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Drunk!Hong Kong x Reader - Glad You Came

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It was nighttime. Or daytime. You couldn't tell. In the dark club, illuminated only by the lights at the bar and the dull glow of the glowsticks worn by practically everyone there, it seemed like nighttime was the only time. There were lamps, but the light they gave was so dim that they didn't really "light up" anything. It could've been just 20 minutes since you entered, or 20 days. The place had some sort of swallowing atmosphere, drawing you into its twisting labyrinth, cutting off your sense of time and leaving you lost amongst the dark shadows. Although this maze had alcoholic drinks.

You had came with your best friend Leon, a Cantonese guy who was a year or so older than you. Although his serious, mature nature said opposite, he loved clubs. He claimed that he liked the energy, strong vibrations pulsating throughout the building. He liked the loud music, the crazy people, the freedom to do whatever. You, on the other hand, just came because there was nothing else to do on this Friday night. And because you had never been to a place like this before,, and you were kind of drawn in by curiousity. Also, although you would never admit it, you couldn't say no to your best friend. Or crush. Whatever term you'd like to address him as.

Well, it definitely matched what you had imagined. The gray walls, flashing multicolored lights, sweaty, moving bodies. Maybe not the peculiar smell. Once your dark-haired best friend led you into the building, he disappeared into the crowd. You couldn't even catch him walking in, he just sort of... melted in. This was where he belonged.

Sadly, Leon was belonging so much that he left you completely alone, wary, and most definitely frightened. You were a female, you were alone, you were in a club. Put two and two together. Unsure, you paced back and forth in the entrance hall, debating whether you should just ditch or stay. In fact, you were so enveloped in your own thoughts you didn't notice that the mass of drunk, dancing teens had sucked you in, too. You looked up, and upon seeing that you were surrounded by people, started to panic. You did a 360, trying to find out where the hell you were. No success. Your palms started to sweat, and you took a couple deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down.

It's alright, I'm just in a dark, scary place where people might try and kidnap me or something and I have no clue with the exit is. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out.

Your heartbeat slowing down a couple beats, you pushed through the sweaty bodies in an attempt to find some place that wasn't the dance floor. It seemed to go on forever, some people were harder to push past than others, you were sure you got flipped off and cussed at on more than one occasion. It didn't matter, the important thing now was getting out.

So your attempts were not in vain. Finally you were at the edge of the dance floor, looking on to a couple of tables, chairs, and a counter that made up the bar. Only until you saw all these glasses and drinks did you realize how exhausted you were. Getting here was no easy feat. You quickly found an unoccupied chair at the counter and sat down, sighing in relief as the weight was lifted off your legs. A young man in a bartender's suit hurried to get your order. You looked at the menu behind him, squinting your eyes to read the chalk-scribbled words. Basically everything here had some sort of alcohol in it. You were old enough, but didn't really feel comfortable drinking in an environment like this, since you had no idea how well you could hold your alcohol.

"Can I just have some water, please?" you asked the bartender. Water was good. Cool. Refreshing. Wouldn't get you drunk. You smiled, expecting the guy to turn around and magically produce a tall glass filled to the brim with the liquid you requested.

What you didn't expect was for him to bite his lip and smile sheepishly at you.

"Uh, sorry, miss," he averted his eyes from you, "but we, uh, don't have any water." Flinching at your surprised expression, he quickly tried to think of something else to say. "But... but I could get you a glass of ice or something, if you'd like. It is water, just, you know, in a solid form..." the young man drawled off, awaiting your response and played with his hands, obviously uncomfortable.

Well, as cold and good a glass of uh, ice sounded right now, it definitely wouldn't do. You'd die of thirst waiting for it to melt! So gazing at the menu again, you spied a couple words that you didn't see before. Soda! That was good, right? Nothing with alcohol in that! Just caffeine and a whole lot of sugar. You didn't really drink it often, but the kick it gave was certainly enough to pull you through the night.

"Ah, well, can I have a Coke, please? Keep the change." You slid a five-dollar bill across the counter. People had told you how expensive drinks were at clubs, and you didn't want to take your chances. The bartender's expression seemed to lighten up at your request. He grinned, winked at you, and took the money, turning to the back and mixing up something in a glass before handing it to you.

"One Vodka and Coke, miss! Have a good one, yeah?"

Vodka? Wait, but you only asked for... and the young man was gone, serving another customer at the other end of the counter. You sighed, and stared down at the clear brown contents, taking an experimental sip. You spent five bucks on the thing, might as well drink it. Heck, it tasted like Coke, maybe there wasn't any Vodka in it...

Immersed in the drink, you didn't notice someone moving from his spot at the end of the bar to the seat next to you. You looked up to see who the stranger was.

...Not a stranger. It was your friend, Leon! Your best-crush-friend-thing! And your head was buzzing! This was not a good situation to be in. Mayday mayday, we're going down!

The Cantonese had a glass in his hand, too. He drank? Curiously you looked into the glass, but you couldn't tell. It wasn't like you were a drink expert or something. Leon seemed to notice you staring and smirked.

"I have no clue what that is, haha. It's sort of good though, want some?" he tilted the glass in your direction, the contents sloshing around, ice clinking the sides of the glass. You didn't know what to say. Was he drunk? Leon usually didn't talk in a tone so... cheery.

"Oh, um, alright." You took the glass, fingers brushing against his for a split second. You gave him a weary look as you took a sip, and he shot back a somewhat encouraging one.

Ugh. It tasted like really, really bad licorice. the liquid felt dry sloshing around in your mouth, and left a horrible aftertaste after you choked it down. Not wanting to discourage your tipsy friend, you managed a feeble grin and gave him a thumbs-up, setting down the glass a good distance away from you. Leon seemed pleased with this response, then grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the dance floor.

"Come on ______, let's... dance! Haha..." he called, motioning for you to come over.

Alright, the guy was definitely not sober. But he seemed easier to approach in this state. You know, the guy you liked. Was this a blessing or a curse?

Anyhow, Leon had somehow pulled you in with him and was now in front of you, swaying to the pounding beat like everyone else around you. Hastily you mimicked them, soon getting familiar with the song and doing your own thing, laughing and dancing. Leon chuckled and stepped closer to you. You didn't mind, but appreciated the gesture since it prevented you two from getting separated again.

Although you started to mind when he started moving so close that he was in your personal bubble, dancing just like he was when he was, well, four feet away. But now you could feel his presence, like a constant, pressing force. And the strange thing was, you didn't really mind. This was probably the closest you've ever gotten to first base, anyways. And it was with the guy you liked. Bonus. So you brushed it off and continued moving to the music, enjoying yourself immensely. Man, Leon did this almost every week, how the heck was he so serious all the time? Your eyes met on more than one occasion, and you both gazed at each other for precious seconds before looking somewhere else. You liked this place. No one really said anything, or did anything, just danced, laughed, and belonged. Anyone could be everyone here. It was awesome.

Fast forward an hour. Or five. Time passed quickly in this club. You were outside with your best friend, both of you drunk like there was no tomorrow, laughing your asses off at some stupid joke you said that may or may not have actually been an actual joke. You both looked awful. Your makeup was a bit smudged from your sweat, your hairband had fallen off so now your (length/color) hair hung untied. Leon's hair was mussed, and his clothes were rumpled from the constant movement. Multiple glowsticks that certainly weren't there when you guys entered were hung around your wrists and necks. The cool night air was heaven compared to the hot, stuffy temperature inside. You both were alone. And for some reason, your inner voice was telling you that this was the perfect time to confess. But, being the shy kid you were, you weren't going to make the first move in a million years.

Leon spoke up first, his voice cutting through the awkward silence that had settled comfortably around you two.

"Hey ______, can I ask you something?"

"Yeah?"

"Uh... nevermind." He stuck his hands into his pockets and focused on staring into the space behind you, clearly showing that this conversation was over.

"Come on, dude, don't leave me hanging... Mmf!" You were cut off as Leon suddenly stepped forward and wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing you on the lips. The contact felt really, impossibly good, and you struggled not to collapse with surprise. Eventually you calmed down, and your lips softened against his, kissing him back. He seemed to accept this and started moving forward a couple more steps, forcing you backwards. He placed a firm hand behind your head and pushed you against the wall, closing the gap between your bodies and kissing you more passionately than before. Your hands regained their ability to move and you quickly pushed him away, your face blushing madly.

"Wh...what's gotten into you, Leon?"

"Oh, I've liked you for a long time, ______. You know, it's just that it's a late Friday night, I'm a bit tipsy, and you're actually returning my kiss. That's all." The dark-haired boy pressed his lips against yours again for a moment before pulling back again, as if remembering something.

"Are you not enjoying yourself?"

"Oh, uh, I don't, n-no, I'm not..." you could barely utter a single word without stuttering. Everything seemed all mixed up, but in a good way. Sort of.

Leon seemed pleased with your answer.

"Cool. I'm glad you came, by the way."

He continued the embrace, and this time you didn't hesitate to reach your arms over his shoulders and wrap them around his neck, tangling your fingers within his hair.
First deviation! I'm turning over a fresh new leaf from FF.net to dA! And learning how incredibly different it is from FF... orz;;

Like submitting things! On FF, you just upload the document, choose the category, rating, type in a summary, and you're done! Here you get all these interesting features like preview images, tags/keywords, sharing options... I had to google how to submit a story after trying numerous times without success! (apparently .doc files don't work here...) Hopefully I'll get the jist of this soon, haha!

So here is a HKxReader fic based on the song "Glad You Came" by The Wanted! I've never been to a club, or consumed alcohol (besides a sip, and that was wine), or gotten snogged, so hopefully my incredibly lacking social life managed to spit out a good fic, yeah?
/forced laughter

**If you folks actually like this, I might make a part two of this with a ~*~*~LEMON~*~*~ (my mum would be so proud of me), seeing as there seems to be a lack of HKxReader lemons on this site and I need to change that, haha! So tell me your opinions below in the comments!

Part two (LEMON!!) can be found here! [link]

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ermergerd!!!! I love this!