“Mm, lesbians. Don’t you worry. I made all the men go away. Rosé’s my favorite. She’s trans like me, but the other way around," Luka giggled while making a spiraling motion with his fingers. “She’s really pretty.”
“Prettier than me?” Reno teased, and Luka gave him a disbelieving look.
“Different from you. I like you more. Wait, are you jealous?”
“Not in the slightest," Reno half-lied. “I’d love to go with you next time, though. Can I please?”
“Mhm. Wanted you there the whole time. You can wear the wig and pretty dress, and I’ll make good on my promise.”
“You mean the ‘fucking me in a dress’ one?”
“Oh, you caught me,” Luka snorted, then turned to face Reno. “You do take good care of your hearing.”
“Of course, and I better not catch you at any of my shows without hearing protection again.”
“How’d you know?”
Reno tucked Luka’s damp hair behind his ear. “I felt you up so hard that night, you didn’t have anything in your pockets but your phone and wallet.”
Luka’s eyes closed, and he sighed. “Your memory is insane. I can hardly remember what I was wearing that night and you remember if I had earplugs in my pockets or not.”
Reno kept running his hand through Luka’s hair, “I bet you remember what I was wearing perfectly fine.”
Luka agreed with a sleepy hum, and Reno knew Luka was drifting off for the night. He continued running his fingers through Luka’s hair, hoping, praying to whatever angel might be watching over him, that he’d get to keep Luka like this forever. Once his arm grew tired, he fumbled around for the lamp switch, then settled down in bed, thankful Luka was safe, home, and in his arms.
It felt like Reno blinked and days had flashed by.
They had risked going out sightseeing another two times with Reno in his wig, spent a significant amount of time inside eating food and making a mess of every surface in the flat, slept too much, and, when Reno was busy with work things, Luka went out on his own or with his new friends.
There was only one more day before Reno had to go back to recording and writing full-time, and two more days before Luka was set to fly home. So, Reno texted everyone to see what they were doing and asked Luka if he was ready to meet the band.
Luka took a moment to answer, chewing on his lower lip and furrowing his brows before he agreed. He made Reno promise, however, that if he got overwhelmed, Reno would give him an out. The group chat erupted with everyone saying they would absolutely come; they needed to meet Luka officially, finally.
They agreed on a nearby restaurant that they frequented, knowing the staff would be discreet and have a private table in the back. By the time they showed up in the restaurant's lobby, everyone but Jaewon had arrived.
Luka pressed against Reno awkwardly, tucking himself into Reno’s side in a rare show of meekness while he looked everywhere but at the band. One by one, they each stuck out a hand for Luka, who bravely took them and introduced himself, and Reno watched, fascinated at the way Luka had to tilt his chin up to look at his friends.
He forgot sometimes that his bandmates were all so much taller than him, and in retrospect, Luka.
“Oh, he finally joins us.” Sebastian walked up to Jaewon and hugged him before pulling him to the host’s stand to let them know they had all arrived. “No Max tonight?”
Jaewon glared at him and Reno snickered. Jaewon snapped, “Youknow.”
“She doesn’t wanna hang out with T-yan?”
“Who’s Max?” Luka leaned over to ask Reno as they walked to a back room, situated behind two double doors.
Reno replied, “Max is Jaewon’s girlfriend.”
“Why wouldn’t she want to hang out with him, then?”
“Oh no," Reno pulled a chair out for Luka to sit. He looked so charming with his hair pulled into a neat braid over his shoulder. “She won’t hang out withT-yan.”
“Shove off, Reno,” Jaewon threatened him, amusing Reno. “I’m working up to it.”
Reno slipped into the chair next to Luka and waited until the waitress had dropped off menus and water for them all. Arnaud ordered two bottles of wine for the table and mumbled something about the selection under his breath in French.
“I’m lost,” Luka admitted, and Arnaud took pity on him.
