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It was a comfortable night at the By the Beat livehouse. A soft instrumental plays in the background adding to the festive aura, along with the hum of chatter and laughter from all the guests. Its two days before Christmas eve, so might as well get into the spirit with a get-together.
There, Kaelix sits with a group of people talking away, sipping a hot chocolate and laughing away at something Vanta said. Freodore thinks he looks gorgeous. The way the lighting hit and how his ugly christmas sweater was a perfect fit, not to lose but not tight. It was easy to tell that in the past he was a model but he was much more than that. He was everything to Freodore.
“You have been staring at him for longer than you usually do, is everything good or are you finally realizing you like him?” Says Zeal, who is (like always) behind the bar.
“Yeah! You look all goo-goo at him like he's a diamond! And he might as well be with those eyes.” Seible adds on giggling and lightly elbowing the teal haired boy, earning a light slap on the head.
Seible and Zeal were right, Freodore knew he felt something different for the ocean eyed boy. It wasn’t until a few weeks ago he realized that he may have caught feelings for him. Freodore aspired to be a better singer for Kaelix, he wanted to get better at everything for him.
“I don’t know what to do…” Freodore mumbles, slumping forwards, completely different from his normally good posture.
Zeal lets out a soft chuckle before he speaks, “You know, I think you just need to say it straight to him, he’s a bit dense you know? We all seen him not clue into context before.”
Freodore can just sigh, turning his head to see Kaelix, to his shock he's looking in their direction. Freodore makes eye contact with him by accident and quickly turns away, faster than a normal person should. He pushes himself up off the table with a flushed face and straightens his posture as Seible laughs like he saw the funniest thing in the world.
Kaelix is what everyone dreams to be (or have,) hence why Freodore is nervous. Hes never had a crush on anyone, let alone one of the same sex, and the definition of an angel.
He can still feel eyes on him as soft footsteps grow louder with each second. He swears that Seible and Zeal can hear his heart with how loud its thumping. Slowly, he once again turns his neck behind him to be greeted not by Kaelix, but by Vanta.
“Oh, Hello Vanta-senpi, how are you enjoying this party?” Freodore asks off guard, he's relieved that it's not Kaelix but at the same time his heart aches a little in disappointment.
A small flush is on Vanta’s cheeks, a sign that he's been drinking a bit more than he can handle.
“Freoo, I said drop the formality, I'm basically your father.” Vanta says, his words a little bit slurred but not overly as he takes a seat next to him. “Kaelix has been stealing glances at you all evening, what's going on? Is this about when he called you the dutchess because you are very pretty and move elegantly or something that one time on stream?” He questions making a puzzled face.
Seible gasps, hand dramatically flying to his mouth. “He called you pretty??? And you think you don't have a chance?? At this point I'm going to take down the mistletoe decoration and hold it over your heads so you HAVE to kiss!” The brunette exclaimed, making some of the closer livers turn their heads but to soon return back to their conversations.
Freodore quickly shushes Seible with a loud ‘shh’, a bright flush dusts his cheeks and ears at the thought and embarrassment from him yelling such an idea. But before he knew it, Zeal grabbed the mistletoe decoration hanging from the top of his cup cabinet and handing it to Seible who immediately grabs Freodore by the arm and drags him across the room to the group Kaelix is with, oblivious to the whole situation.
Letting go of Freodore, he grabs Kaelix by the shoulder and turns him around to face the shorter man, confused, he asks, “Seible? What are you doing? Not even a “Hello?” Kaelix says.
Seible raises his arm, mistletoe in hand, using his other free arm lighty pushes Freodore closer to the mistle toe and also, closer to Kaelix.
Both are flushed, realizing at what the the brunette was doing as Seible explains, “If you are under the mistletoe, you have to kiss someone who passes through!” Says, pushing the teal haired even closer eventually, completely under it, facing Kaelix.
Everyone is watching now, the music still playing but the voices hushed into a murmur. Freodore is embarrassed, and panicked, but kind of glad Seible has done this, but he could have done it differently.
Kaelix on the other hand, was shocked and even more confused, but follows what Seible says.
Slowly, his hands reach the back of Freodore's head and the top of his neck, he leans forwards pulling the smaller man closer into a soft peck. But than quickly removing his hands.
Freodore is frozen, but not for long, he turns and runs into the staff room, shutting the door behind him as he paces the room, many emotions and thoughts flood his head, did Kaelix actually kiss him? Did he feel forced to because of Seible? What if Kaelix does like him back? His mind was running at a million miles per hour but it wasn’t until he heard a light click of the door being closed he stopped pacing.
A soft voice asks him, “Hey, Freo? Are you okay?” Kaelix asks, voice full of worry as we steps closer, his hand outstretched and connecting with his shoulder.
Kaelix has always been touchy, he loves embracing his friends in hugs and patting their heads but with it was different, he only did it when he was stressed, worried, or anything of the sorts.
“Uhm, yeah! Yeah, I'm fine, I'm sorry about Seible, I don't know what he thought…” Freodore says, looking at the floor like it was the most interesting thing ever.
“No, I should be sorry for kissing you, without permission too! I feel like the biggest jerk ever! Consent is sexy and yet I didn’t even make sure it was okay. Truth is, I’m glad Seible did that. Maybe I finally have the confidence to say that I like you.” Kaelix says, his voice getting quieter each word that is spoken, Both are now beet red, it feels hot for the normally cold room, silence soon follows, the only noise is the commotion outside.
“Im sorry, I probably also shouldn’t have blurted that out also, it was very out of the blue and-” Kaelix gets cut off by a finger to his lip.
“I feel the same, Kaelix… I am so nervous because, its you? Who wouldn’t?” Freodore says, just above a whisper.
Finally, they look at each other, a small smile on both of their faces as Kaelix hands one again find their place on Freodores head.
“I should ask this time, may I?” he asks, head slightly leaning to the side.
“Go ahead.”
Kaelix embraced his lips for the second time that night, but properly, it was longer, not rushed, but full of emotion, love, and unspoken words.
“Thank you, for reciprocating my feelings…” Freodore says, pulling away from the kiss.
“Thank you for being under the mistletoe.”