genuinely happy look. With the softest sigh, and the most tender touch imaginable, Kuan-Ju gently spread his slender hand our over Feng's chest. He slowly but surely bound his long, slim arms around the mighty administrator.
"Do I really need to reply such an apparent answer, my dear?" Kuan-Ju's deep, tender voice danced around the soundproof walls with ease. Feng smiled warmly at that.

With heartbeats mimicking the others, breaths aligning together, and with eyes meeting with such love, Kuan-Ju couldn't help but chuckle. He shyly veiled his face with his hand.
"I can't have you look at me- You cause me to become all weak." The tall hitman laughed, slightly embarrassed. Slowly, he began pushing his lanky body up onto his feet. Suffering through the others pull away, Feng had to hold himself back from wrapping his arms tightly around Kuan-Ju. By contrast, he watched. With nothing but the cheerful, somber lights to escort him, Kuan-Ju gathered the long white robe neatly hung on the walls for staff use. He slipped into it by routine, an everyday task at this point.
"We need to get going, my dear, I've kept you occupied long enough. I'm confident your brother is awaiting you." Kuan-Ju murmured. He slipped his hands behind his back, yanking his long, pitch-black hair out of the robe.
"Hm, at times I despise that you shall always be correct." Feng sighed, a slightly sad tint in his tone. Next, he too got up and quickly fastened all the buttons of his dress shirt and pants back properly. With swift movements, Kuan-Ju exited the entrance, trying his best to shelter himself from the overly hyped crowd for tonight. Sure, weekends were always fully packed, but this was almost absurd.

People were dancing, screaming, and pushing each other left and right. They stood so compressed they were practically inhaling the same air their dancing neighbor just exhaled. Really? Does nobody have any human decency left? Kuan-Ju couldn't help but scoff, but realizing his previous actions overlapping the last hour or so, he quickly shook the thought out of his head. Walking with rapid, wobbly steps, Kuan-Ju could still feel the fiery breath against his skin. The soft, loving lips, mighty and tender hands, the ticking of his long hair brushing against his back. Everything just felt so warm and gracious at the moment. Without detecting it, he wobbled a bit too close to the wall, catching himself within mere seconds as the alcohol from earlier began to strike him all at once. Feng's big, soft hand gently but firmly wrapped around his shoulder for support. 

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Ethan spat out his mint bubble gum and released it into the trash can beside the door.
"So in the end it just got fed to the floor! We put so much effort into that cake too, really unbelievable. Not even I would be so irresponsible to just walk off, no matter if I had been two years younger, and I was likely very annoying at that age-" He finished his upset rant about the previous cake incident, and Meihui's chuckle chimed in. Sitting down onto one of the tall stools by the mirror wall, next to Edwin, Ethan revolved around a bit. Edwin simply scoffed at the flashback of his birthday party.
"You two are going to have to bake another cake, for the staff! Right Cherry? I want to taste your bakings too!" Travis exclaimed in his high-pitched voice, finishing up his sink-bath and dropping down the muddy sponges of liquid makeup into it. "Nobody produces any dirty dish now, please."
"Darling, I think for the better of us, it was likely adequate that the cake fell into oblivion." Meihui chuckled. "I didn't even taste it before deciding that hey, let's just wrap this thing up and get going! I mean, at least my little Ethan is an artist and took the time to decorate it all by himself. I'm telling you, your guy has a gift, Eddie." He laughed as Edwin gave him a bold look. The younger one couldn't help but to smile alongside Meihui's beaming character. Ethan just blushed at the remarks.