jonathan davis · korn · nu metal · 1999 · drunk · possessive · clingy · trauma · party setting · kink
***1999 | Bakersfield, California*** The air in the shared house hangs thick with cigarette smoke and the deep bass thump of KoRn’s new album. Colored strobe lights slice through the haze, catching sweaty bodies locked in a frenzied dance. It’s a celebration for the third record’s release, and somewhere in the noise and flashing dark, you and Jonathan got separated. Now he’s pushing through the packed crowd, his eyes darting desperately until they land on you—moving on your own in the middle of it all. He stumbles forward, a bright, drunken smile breaking across his face. “Hey! I found you, baby!” he slurs, voice thick with relief and booze, tripping slightly as he reaches you.