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yourkeeperoftherunners · 7 years ago

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Avec Nocturne Ch. 2

Summary: AU A little thing called the flu forced him to call out sick for days. What he didn’t bargain for was his workplace hiring a girl to spin the tracks while he was out. He’s pissed off but why’s he thinking random thoughts about her?

Rating: PG-13 (Language, Strip Club setting, Flirting, Mentions of the flu)

Characters: DJ!Chanyeol x Kit OC, featuring appearances of OT12 members

Notes: This is a spin-off (no pun intended!) series of Unwind written by @xiubaek13 and @oh-beyond. (Written with their blessing – thank you!) I own nothing except for my own OC and the content written here. (I recommend reading Unwind first to get a better understanding of the story’s universe.) I do not claim to be an expert in DJ-ing. Banner created by me. Absolutely no reposting anywhere else as your own!

Ch. 1 | Ch. 3

“Excuse meeeeee?” a male voice called out as the owner rapped on the door repeatedly.

Kit jerked her head up from putting songs into her playlist and glanced over at the door, leaning back to get a better look at the young man standing outside. She slid her headphones down and cracked open the door to the booth. “Yeah can I help you?”

The blonde crossed his arms over his chest and shot her a suspicious look. “You’re not Chanyeol – why are you in the DJ booth?”

“I’m his backup – he’s sick apparently,” Kit replied as she gripped her headphones. “Sorry, are you his boyfriend or something?”

The blonde blinked, recoiling at her comment in shock, while another young man howled in laughter as he stood behind the bar. Kit peered over in the direction where the laugh came from, watching as the young man cackled, hand slapping the counter.

“Oh God! Imagine that! Tao as Chanyeol’s boyfriend? Haha!” the bartender whooped, wiping tears from his eyes.

The blonde whipped his head around and scowled at the bartender, teeth gritted. “Shut up Sehun.”

“That was too funny noona!” Sehun said before he reached under the bar for something. He straightened up and walked around the counter with a cold water bottle in hand, holding it out to Kit. “Lay said you were talented but he never said you were funny and savage!”

A confused wisp of a smile crossed her lips as she took the water bottle and ducked her head to say thank you.

“How does Lay-ge know you?” Tao asked as he tilted his head. “I’ve never seen you around here.”

“Lay didn’t tell you?” Kit snorted as she uncapped the water. “I had to make up a mix on the spot for him to dance to, so your bosses could see me in action. Just started…couple hours ago? So, I figured Sehun’s the bartender and you –”

“I dance,” Tao cut in. “Also do special martial arts demonstrations in my performances. How long are you here for?”

“Until Chanyeol recovers,” another young man replied, placing a hand on Tao’s shoulder. “Tao, you should get backstage. Sehun, I think some patrons are headed your way.”

Tao sighed as he sauntered off in the direction of the stage and Sehun pouted before slipping behind the bar, a smile fixed in place as the customers approached the counter. The other young man walked up to the entrance of the booth and rested a hand on the frame.

“You’ll have to excuse Tao – he’s used to seeing a bunch of guys working here, not a young woman doing something other than drooling over him and the other dancers,” the man said, “I’m D.O. by the way, and you must be Kit. Lay must have really liked your work if he couldn’t stop talking about the song he danced to.”

Kit nodded as she put the water bottle down before shaking hands with D.O. “Nice to meet you too – think Luhan said you’re security, correct?”

“Yes, if any problems arise, just press the button under the counter and I’ll be here in seconds,” D.O. confirmed, pointing out the button located beneath the tables. “How are you doing so far?”

“Not bad, I’m in my element so I can’t complain too much,” Kit admitted as she glanced over at the playlist to make sure she had enough queued up. “It’s sort of been crash course learning – play the music and meet the people along the way. So far I’ve met you, Lay, Sehun over there, Mr. Personality, Kris, Xiumin, and Luhan but I’m thinking there’s probably a lot of people I haven’t met yet, right?”

“Ah, a few more faces,” D.O. replied. He glanced over at the stage and nodded, gesturing to the warm-skinned young man walking to the center. “Like Kai – he’s the other main dancer that performs out here.”

“Hang on I should get something together for him,” Kit murmured as she scrolled through her library and began pulling songs together. “Is there anything he will absolutely not dance to?”

“I think he’s pretty flexible like Lay,” D.O. said as he watched her slot two songs into her program.

“Okay, I think we need to lighten things up a little,” Kit said as she played the opening of a track titled “Whistle”, a brief soundbite answering back:

Hey boy…

Hey girl…

D.O. listened as she blended the instrumental of the second track with the whistling sounds of the first song. He glanced up at the stage, watching as Kai did body rolls in time with the beats.

Neon neomu areumdawo neol ijeul suga eobseo geu nunbichi ajik nareul ireohge seollege hae Boom boom

24, 365 ojik neowa gachi hagopa najedo i bamedo ireohge neoreul wonhae Ooh ooh

“How’s he doing?” Kit asked as she played with the next segments for meshing the two songs together.

“He seems to be enjoying himself,” D.O. murmured as Kai picked up the pace of his movements, matching them as the second track’s chorus kicked in.

Oh oh oh Lotto Oh oh oh Lotto oh oh oh Oh oh oh Lotto Oh oh oh Lotto oh oh oh

The security employee found himself nodding along to the catchy, mid-tempo song sprinkled with whistle sounds in the background.

“It’s catchy,” D.O. said. “It’s…playful in a way, this mix. Usually he gets these really sexy songs that are slow and sensual. I think this is a little more his speed.” He jerked his head up at the sound of women shrieking and bit his lip, shaking his head. “Aish, the shirt’s off and our clients are fighting over it!”

Kit snuck a look up at the stage and bit back a laugh when she saw the tan-skinned man was shirtless and a group of middle-aged women were now fighting over the collared shirt he had sported earlier. Kai continued to dance, smirking as his hips thrust forward before he began swaying in circles, a hand trailing through his hair as the other waved around freely.

D.O. sighed before excusing himself to break up the catfight while Kit shook her head and began dragging more songs into her queue.

So far it hadn’t been too bad – people seemed to be responding to her mashups and most of the staff seemed decent. (Save for Tao.) She glanced up at the sound of Sehun knocking on the booth frame.

“You’re doing well so far,” he said with a nod of his head. “Kai loves dancing almost as much as he loves sleeping but I’ve never seen that spark in his eyes before. Don’t get me wrong – Chanyeol’s good at his job, but you’re giving us a fresh perspective.” He grinned as he crossed his arms over his chest. “I’ll give you credit for burning Tao back there – we’re friends but sometimes he’s a pain in the ass to deal with. Only a few of us can keep him in line.”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you that just slipped out and wasn’t meant to sound savage, would you?” Kit asked as she looked over at him. “I mean, for all I know, he could be ogling the guy from a distance and thought tonight was the night to say something.”

Sehun snickered and shook his head. “Nah, Tao’s not into Chanyeol in that way – I’ve seen him complain to the giant about song choice a couple of times after performances. Chanyeol just takes it and shrugs it off. Maybe a few times he trolled Tao but that’s only if he feels brave enough to poke the panda.”

“You guys call Tao a panda?” Kit asked as she shot him a bewildered look.

Sehun gestured to the under eye area on his face and explained that the blonde was noted for having significant eye bags that made him resemble a panda. Kit nodded to show she understood before grabbing her water bottle and taking a swig.

“So what’s this Chanyeol guy like anyways?”

Sehun opened his mouth to say something, but closed it when he heard Xiumin say something via the microphone in his earpiece. He closed his mouth and sighed as he straightened up.

“Sorry noona, Xiumin’s telling me to get back to the bar now,” Sehun said. “I’ll chat later – come find me afterwards, okay?”

Kit bid him goodbye as she checked her watch. Four minutes to go before her break came up. She stretched her arms out and rolled her shoulders back, glancing at the estimated time for her playlist at the bottom of her screen. Noticing that it was shy of seven minutes, she began adding more music into the queue to total eighteen minutes – a bit of wiggle room in case.

In her peripheral vision, she saw someone approaching the booth and she looked up to see it was Kai, still shirtless and drenched in sweat.

“No luck getting that shirt back, huh?” she joked.

Kai shook his head and laughed as he ran a hand through his messy hair. “Ah, there’s plenty backstage – giving up one shirt won’t hurt me. So, you’re new DJ Lay was talking about?”

“Yup, that’s me. Although I have no idea how long I’ll be here for, since the mysterious Chanyeol is said to be pretty sick.”

“Hopefully you’ll be here a few more days,” Kai replied as he rested a hand on the doorframe. “I had fun out there. Well, take that back – dancing is fun, period, but I enjoyed the mashup you just played for me. You on break soon?”

“In two – nah actually now officially on break,” Kit corrected as she checked the clock.

Kai straightened up and stepped back so she could close up the booth. She retrieved her water bottle and phone before slipping past Kai, grabbing the door handle and pulling it closed behind her.

“Wanna get some fresh air?” Kai asked as he gestured to the doors. “I’ll show you the patio – some people go out there for a smoke but I prefer it because it’s quiet.”

“Fresh air sounds good – hang on, are you okay to take a break now? I’d hate for you to get in trouble like Sehun almost did.”

“Yeah I’m free no–“ Kai paused before Sehun flagged him down. “Or maybe not?”

“That woman over at the far right table was talking about you,” Sehun explained as the pair approached the bar. He pointed in her direction, noting it was the one wearing a Bride-to-Be sash. “Her friends were wondering if you’d give a private dance for her. All of them are chipping in for this – also wondered if you’d give her a kiss or two.”

Kai flashed Kit a guilty smile and mouthed an apology before wiping his face with a towel Sehun threw him. He draped the towel around his neck and excused himself to go greet the bachelorette party requesting him.

“Break time?” Sehun asked her.

“Yeah,” Kit replied, “where can I find the patio by the way?”

Sehun leaned over the bar and used his arm to show the directions to the area Kai mentioned. Once she understood where she was going, she excused herself to find it, nodding at D.O. as she passed him.

“Ah! Kit-noona, hi!” Chen said as she stepped out onto the patio.

“Am I interrupting a profound thinking moment, cause I can go elsewhere for my break,” Kit asked.

“Oh no, no! You can stay,” he reassured her.

She thanked him before taking a seat, stretching her legs out and sighing.

“How’s your first night so far?” he asked.

“Better than I expected,” she said. “Well, almost – I think Tao hates me but I was bound to piss someone off, right?”

Chen shook his head and chuckled lightly. “He’s hard to please – don’t take it personally.”

“In my defense, he was really going hard asking why Chanyeol wasn’t in the booth, when was he coming back, and yeah, you get it.”

“You weren’t screaming about his blonde hair or his muscles,” he teased. “See, if you did that, then he’d be nicer!”

Kit squinted at him and pursed her lips at the suggestion. “I can see why people like him, but I’m not charmed. He needs to laugh more – maybe that will help with his panda complex as Sehun tells me.”

Chen laughed, doubling over and slapping his leg at her suggestion. Kit watched him and shook her head with amusement.

“What? How is that funny? I’m serious!” she replied. “But I’ve been wondering, what’s DJ Chanyeol like anyways? I keep hearing his name and all I know about him is that he must be really tall and he might troll the dancers with song choices.”

Chen straightened up, catching his breath as he leaned back, giving her question some thought. Tall. Loud. Hyper. Music lover. Those were a few of the words one used to describe Park Chanyeol. On a more descriptive level, it was probably better to have her chum up Baekhyun or D.O. for answers, as they hung with him more, especially off the clock.

“Well you might wanna ask his friends, but based on working with him, he loves his job,” Chen offered. “I know you’re probably sick of everyone talking about him, but it’s rare to see him not come in. He’s nice to everyone, even the people who are assholes. I mean, if you had a disgruntled client come up to him and start screaming at him, he’ll apologize with a smile and ask how he can make it better. Now, if you took the same person and they did that to Tao, well, Tao would do, um, the opposite with a bored or unimpressed look on his face.”

Kit nodded as she tried to picture the young man at work in the booth. “Sure hope the poor guy gets better – flu’s a really nasty thing to deal with. Who are his friends here?”

“D.O. – you’ve already met,” Chen mused as he ticked them off on his fingers, “and Baekhyun – you’ll meet him eventually. He does the private performances with Suho. Usually if people book something or make a request for a more intimate session, they’ll be the ones handling those. No sex though – although I’ve seen many flustered people walk out of there with uh, well, that look on their faces.”

“Too hot to handle?”

“I guess,” Chen replied. He checked his watch and huffed when he saw his time was up. “Back to the grind. How much longer do you have?”

Kit checked the timer on her watch and replied that she had a few more minutes.

His hand was on the handle when he heard her ask, “Hey, no one here thinks I’m trying to take Chanyeol’s job, right?”

Chen frowned, brow raised as he glanced back at Kit. “Uh I don’t think so,” he said. “Why? Oh please tell me Tao didn’t plant that seed in your head – everyone else seems to like you just fine! Lay won’t shut up about your audition and from what I heard all night, Kris was smart to get your info and ask you to work with us. What made you think that?”

Kit shrugged as she looked around the patio. “I’m not…ungrateful about all of this happening,” she said. “Sometimes I wanna ask myself if it’s a dream that I’ll wake up from any moment now. I’m not gonna bore you with the details, but it’s a little overwhelming to be here by myself without a set plan in place. I can deal with whiny people who hate my persona but last thing I wanna do is kick a good person out of a job. Plus, I sense there’s an unspoken bro code here that’s being screwed with by me being here. Not sure I like all of the attention I’ve been getting – it’s almost like they’ve never seen a girl spin tracks before.”

Chen turned around and patted her shoulder. “I’m not sure how you did it, but I think the fact that you took the first step to fly out of the country and try living here is pretty brave in itself. As for Chanyeol, yes we’re all used to him and it’s unusual to not see him in the booth, yelling something into a microphone while wearing shades, but it’s not a bad different. He was due for a break though – I don’t think he took a lot of time off for the holidays last time. Maybe the bare minimum, but others took a week or two off to recoup and see family and friends. If anyone does give you a hard time though, tell me and I’ll make sure to get back at them.”

Kit shot him a smile and shook her head as she pushed herself to a standing position. “Nah it’s fine – thanks for letting me ramble. It’s hard to read some of your co-workers but maybe it’s just my personal doubts getting to me. That or the fact that I’m still hella jet-lagged a week later!”

Chen blinked at the slang term and tilted his head. Wait what?

“Oh I guess my state’s showing – sorry,” Kit replied. “I’m originally from Studio City, California. Hella’s just a fancy adjective to emphasize something being more than average. For example, I would recommend you never take the bus by yourself in downtown Los Angeles because they’re hella sketchy. Translation – public buses are very questionable if you’re traveling alone and not from LA. Does that kind of make sense?”

Chen snickered and nodded as he held the door open for her. Kit thanked him as she slipped through the doors and began heading back to the booth.

“I’m going to warn you that if you say that around Suho, he might try to use it in his vocab or worse, crack a Dad joke with it,” Chen called after her. “By the way, his jokes are the worst – don’t let anyone tell you otherwise!”

“Chanyeol! I’m back – how are you feeling?” D.O. called out as he slipped through the door, closing it behind him.

“I hate being sick,” Chanyeol moaned from upstairs.

“Well, you sound a little better,” D.O. sighed as he wandered into the kitchen. He flicked the lights on and checked the kettle and soup pot, finding both were empty. “You finished everything?”

“Everything stayed down,” Chanyeol said. “I listened to you and slept most of the day too. Also took a cold shower, but had to make the water lukewarm a minute in – cold was too cold.”

“Good,” D.O. said, trying not to laugh at the thought of Chanyeol jumping away from the freezing cold stream of water. “I’ll make you more soup then. I also grabbed medicine for your cough – should help clear that.”

“My doctor,” Chanyeol crooned.

D.O. rolled his eyes as he washed everything in hot, soapy water before clearing space to chop vegetables and prep the base of the soup. He heard footsteps, followed by a loud coughing fit.

“Stay out of the kitchen,” D.O. warned. “I don’t want you coughing on the food.”

Chanyeol sighed as he lingered at the entrance to the kitchen, sniffling. “So how was work?”

D.O. nodded as he tossed onions, carrots, and celery into a pot. “Good,” he replied, uncapping the lid on a container of chicken stock. He poured the liquid into the pot, tapping the bottom to get the remaining drops out.

“Who did the music?” Chanyeol persisted.

D.O. carried the pot over to the stove and placed it on a burner. He turned the dial and adjusted it to medium heat. “The managers and the owner brought in someone to cover for you. She’s from the US I think.”

Chanyeol froze when he heard the reply, his eyes widening. No, that couldn’t be right. Why would they just…?

He didn’t care if it was a girl or a guy they brought in, no he only cared that they had someone else mixing in his booth. The DJ booth at the club had become his second home – sure it was small (maybe borderline cramped) but he loved going in there to play with the controls, headphones dangling from his neck, and beats booming from the speakers. He knew the equipment inside and out unlike anyone else, save for Luhan who had a general idea of how it worked, as he reminded Chanyeol to treat it with care, or risk having the damages come out of his paycheck. He swallowed hard and watched D.O.’s face for any signs as he asked his next question.

“How bad was she?”

D.O. frowned and glanced over at Chanyeol with a confused look. “Bad? What’s your deal? No, she was great! Her mixes are different from yours, but she’s got her own style and it works for our team too. I never said she was replacing you for good – I think she’s only helping out until you recover. That’s what Xiumin told me.”

Chanyeol pressed his lips together and pouted as he watched D.O. calmly chop chicken, tossing it into the pot with the stock and veggies. He noticed the bag on the counter containing the cough medicine and he reached out to grab it.

He squinted to read the bottle’s small print and turned it in his hands. “How of much of this can I take? Please don’t tell me to read the bottle – the print’s ridiculously tiny.”

“1 full cup every four hours, max is twelve,” D.O. said as he glanced over at Chanyeol. “Hey, you better take the amount noted on there – it’s not safe to push beyond the max!”

Chan made a face and removed the plastic cup from the top of the bottle. “But I need to get better! I can’t keep lying around in bed doing nothing – I’m bored and want to be making music!”

“You’re not doing nothing, you’re recovering!” D.O. said. He tilted his head and raised a brow. “Please don’t tell me you’re jealous of someone you’ve never met.”

“It’s my booth,” Chanyeol said as he twisted the cap off the medicine bottle. He tore the protective seal off the top and began pouring the medicine into the cup.

“Slowly,” D.O. warned as he watched Chanyeol raise the cup to his lips. “I’m not cleaning up the mess if you chug it and it doesn’t stay down.”

Chanyeol closed his eyes and tipped the cup to his lips as he drank the contents as slowly as he could. The fake grape flavor tasted terrible and he grimaced as the liquid slipped down his throat.

“That…is disgusting,” Chanyeol muttered as he put the bottle and cup down.

“It was the only flavor they had left,” D.O. sighed.

Chanyeol turned and began heading back upstairs. “I’m going to sleep some more.”

“I’ll bring up a bowl when it’s done,” D.O. said, shaking his head.

Song List

Whistle Like I Just Hit the Lotto – Whistle (BLACKPINK) and Lotto (EXO)

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