dreamglow
𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗲 𝗱𝗼
phoenix
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go girl
It wasn’t the kiss that had Phoenix reeling.
Nor was it the fact that he had to go through with Myeong’s request. Shockingly, it was not making out in front of countless royalty and celebrities in the middle of a crowded ballroom. And it definitely wasn’t the intense battle for control of the kiss (a battle that he quickly lost). No. What had him reeling was the tracing of the lightning strike.
One could argue that it wasn’t deliberate, that hands tend to wander when kissing and they just so happened find purchase on his back, right over the tattoo. But Phoenix knew that wasn’t the case. These fingertips moved with purpose, tracing over every detail of the tattoo as if they’d studied it, memorized it for this very moment. It screamed dominance, was an intimidation tactic that plainly said “I know who you are, know all of your darkest secrets. I own you.”
No one owned him.
Nix pulled away from the kiss as if he’d been burned, giving Ama a look of deepest loathing. He then made a show of wiping his lips with the back of his hand before turning and disappearing into the crowd. After checking in with staff to find out where his room was, he eventually found the villa he’d be residing in for the duration of this trip and made his way inside, slamming the door behind him.
He stumbled into the bathroom, fumbling for the light switch and stood in front of the mirror, breathing hard. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He knew what kind of event Aphrodisia was, knew it was drugs, sex and partying disguised as some reality show, and he knew he’d be partaking in all of it. But he wasn’t supposed to recognize anyone here besides his sisters, wasn’t supposed to be making out with someone he’d “disliked” ever since their first meeting. And he definitely was not supposed to like kissing the one he thought he disliked.
”Fuck!” Phoenix shouted, slamming his hands down onto the vanity and hanging his head low. This was all just too much, too soon. But after a minute or so, he seemed to get himself together and straightened up, finally taking a look at his reflection in the mirror. And he looked like he’d been attacked. Great. Turning the water on, he cupped his hands under the faucet and once filled, brought it to his lips to help reduce the swelling. He repeated the process a few times until the swelling had been reduced and then started on taming his hair.
Nix headed back out to the bedroom and over to his suitcase, rifling through it until he found the clothes he wanted to wear and then went back into the bathroom. Far too lazy to take a shower right now, he stripped out of his current clothes and poured an entire bottle of liquid body glitter down his chest and back, making sure it coated his entire upper body. Without giving it time to dry, he put on the new shirt (or lack thereof). He purposely ignored the way it clung to his wet skin and took the time to adjust the shirt so that it exposed his glitter-covered chest and abdomen completely. Then it was onto getting the ripped black skinny jeans up his legs, a battle he wasn’t sure he was ready for.
Once the battle was over and boots were on, it was time to move onto the accessories. He put a choker around his neck, tightening it to the point where he could just breathe, and fastened the Patek Philippe watch onto his wrist. Now all that was left was to go to the after party. Though excited, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of trepidation. There was no way that kiss was two minutes long, so he knew it would have to resume during the after party. If it didn’t, Myeong would beat his ass and he didn’t want to go through that again. Plus, there was this date that still needed to happen within the next day and just all around, there were a lot of things to make him nervous.
He paused after opening the door to the villa to give himself a reminder. ”Remember who you are.” he whispered before shutting the door behind him and disappearing into the night.
And Phoenix definitely remembered who he was the second he walked into that mansion. The party was in full swing by the time he got there but instead of joining in the festivities, he made a beeline for the bar. He’d gotten a little too sober for his liking during his little bathroom freakout and desperately needed to change that.
Now with two drinks in hand, and all thoughts and fears about the previous kiss seemingly forgotten, he began dodging sober people acting like they were drunk and actual drunk people, intent on exploring a bit before dancing. He didn’t get very far in his explorations, however. The second he entered a room disguised as a mini casino, he spotted someone he knew very well.
Making sure to catch their eye, Phoenix set down both drinks on the nearest surface and pulled a little baggy full of white powder out of his pocket. Dumping its contents onto the table, he then arranged it all into a perfect little line. Smirking at the casino heir, he bent down and snorted it all, sniffling slightly when finished. ”Enjoy the show?” he asked in Mandarin, crumpling the baggy in his fist. ”Too bad this isn’t your casino. Unfortunately you can’t have any of your little security guards beat the shit out of me here.” Picking up one of the glasses he’d previously set down, he drained its contents before slamming it back down on the table.
Now it was time to resume his explorations. Or dance. Yeah, probably dance. Grabbing the remaining full glass, he made his way to the exit. Before he could cross the threshold and officially leave the room, Nix looked over his shoulder at Raye and blew him a kiss which was followed by a wink. Then he was gone.
The journey back to the dance floor took longer than it should have, but that was because he was already pretty crossed. He eventually found his way back and had just stepped onto the expensive flooring before he realized he had an entire drink in his hand. Well, that would make dancing difficult. Like he’d done with the previous one, he drank everything down until the ice was pressed against his lips and handed the glass off to a waiter, now finally making his way into the crowded dance floor.
A few songs later and Phoenix was nowhere near sober. The bass was pounding and he could barely hear himself think. The person he was grinding on kept trying to talk to him but he couldn’t hear a word they were saying so just smiled and (waved) nodded. But whatever, he was here to dance, not chat. When someone grabbed his hand and dragged him up onto a raised platform to dance with them, Nix just giggled and went along with it. He liked dancing, he liked people’s attention on him and that was exactly what he was getting right now.
”Nice chest,” spoke the guy who dragged him up in heavily accented English. Somehow, Nix managed to hear what was said and looked down at his own chest, noticing how the smeared glitter reflected just right in the light, catching the eyes of most near.
Phoenix turned to face the guy, licking his lips as he did so. "Thanks. I try,” he said with a smirk, looping his arms around the back of the strangers neck. Was he going to kiss him? He didn’t know. Part of him said to fuck it and do it but the other part, the part that was remembering the kiss in the banquet room, said not to. Should he though? Decisions, decisions.
A few seconds later (or it might’ve been minutes because who’s counting), mind made up, he leaned in for thekill kiss.
Nor was it the fact that he had to go through with Myeong’s request. Shockingly, it was not making out in front of countless royalty and celebrities in the middle of a crowded ballroom. And it definitely wasn’t the intense battle for control of the kiss (a battle that he quickly lost). No. What had him reeling was the tracing of the lightning strike.
One could argue that it wasn’t deliberate, that hands tend to wander when kissing and they just so happened find purchase on his back, right over the tattoo. But Phoenix knew that wasn’t the case. These fingertips moved with purpose, tracing over every detail of the tattoo as if they’d studied it, memorized it for this very moment. It screamed dominance, was an intimidation tactic that plainly said “I know who you are, know all of your darkest secrets. I own you.”
No one owned him.
Nix pulled away from the kiss as if he’d been burned, giving Ama a look of deepest loathing. He then made a show of wiping his lips with the back of his hand before turning and disappearing into the crowd. After checking in with staff to find out where his room was, he eventually found the villa he’d be residing in for the duration of this trip and made his way inside, slamming the door behind him.
He stumbled into the bathroom, fumbling for the light switch and stood in front of the mirror, breathing hard. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He knew what kind of event Aphrodisia was, knew it was drugs, sex and partying disguised as some reality show, and he knew he’d be partaking in all of it. But he wasn’t supposed to recognize anyone here besides his sisters, wasn’t supposed to be making out with someone he’d “disliked” ever since their first meeting. And he definitely was not supposed to like kissing the one he thought he disliked.
”Fuck!” Phoenix shouted, slamming his hands down onto the vanity and hanging his head low. This was all just too much, too soon. But after a minute or so, he seemed to get himself together and straightened up, finally taking a look at his reflection in the mirror. And he looked like he’d been attacked. Great. Turning the water on, he cupped his hands under the faucet and once filled, brought it to his lips to help reduce the swelling. He repeated the process a few times until the swelling had been reduced and then started on taming his hair.
Nix headed back out to the bedroom and over to his suitcase, rifling through it until he found the clothes he wanted to wear and then went back into the bathroom. Far too lazy to take a shower right now, he stripped out of his current clothes and poured an entire bottle of liquid body glitter down his chest and back, making sure it coated his entire upper body. Without giving it time to dry, he put on the new shirt (or lack thereof). He purposely ignored the way it clung to his wet skin and took the time to adjust the shirt so that it exposed his glitter-covered chest and abdomen completely. Then it was onto getting the ripped black skinny jeans up his legs, a battle he wasn’t sure he was ready for.
Once the battle was over and boots were on, it was time to move onto the accessories. He put a choker around his neck, tightening it to the point where he could just breathe, and fastened the Patek Philippe watch onto his wrist. Now all that was left was to go to the after party. Though excited, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of trepidation. There was no way that kiss was two minutes long, so he knew it would have to resume during the after party. If it didn’t, Myeong would beat his ass and he didn’t want to go through that again. Plus, there was this date that still needed to happen within the next day and just all around, there were a lot of things to make him nervous.
He paused after opening the door to the villa to give himself a reminder. ”Remember who you are.” he whispered before shutting the door behind him and disappearing into the night.
And Phoenix definitely remembered who he was the second he walked into that mansion. The party was in full swing by the time he got there but instead of joining in the festivities, he made a beeline for the bar. He’d gotten a little too sober for his liking during his little bathroom freakout and desperately needed to change that.
Now with two drinks in hand, and all thoughts and fears about the previous kiss seemingly forgotten, he began dodging sober people acting like they were drunk and actual drunk people, intent on exploring a bit before dancing. He didn’t get very far in his explorations, however. The second he entered a room disguised as a mini casino, he spotted someone he knew very well.
Making sure to catch their eye, Phoenix set down both drinks on the nearest surface and pulled a little baggy full of white powder out of his pocket. Dumping its contents onto the table, he then arranged it all into a perfect little line. Smirking at the casino heir, he bent down and snorted it all, sniffling slightly when finished. ”Enjoy the show?” he asked in Mandarin, crumpling the baggy in his fist. ”Too bad this isn’t your casino. Unfortunately you can’t have any of your little security guards beat the shit out of me here.” Picking up one of the glasses he’d previously set down, he drained its contents before slamming it back down on the table.
Now it was time to resume his explorations. Or dance. Yeah, probably dance. Grabbing the remaining full glass, he made his way to the exit. Before he could cross the threshold and officially leave the room, Nix looked over his shoulder at Raye and blew him a kiss which was followed by a wink. Then he was gone.
The journey back to the dance floor took longer than it should have, but that was because he was already pretty crossed. He eventually found his way back and had just stepped onto the expensive flooring before he realized he had an entire drink in his hand. Well, that would make dancing difficult. Like he’d done with the previous one, he drank everything down until the ice was pressed against his lips and handed the glass off to a waiter, now finally making his way into the crowded dance floor.
A few songs later and Phoenix was nowhere near sober. The bass was pounding and he could barely hear himself think. The person he was grinding on kept trying to talk to him but he couldn’t hear a word they were saying so just smiled and (waved) nodded. But whatever, he was here to dance, not chat. When someone grabbed his hand and dragged him up onto a raised platform to dance with them, Nix just giggled and went along with it. He liked dancing, he liked people’s attention on him and that was exactly what he was getting right now.
”Nice chest,” spoke the guy who dragged him up in heavily accented English. Somehow, Nix managed to hear what was said and looked down at his own chest, noticing how the smeared glitter reflected just right in the light, catching the eyes of most near.
Phoenix turned to face the guy, licking his lips as he did so. "Thanks. I try,” he said with a smirk, looping his arms around the back of the strangers neck. Was he going to kiss him? He didn’t know. Part of him said to fuck it and do it but the other part, the part that was remembering the kiss in the banquet room, said not to. Should he though? Decisions, decisions.
A few seconds later (or it might’ve been minutes because who’s counting), mind made up, he leaned in for the
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