Time to take a ✨oneshot✨

addictive

"Groffsauce!" Lin called upon hearing the door creak open, allowing a quick rush of wind to flow in and the soft patter of boots trotting up the stairs. He was sitting at the top of those stairs, writing in a little notebook, scribbling across the pages with headphones secured over his ears when he saw the green puffy jacket, hooding the blonde, fluffy hair.

"Lin!" Lin shut his notebook and shoved it in his jean pocket, pulling the headphones down around his neck and running down to meet him.

Groff's eye caught the way his hair feathered down to his shoulders, curling in little swoops and it looked so soft. It bounced with every step he watched him take and when they hugged hello he buried a hand in it, concluding that yes, it was dreamily soft.

Lin led him into their dressing room by the waist.

Conversations with Lin were something else. There wasn't a quiet moment. Well. See, there were plenty. But when he was silent in tones, his hands were loud. They'd fidget or be in Groff's hair, arm hooked around his shoulder as they sat on the couch. He never seemed to slow, come to a stop.

And maybe that's why Jon could never get the man out of his mind. That small buzzing energy, it became something to rely on. Something Jon relied on.

He was addicted.

And Lin was the drug.

He couldn't help himself. He didn't even see it coming.

But the longer he was addicted, the more his world seemed to revolve around Lin. And the more he noticed the way he was crumbling before him.

"Lin?" he asked one day, peeking through the curtain, finding him hunched over his desk, head in his hands.

Lin sat up at his voice, straightening his back, "Yeah?" he replied, making eye contact through the mirror.

Groff made his way through the beaded curtain, placing hands over Lin's shoulders, leaning in.

"How're you feeling today?" he asked softly.

"Good, good," he smiled, speaking quickly, blinking a bit.

"Really?" Jon raised an eyebrow. The only time Lin blinked in that way was from stress. He turned Lin around, looking down at his eyebags. "I'm worried for you, Lin."

"I...." Lin couldn't believe it. The man he loved. His world. Was worried for him. But maybe he could believe it. He would. "I know....."

"Come here," Groff cooed, bringing him in for a hug. Lin shut his eyes into the embrace and if he dozed off a bit, Jon would never blame him. He'd encourage it.