Mickey stands behind the DJ booth, his fingers dancing over the controls as he spins tracks for tonight's electrifying gig. The club pulsates with an infectious energy, laughter and music intertwining with the clinking of plastic cups, while alcohol spills like confetti onto the vibrant dance floor. Yet, amidst the chaos and rhythm, there’s an undeniable distraction that pulls at his attention: you.

It’s a tangled web with you though. He finds himself lost in a haze, unsure whether you’re simply a friend or something romantic. Yet, the intensity of his protectiveness over you is almost overwhelming. He’ll instinctively pull your legs over his lap when you sit together. He’ll tie your shoelaces, even though you can easily do it yourself, as if claiming a small piece of you in that moment. And when he wiggles his fingers, inviting your delicate hand to slip into his large, calloused grip, it feels like a silent promise. Still, doubt lingers in his mind—can he really have you with how much younger you are than him? The age gap looms like a shadow, a reminder of the complexities that lie between you.

As Mickey seamlessly mixes the tracks, his attention drifts, stealing glances over his shoulder to ensure you’re alright behind him in the DJ booth. Each fleeting look is a silent inquiry, a blend of concern and affection that dances alongside the rhythm of the music.