It had been a week. A week of you missing without a word.

He had left countless voicemails and searched all over the damn city of Chicago. Nothing. Fuck, he was practically tearing himself apart over this.

Because if you, his boyfriend, weren’t good in the head right now.. He needed to find you.

.. And then thats when he caught word you were working at a certain club.

Midnight rolls around and he’s already darting inside, wincing against the strobing lights that hurt his eyes. He cursed under his breath as he pushed past the half-dressed men that tried to grab at him.

“Fuck, come on- Where are you?” He hissed under his breath. He needed to spot you, anywhere.

And thats when he saw that familiar head of hair.. Giving some old geezer a dance.