YbraMihan One Shots

Shape of You

Disclaimer: Vid is not mine, but by Leroy Sanchez.

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The sound of the club permeated the air as the stereo drummed to the beat of the song and the disco ball illuminated the dance floor. Men and women were scattered around the vicinity – some requesting drinks on the bar, some shaking their bodies on the dance floor, and some chilling in their booths. Among them was the party of the Sang'gre sisters and their friends celebrating one of their own.

Amihan warily scanned the club and cringed as she watched inhibited people interact or flirt one another. She was never a fan of this type of night life, and if not for Muyak's birthday, she would never step one foot near any club.

She put her attention back to her table; every space was occupied by utensils, food and condiments, and alcohol bottles. Pirena was drinking the wine like royalty, Alena chatting about her kindergarten students to Muyak, Aquil and Danaya arguing again on who-knows-what while Alira and Muros was betting on who between the two was gonna win.

She sighed. She tentatively sipped her drink, unsure and uncomfortable.

"Hey, the band's about to play!" Alira exclaimed, her hands flat on the table supporting her vertical stature.

"Oooh, the best part is coming~" Alena said, with matching excited sparkly eyes. She turned to Muyak and grabbed her hands, pulling her from the seat. "Muyak, let's go! We're gonna dance!"

Amihan saw her sisters and friends grin, evidently eager to do just that. She grimaced slightly for she really didn't want to dance. She was about to offer to stay and watch their table when Muros and Aquil grabbed her by the arms and forcedly took her to the floor.

"Wait! Wait! Wait! I don't wanna dance! Let me go, Muros, Aquil!" She protested, trying to pull away from them. But, they just ignored her, and she saw her sisters, Alira and Muyak pretended to not have heard her.

She's doomed.

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Meanwhile, backstage, the band Mandirigma minus their leader/lead vocalist was meeting about something. Wantuk, the band manager, was passionately put on the table his idea while Wahid, the drummer, was agreeing on him, not really listening and just nodding at certain points. Pako, the bass guitarist, palmed his face as he watched the one-sided meeting fall apart.

"Wantuk," Pako interrupted, "it's all good and fine, but what you're talking about won't work if the person involved is not informed."

Pako felt Wantuk slap on his shoulder, and then braced himself for another nonsense tirade of his friend.

"Pako, you worry too much. It's foolproof. You know why? Cause it's me, the great and wonderful Wantuk, who planned it. Right, Wahid?" The said drummer just nodded. "Look, Pako, imagine it. After this gig, we join the club patrons in their dance since we're not working anymore, right? Then, we—"

"We?!" Pako protested.

Wantuk rolled his eyes at him. "Fine, I will persuade Ybarro to look for a chick his type, help him in the selection process, then BOOM! They eat, they dance, and they walk under the moonlight! Nine months later, hello little baby."

Pako couldn't believe it. His short friend really believed that that solution will easily solve Ybarro's problem. He exchanged looks with Wahid, who just shrugged with a what-can-you-do-about-it.

"Really, Wantuk?" A voice behind them said. He, Wantuk, and Wahid immediately looked at their friend. Pako, upon seeing Ybarro's stance, sent a quick prayer for his friend's soul.