enemies to lovers

chapter 1

"would you just shut up man" joe snapped as donald interrupted him for the fourth time that day. joe acted as if he didn't secretly love when the older man interrupted him, as his voice was soothing for joe. it was just the amount of high pitch and raspiness for him.

"you don't even know what you're talking about joe! haha i am knowledgeable about many things and knowing you can't even tie your shoe is one of them!!!" donald rebuttaled, knowing he hit a soft spot for joe. you see, joe's parents were absent, although rich, so he was never taught and always wore slip ons or strap ups. no one really knew this, though. donald felt tears pricking at his eyes as joe'a glossed over, knowing he took it too far.

"can we have a five minute break" joe asked, holding back tears, because he didn't want to cry on the cameras. that would be embarrassing. the younger man ran off the stage, towards his dressing room.

"joe wait" donald yelled, finally reaching the grey haired man, and gripping his wrist. "i'm sorry, joe. i know i shouldn't have taken it thag far. it was cruel of me, please forgive me" he said with a pleadful look in his eyes, tears threatening to spill.

joe was still taken aback by the thrill and shock of donald's hands on him, longing for more of his touch, but was shaken out of his thoughts when donald asked another please to forgive him. joe secretly loved when donald begged, but he could never let him know that, so instead he asked "why did you do it? you know not knowing how to tie my sho-es is a big insecurity i have!" joe practically yelled, lips quivering, but holding his stance on the matter firm. 

"i-i don't know, joe. i just- i- i have to pre-tend i hate you when in reality i-" donald looked away and let his hand off of joe's wrist, joe looking at him with pleading eyes. the older man fought his urge to sob with a lump in his throat, in fear that if he said anything else, he would start crying. so he stood there quietly.

"it's okay don. you can tell me" the grey haired man said, looking to make eye contact with the orange man.

"no, joe. i cant; you would never feel the same" he replied, only mumbling the last part to himself. donald ran away, deserting the rest of the interview; he was too heartbroken to even care.

meanwhile, joe sat there, wondering what the corn haired man said, sighing in defeat, unwilling to get the image of donald sad out of his mind, influencing him into crying again. he couldn't have meant that he had any more feelings than hate towards joe, could he?