downtown。

@☾Xukun C. it was one of those times where felix could most definitely see the strong want to get swallowed up by a pit of nothing but a pit of darkness, one where no one and not even him could see himself. but instead, here he was, getting swallowed by the crowding audience; the dirty looks and incoherent curses directed his way just honestly the least of his problems. because the exit was apparently too damn far, and maybe just maybe he'd make it if he tried hard enough, right? wrong. as much as he did push and shove, it was just him against a whole bunch of people and his biggest obstacle towards freedom, as he'd call it. long it surely did not take and he had this great tug onto his arm pull him back, and this one, he felt he had to ultimately look back to.

"no, xukun. you don't. there's nothing to talk about, really. just get back to your show, yeah?" the boy only retaliated soon with a pull back of his arm away from the latter. his eyes having yet to meet those of someone that probably did mean something to him, but then again that was back then. knowing felix, his past and everything or everyone in it should have been all behind him now. keyword, should have. "i'm sure you're really busy, don't need to be causing a scene or anything around your fans or something."

@☼ Felix L. He couldn’t let him run away again. Whatever the reason, the pain of desertion and betrayal experienced once was enough, he didn’t want to feel the tight clench of his heart as expectation slowly turned into stone cold dread ever again. Felix.... Felix was his precious friend, dammit. Even if he was human, he was amongst some of the most important in his not-too-big circle of friends. And to have him disappear again in front of his eyes... maybe Xukun was selfish for thinking so, but he wouldn’t let it happen again. He wanted to hold him tightly so he couldn’t continue to run away. Shoving against and being shoved by the people next to him, the dancer kept his gaze locked on the figure ahead of him. This time... This time he would not let him go without an explanation.

They were nearing the edge, and the crowd was thinning, the path becoming wider. Xukun thanked his vampire lineage briefly as he put on a burst of speed, drawing ever so much closer to the retreating youth. “Felix, wait, please- I haven’t seen you so long—“ His voice was a little broken, a little high pitched from running, genuine emotion running thick. The vampire was drawing closer, he was almost close enough to touch, reaching out the tips of his fingers desperately. “Please, I-I missed you...”

@☾Xukun C. this whole thing was a big mistake. if anything, felix knew he wasn't supposed to be here. here, being anywhere near that was associated to a big patch of his past and that most importantly being dancing. it wasn't as if he'd grown to hate it or anything - trust, he has tried but then again, that'd be straight up lying to himself. there was still that soft spot within him for the movement lifestyle in particular, although it was truly just the dreadfulness of never being able to pursue it like he once did that set his feelings at a low. only if it weren't for his fellow friends he'd apparently have to accompany just to watch the entire show run, then perhaps he'd be somewhere else. probably nested at home coming up with more video content, working on editing or even catching up on some band practice, something .. anything. so long as he wouldn't be possibly leaving the vicinity with a heavy heart at least. a whole product of jealousy at it's finest most likely indeed, the young drummer wasn't too sure just yet but, at the moment he was tense. one could easily suspect it was from the air of unfamiliarity to being in such a whipped crowd, when all he'd been used to was an upfront view from the stage itself.

and of course, although that wasn't far from the truth, instead it was something- or more like someone that had him feel the way that he did as he stood in that crowd in utter silence. "xukun." was that one being he knew all too well, or at least, at some point in his life? before he'd escaped from their friendship and deliberately threw it all away. out of pride, in a sense, with the least bit that he still had left. and he wouldn't need to be answering to absolutely anyone associated to that horribly nostalgic patch, not now, not ever. feeling as if he'd overstayed his welcome, felix easily saw his need to make his way out. their eyes locking when all he'd ever wish was to have disappeared in the crowd, be as hidden as a tiny fly. although, not an ounce of lady luck was on his side for as he'd push through the mesh of bodies, he was only hearing his name being constantly called out. ", , ." incoherent curses escaped his lips as he dare not look back, because the last thing he really needed was a so-called goddamn /reunion/.

@☼ Felix L. As the music closed out, Xukun struck his last pose on the stage with a flourish. Below him the crowd roared with applause, and for good measure he threw in a wink too, which made the girls scream louder. It was sunny and sweat had soaked through the thin shirt he had, and though his chest rose and fell rapidly Xukun still felt a bit like he didn't have enough air in his lungs, but the thunderous applause and the proud looks on his teammate's features made it all worth it. He knew he probably had a huge smile on as well, different from the practiced smirks that he usually displayed on stage - this one was more real, more genuine. They had done well. Months of hard work, choreographing and re-choreographing the moves, dancing until they couldn’t move anymore just so that for the few minutes they were on stage, it would all look brilliant and flawless. And they had done it. And even though his limbs were soft from the lack of strength, Xukun thought that he had enough energy to dance for a few more days just now, for the energy of their fans below. The looks of awe and adoration was what he lived for. His gaze flickered over them, all the new and unfamiliar faces and of course, the.... familiar ones.

The smile on his lips froze for a millisecond, gaze landing on a pair of eyes that he knew too well and a face that he had not yet forgotten, and they pieced together a name in his mind. A name that brought warm nostalgia and happiness, filling up a place that had been reserved for the other in his heart. A name that was amongst his closest friends, but then disappeared suddenly, leaving him hurt and with so many questions. He forgot where he was, just briefly, wanting to call out to him and to spill out his mountain of words and questions- but then the person behind him nudged his waist, and they were being ushered off the stage, and Xukun could only bow and smile politely as they went through back stage and out again. After he found himself free again, the vampire threaded his way through the throng of people, battling against the movement to find him again: “Felix-!”