𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ／ j.h

𝐢.

𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏
𝑰'𝒎 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆.

⠀𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟎.
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He sat alone on the edge of his bed, his fingers gently strumming the acoustic guitar on his lap as he tried to come up with a new sound.

It had been a while since the last time he did that ㅡ but that didn't mean that he had stopped creating.

It meant that, for him, it was hard to translate what was on his mind to the instrument in his hands, as it was hard to do the same thing with simple words.

"That sounds nice," He heard a familiar voice come from the door, raising his head to see a bunch of dark curls. "I like it."

"Thanks," He gave him a sincere, but small smile. "What are you guys up to?"

"Jason is sleeping, I'm hungry," Kirk pointed to himself, and then, to the living room. "Lars is hungry too, so we were about to go out to eat. Wanna come with us?"

He was about to deny the offer, but then, the grumble of his stomach denunciated his true answer. "Sure."

Following after Kirk, he stumbled upon a very lost Jason, who opened his eyes, looked up at him and frowned in confusion. "Hey, dude."

"Hey, Sleeping Beauty." He joked while ruffling his hair, making the poor boy become even more confused.

"Wait, where are you guys goin'?" Jason questioned still rubbing his eye, noticing how they were well-dressed ㅡ something that wasn't usual.

Lars appeared out of nowhere with a toothpick in his mouth. "We're goin' out to eat. Are ya hungry?"

"Very much. Why didn't you guys tell me?" Jason sounded offended, making Kirk chuckle at his sensitive heart. "I'm feeling betrayed."

"Well, you were asleep like a fockin' stone so I thought it would be better to let ya rest." The danish man seemed impatient, and he definitely was. "Go clean yourself up, but fast. I could eat a whole focking cow right now."

Jason nodded vehemently, running ㅡ and stumbling over a few beer cans scattered on the ground ㅡ towards the bathroom, while the rest of them went to sit on the sofa.