Time to take a ✨oneshot✨

Like my shirt soggy

A/N: established au

Jon and Lin were getting ready for an evening benefit, where they were bound to get showered with compliments in regards to the show and not-so-subtle nudges at Lin for tickets he couldn't provide.

Lin grinned hazily as he tightened Jon's tie.

"There," he sighed, "now you're perfect." Groff smiled gratefully.

"Good, 'cuz it's my turn."

"You're turn? Wha...." before Lin could finish, Jon had squeezed gel into his palms and had hands in his hair, combing through, massaging. And- Jon knew damn well what that did to him, yet here he was.

In front of the mirror, Lin waited until his hair looked the tiniest bit presentable to speak up, "okay okay, that's good my hair's good now- w-we gotta go in five minutes and if you don't stop now, I'm gonna have a problem that we won't be able to fix for a while."

Jon chuckled, satisfied to have flustered him. He cradled Lin's face in two hands, bringing him in for a short kiss before they left their apartment. On the way out, Lin checked himself in the mirror by the door, straightening out his jacket one last time and followed Jon out the door. He snickered, seeing he'd held it open for him.

"Such a gentleman."

"Only the best for you," he smiled fondly. Lin reached up to ruffle his hair, Jon swatting his hand away. Attempting to reach over his hand, Lin had to stand on his toes a little. Jon threw his head back in laughter, making Lin huff in frustration as his hair was now even more difficult to reach. "Alright shortie, let's go," he snuck an arm around his waist, the small of his back, guiding him towards the car.

Sometime during the party, the couple had managed to get separated, somewhere in between getting another round or going to the bathroom. Groff briefly considered leashes but shivered at the thought, bringing himself back into the present conversation. He was in public for christ's sake.

Meanwhile, Lin sat at the bar. Not drinking anymore, just observing, making casual conversation with the man next to him. Even then, he couldn't keep his eyes off Jon. Jon who was smiling so achingly wide, laughing, making jokes- the life of a party. The man took notice of his glances, pausing mid sentence.

"Who're we lookin' at?" he asked. Lin chuckled shamefully, flushing a bit.

"So sorry," he smiled, looking down, "I didn't mean to be rude. That's my..... boyfriend over there. His name is Jon but I call him Groffsauce." He looked back at Jon. He had his hands in his pockets, a habit both of them had but while he considered himself awkward, it made Jon all the more adorable.

Lin swooned a bit at the action.

"That's your boyfriend?" he scoffed. "How did you pull someone like him?"

"What?" he looked back, smile fading. He threw his hands up in defense.

"Look, don't take it personally, I'm sure you're great and all but- c'mon....." he pointed at Jon, "he's way out of your league."

"Oh," was all Lin could think to say. The familiar feeling of all his walls crashing down and the insecurity came flooding back. The guy realized what he'd said may've gone too far.

"Okay, okay I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings- I was trying to tell you you scored greatly- it came out wrong, I'm sorry," he apologized again. But the damage was done.

"Don't worry about it," he brushed it off, willing the tears from spilling over the edge. If the man heard the subtle crack in his voice, he didn't mention it.