"Yeah, it looked like he was tense! I did our best chef Niki a favor and slipped him a little something to help~ kyahaha!☆"
Although the redhead was laughing, you were entirely unamused. The stage lights rained upon Crazy:B's members, whom all stared directly at Rinne in utter shock. "You got Niki drunk without his permission?!" Asked a petite, pink-haired idol. He appeared to be livid with his unit leader's incompetence. "Do you need to get your ears checked? I just said that." Rinne's nonchalant behavior truly seemed to infuriate Kohaku. He clenched his hands into fists, teeth gritting visibly. "I'm not gonna be the one needin' a hearing exam by the end of this.." he growled.
Thankfully, HiMERU was quick to intervene. He stepped between the quarreling idols, huffing audibly aa he forced the two to cease their discourse. "Quit it. We could be doing something valuable with our time instead of uselessly arguing. What's done is done." He calmly reminded them. "Yeah, what he said!" Laughed Rinne. Kohaku simply stepped back, evidently far too pissed to even give Rinne a reaction. As for you, you were preoccupied in a desperate state of subtle panic. Lord knows how much wine Rinne gave Niki— the poor chef was stumbling everywhere he attempted to go. You had kept him close, only releasing him once Rinne gave the signal for another song.
How would Niki hold up? The next song in the list is Honeycomb Summer, a song with sections of jumping about laced in it's choreography. A drunk person may not have a great shot at this. However, you were certain he could at least try.
When it came time to bend backwards, you nearly toppled over with the drunken Niki upon your chest. You grasped his hip to steady him. It was definitely not time for the solo, yet the moment the others broke out of the teetering line, Niki grasped your hands in his. His slender digits encased your hands in warmth, gingerly swinging you about prior to bringing you close to himself. His face was flushed from drunkenness, his eyes half-lidded as he leaned into you. This unplanned solo quickly evolved into you twirling Niki about as he laughed with delight. Broadly grinning, you hoisted the gray-haired idol into your arms. He wrapped his legs around your waist, his arms around your neck as he peered down at you.
The audience applause roared like intense thunder the second this happened. Everything felt so hot, a kind of mutual heat forming between both you and the chef. Niki began smiling, bathing in yellow lights from above. You almost flopped over with how utterly gorgeous he looked. Forgetting about the others, you set Niki on his feet. You then swirled your finger, gesturing for him to do a small spin for the audience. Instead of doing a simple twirl like you expected him(and the sober Niki would have done), he turned into an elegant blur of blue-gray hair. Needless to say, the crowd was absolutely hyping Niki up. You slid on your heels across the stage, taking Niki's hip in your hand to cease his spin. Although he stumbled into you, you were happy to catch him. Your right hand trailed down his thigh, your opposite hand on his back as you leaned him back. His leg hoisted onto your waist, resting there as he leaned back, his hands grasping your shoulders. His ponytail hung near the stage floor, his expression softened to make the bedroom eyes. His scent dizzied you, the sweetness of sugary vanilla combined with mango undertones made you wish to breathe only Niki-scented oxygen.
From there, both Niki and yourself simply went off. In fits of drunken laughter, the chef danced between you in twirls, leaps, and occasionally— synchronized foot movements. You had begun to sweat at this point, although still having the absolute best time of your life. You noticed Niki's visible sweat as well, his breathing patterns in overheated(though exhilarated) pants. You swept your leg outwards, taking Niki's hand in yours. His hips swung from left to right in a fluid, oceanic-like motion as he placed his arms over your shoulders. He began to roll his hips at you, gazing into your eyes with a sickeningly affectionate expression. Your face turned bright red, head snapping in Rinne's direction. That man looked absolutely floored with shock. Your eyebrows bounced, a smug expression on your features. You then grabbed Niki's upper arms. He leaned into your collarbone, proceeding to bite it. You grasped his sides in your hands, evidently unprepared for this. Your tongue was tied— there was absolutely nothing you could say at that point. In a flustered panic, you stepped away from Niki.
He twirled to return to your chest, where his ponytail came loosely undone in a cinematic wave. The entire roll of his hair strands was so smooth and satisfying, you wished to witness that time and time again. As you scooped the idol into your arms, laughing as you did so, you realized he'd passed out. Wheezing, you hopped about to rejoin the rest of Crazy:B with the unconscious Niki in your arms. "Hey." You smugly said to Rinne. "How could he..! We had plans!" Whined Rinne, although he smiled quite broadly. HiMERU smiled at you. "You overdid it." His tone was lighthearted, which comforted you a bit from the embarrassment. "You're never gonna hear the end of this," Kohaku pitched in, snickering as he did so.
You never wanted to hear the end of it. You wanted to relive that over and over again.
