●✩●«This story deals with visual impairment. If that bothers you, do not read further.

That being said, now a bit of ranting, which is important.😕

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HAPPY 2ND YUZHOU ANNIVERSARY TO MY BABIES!!!💗🎊🎉🎇🎆🎈♡★❤❤
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Hey my lovelies! I know I know I need to update my other stories and instead, here I am starting another story!!😑 But this one is going to be a short one, so..... Actually, this idea had been nagging at me for a long time and I needed to get it out of my head. There is already such a little space there!😜 And as some of you know that my mum still has not recovered yet, it is very difficult for me to concentrate on anything at the moment. So, I started writing this bit by bit, a paragraph here, two lines there. And I intended to post it as a whole once finished but something happened and I decided to post short chapters for a change. Therefore, the following chapters will be short.🙇

IMPORTANT- Due to my ongoing issues at home I could not manage to do ANY kind of research on this topic. I started off blindly myself, based on my prior knowledge. So, all the discrepancies you may notice, please excuse me. I do not mean any sort of disrespect. In fact, the sole purpose of choosing these types of subjects is to include all those of us whom we tag as "others" or "different" or "not normal". Since my childhood, I tried to break down this "normal" cliché. And as an adult, this is my only way to express my thoughts, my only medium to tell others that being different is NOT a Disability.

This story is NOT a Disability fiction. It is a story that juxtaposes two people who are different than one another and how they try to cope up with their lives.

Those who are going to read my writing for the first time, welcome, my fellow potatoes!😍 I usually write better than this😶 and if you like these boys, check out my other stories too.😚 [all about self promotion, bebeh😉]

That AWESOME main cover? Made by the blending queen, kittycatsc (IG- @kathreena)! She is my Pokokins!😚😚

Comments and votes are always appreciated!💗

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Chapter-1

“Hello hello, my little owls! Welcome to Night Bites! With you I am your RJ, Johnny Huang and leeeeeeets bite!”

[Cue upbeat music]

“Okay, so, as promised, here I am with the ballot full of your suggested topics and I’m gonna choose one from these! Let’s see what’s in store for us tonight!

[Suspense drumming music]

“I’ve picked one aaaaaand I’m ooooooopening it..............Oh wow...umm...the topic is ‘Blind Date’. Mmmhmm, okay, interesting but....who the heck wanted to talk about blind dating at a 1am radio show? Well well well, fret not! We are all night owls here, so, we’re gonna......what? Yeah baby, we’re gonna bite it! Buuuut, before that, how ‘bout a teeny tiny romantic score to set the mood, hm? Here you go!”

[Love Me Like You Do by Ellie Goulding began to play out]

Johnny removed his headset microphone and shared an incredulous look with his sound technician, the only other person in this glass box of a room.

“What the hell am I supposed to say? Blind Date at 1am? Bloody hell! I tell you, Richie, this is all that moron’s doing. He is tormenting me intentionally.”

The ‘moron’ being Johnny’s boss. A month prior Johnny used to be a hugely popular radio jockey with a prime time show. But of course, Johnny’s sharp tongue had to fuck things up and his boss being an enormous scum only fuelled things further and now his slot was at one fucking am! The only silver lining of this situation was that he was still popular, thanks to the hoards of fangirls who swooned over his voice and did not mind staying awake only to hear him speak gibberish.

“You gotta do what you gotta do,” Richie replied with his usual dead fish expression.

“Thanks, man. That’s lotta help,” Johnny shot back mockingly and rolled his eyes, “Open the phone lines early.”

Richard shrugged. The song was almost at the end. Johnny connected his microphone again.

“That was quite a nice song. Follow me to the dark, let me take you past our satellites... Hmm, starting off quite corny, aren’t we?” Chuckling deeply, “So, are you guys ready for me to take you to the daaaark side? Yeah? ‘Kay, here we go!

[Suspense music cue]

“So, my first advice to you on blind dating is that...........................Don’t be blind!”

The bite that Richard just took from his burger fell off his mouth as he stared at Johnny.

“What the fuck?” He mouthed.

In response, Johnny flipped the bird at him.

“Haha, no not really. It’s a joke. But keep in mind that you should never- and I mean never ever- go dating blindly. Take it from someone who had done the blunder too many a times and regretted it almost always. I’m a pro in this, you see! So, pay heed, peeps!”

It was true. While he was not a playboy, at least he thought not, he was not a committed person either. His dating saga started early, while still in school, when the girls around him started ooh-ing and aah-ing at him. Since then he had indeed dated blindly. If anyone caught his interest the next thing he knew they were dating. But as the years went by the craze to taste any and every wine in the shop dwindled away. These days he was really picky about his dates. And he suspected that a committed relationship was not on his cards. Spending years with just one person? How could people do that? Wasn’t that dead boring?

“So, what I’m gonna do is open the lines early tonight as I want you to tell me your ideas, tips and of course, the itsy bitsy spicy stories of blind dates! So, peeps, the lines are...,” he gestured at Richard, “open! Pour in!”

And the lines began to bleep almost immediately.

It went without mentioning that Johnny had absolutely no interest whatsoever listening to others nattering about their dates but he was somewhat relieved to thrust the reign of tonight’s show to the audience.

“So what do you think I should do? I reeeeeeeally need this date to work,”  the tinny voice of the coquettish girl was whining.

Stop flirting with radom people first was what Johnny actually wanted to say but unless he wanted to be slotted at 3am show he could not do that. Therefore, rolling his eyes and mellowing his voice to cover up his annoyance he advised, “Try to read his reactions. Pay attention to the minute details; see if he is making constant eye contacts or being attentive to whatever you are saying. If he stays conscious about his surroundings the whole time or looks elsewhere every now and then, you better excuse yourself before it gets more awkward.”

He signalled at Richard.

“Time for another musical break. Love Somebody by Maroon 5 and-......“

The lines were still bleeping. Clucking his tongue, Johnny picked up the call on line 2.

“Hello there, quickly tell me your question and I’ll answer after the song!”

“Well, no need to delay on my account.”

For the first time a genuine smile spread across Johnny’s face. He knew that voice very well. Telling Richard to start the song, Johnny took the call offline.

This caller, Timmy, was a regular. He had been a constant listener to Johnny’s shows for a long time and never was the one to speak inane things. The times Johnny had interacted with this guy had always been interesting to the point where Johnny actually contemplated of having a friend like Timmy. A nice break from the usual idiots, talking idiotic things.

“I’m surprised that you decided to call tonight but thank god you did!” Johnny added, leaning backwards on his comfy chair, stretching the long legs.

“Why surprised? It’s such an interesting topic.”

Johnny’s eyebrows went up, “You kidding, right? But then again, most of the episodes of this show suck, so, it’s not any different.”

“Hmm, well, I can’t really argue with your personal opinion but if the topic is making me call at 1:45am, then, I’d say it’s pretty interesting.”

Johnny’s eyes went to the wall clock. Damn, still forty five minutes to go.

“You’re such a beacon of light. Now, tell me, did you want to share some spicy, embarrassing date stories or help me out with some tips? I confess that I’m grasping at straws here.”

“You are doing all right, I’d say. And no, not tips, rather it’s a question that I wanted to ask.”

“Shoot!” Johnny urged, scratching his head, smiling for no reason at all.

A brief pause.

“What if the person is blind?”

Johnny’s hand stilled and he sat up slowly.

“What would be the steps they should take to make a blind date work?”

Johnny did his rapid blinking thing that he did when something tried to fly over his head, then snorted out a laugh, slumping back to the chair again.

“Well, every date would be a blind date for them, wouldn’t it? So, what’s the difference? They should do whatever they do, right?”

The other side went quiet for a while before saying, “Yes, true.”

For some reason that perturbed Johnny and he straightened up, “Hey, I’m kidding. Don’t take that seriously, alright? Okay so, um, in that case.......I have heard that if one of our senses is impaired or dulled the other ones become more...um...active or sharpened, right? So, I will tell them to bank on their senses. And tell you what, that’s actually an advantage!”

“How so?”

“Because it enables them to evaluate a person basing on their actual self. We often tend to judge with our eyes, don't we? And get deceived all the time! So, blind people would not have that kind of problem. That’s a huge advantage right there!”

When the reply came it was laced with good natured mirth, “See, you are not half bad in advising.”

Johnny grinned, “If I didn’t know any better I would have thought you were a troll.”

Timmy outright laughed this time. A full, hearty sound.

“So, were my tips of any use?” Johnny asked.

“It’s been not even an hour since you gave them. How would I know if they are useful or not?”

Johnny narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. The song was almost ending; he’d have to do something real quick.

“Let’s meet up.”

A beat of silence.

“What? What do you mean?”

“What else is there to mean? Let’s meet in person. We don’t know each other and it can be like a blind date and you’ll have a chance to apply all my tips!” After the words left his mouth Johnny’s tongue caught up with his brain and he added, “Erm, by date I mean, like two bros, you know? No homo! Like, bromance, bro date, bro...um... bro-“

“What? Wait......what?”

Richard gestured him to get back in line.

Johnny had not a fucking clue what he was doing or how to do some damage control and Richard was glaring at him as if he had murdered his pet hamster and the show is about to resume and Timmy was still on line and he really wanted to meet Timmy and...and...

“Give me your number.”

“What?Wh- huh?”

“Shut up and give me your number.”

“Wa- I- “

“Chop chop!”

“Okay okay.”

As the last digit was uttered Johnny cut the call without another word and welcomed his audiences back once again.

And spent the remaining time thinking....what the fuck was wrong with him!

A bro date with a random caller?

What the actual fuck?

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Any thoughts?😶 Should I continue?