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Pale Skin On The Dance Floor
What Was Missing Series
Chapter -1-
Hips Don't Lie
Gon Freecs was a man difficult to dislike.
He knows it, his family knows it, his friends know it, his teachers know it — hell, even strangers know it when they see him.
He was raised by his aunt Mito — a beautiful, caring young woman who always knew how to show maternal love. So of course, he turned out pretty good. Being kind-hearted and friendly — he always knew how to make people smile. Almost everyone was naturally attracted to his positive attitude and cheerful personality. His contagious energy and charming smile allowed him to make friends very easily. He had loads of friends. Every single one is distinctly different from the other. He adored all of his friends. He should be happy, grateful even to be surrounded by such amazing people.
So, why is he not happy?
Don’t get him wrong, he’s not depressed. Not even sad. Having said that, it seems he's unable to genuinely say he's happy.
So? What is he missing? What does he crave? What is he looking for?
Maybe it’s a place. A job. A pet. A book. A song.
Or maybe, just maybe, it’s a person he hasn’t met. Not yet.
“So, what can I get for you?”
Gon turns to look at the bartender, he smiles, "just a beer, please.”
The bartender nods and walks away.
Gon turns back to observe his surroundings, squinting at the lights while humming along with the song.
Tonight, he could be found at a nightclub with his friends. And when he says friends, he actually means classmates. It was a normal thing for him to get invited to hang out by people he barely knew. Sometimes he accepted — sometimes he declined. Tonight though, it seems he accepted the invitation, although he can’t quite figure out why. And it wasn’t that he was against nightclubs — some days, he felt the need to dance while inebriated — still, he didn’t know if today was one of those days.
“Here you go,” he hears the bartender announce.
He turns around on his seat and grins, accepting his beer, “ thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” she smiles flirtatiously, slipping a small paper across the bar and walking away.
Gon raises an eyebrow while looking down at the paper. It seems she’s written her phone number on it, with a heart drawn beside it.
“Typical,” he mumbles while taking the paper and slipping it in his pocket. It wasn’t like he was going to call, he wasn’t interested, but he didn’t want to seem rude. He’s used to people flirting with him — he was attractive after all. Not that he cares that much, but people like to continuously remind him about it, for whatever reason. They would say how much they liked his glowing bronze skin and nut-brown eyes — touching his jet-black hair and wondering how it remained upwards and spiky. And it didn’t help that he was very athletic. His muscled build brings a lot of attention. Which he didn’t mind, at first, then he got tired of it.
“Well, cheers,” Gon mumbles to himself and takes a sip from his beer.
He rests his glass on the table and turns to look at the dance floor. He laughs silently when he spots his classmates fooling around. Maybe he'll join them — he thinks, once his blood tastes like alcohol.
Gon starts nodding his head to the music — mouthing lyrics and watching people dance to the rhythm of the song. Suddenly, someone’s dancing catches his eye — he can barely make out any facial features, but their mop of wavy white hair would get anyone's attention. It looked like white cotton candy, fluffy and soft, definitely very appealing. But his eyes wouldn't concentrate on only that, not when the stranger’s moving his hips like that.
“Fuck,” he gulps audibly — taking a long swig of his beer.
He’s most probably a guy, he deduces, taking in his lean and slender muscular physique. Every part of his body is remarkably accentuated by his clothing. He’s wearing a casual navy tight dress shirt tucked neatly inside black skinny jeans that hug his well-toned bottom in just the right places. The white-haired stranger is swaying his hips in sync with the music — slowly, almost teasingly. His enchanting movements with all the colorful lights reflecting on his hair make him stand out against the drunken crowd.
“Oh, ” he hums with curiosity when sees the stranger's movements stop. He walks away from the dance floor and starts approaching the bar. Once he’s nearby, Gon starts taking in his features, and all he's able to say is, damn. The guy sits near him, and he’s definitely one of the most breathtaking persons he’s laid eyes on in a while. He’s graceful and tall — about the same height as Gon. He has pale porcelain skin — smooth and white as snow. Flushed pink flower-like lips that stand out beautifully against his skin. But his most prominent feature is his captivating eyes — irises a myriad of pigments. Blue watercolors splattered on his eyes, from the shades of the ocean to the sky. And the cherry on top where his long black eyelashes, so thick you would think he wears makeup.
The blue-eyed stranger accepts his ordered drink — and it appears Gon isn’t the only one who’s caught the bartender’s attention. His caramel eyes observe with interest as a bored expression paints the pale man’s features while he crumbles a paper, and tosses it away.
Well, wasn’t that intriguing, he did the opposite of what Gon had done. Maybe that was an adequate response? It was rude, for sure, but at least he wasn’t leading anyone on.
The people start to go wild as the DJ gradually switches songs to a crowd favorite. All the lights start to blink repeatedly, numerous colors dancing on white skin — staining it as if it were a canvas.
“You’ve been staring for a while,” a silvery voice says in amusement.
Gon barely registers the words over the music, but when he does, he straightens up immediately — surprised to hear his object of interest talking to him. Even more so when he sees him open his mouth again and smoothly say, "So…are you going to buy me a drink or what?”
“…w-what?” Gon stutters, dumbfounded.
There’s brief laughter, followed by a shrug. “I guess it’s a ‘what.’ “