Time to take a ✨oneshot✨

lin setting groff up

"And that," Jon reached out his pointer finger, booping Lin on the nose, watching how his face scrunched up the slightest bit at the contact, "is why you're the most beautiful person in the world," he giggled, leaning an elbow on the bar counter.

Lin ducked his head, face flushed and barreled into Jon's chest for a hug. "I love you," he sighed. "You're perfect."

They were both a little tipsy to say the least. Maybe a bit more than that. Jon pulled away just enough to give him a kiss on the forehead.

"You're my best friend," he'd said, looking deep into Lin's eyes. Lin's smile faltered a bit but curved back up immediately, though it wouldn't reach his eyes. A crease formed between Jon's eyebrows, "You okay?" he asked. Lin was always so expressive.

"Yes," he answered quickly, "of course. Always. I'm here with you."

Jon took a moment, thumb resting along his soft jawline and he tilted his head. "Okay buddy, if you say so." He didn't believe him. But if Lin didn't wanna talk, he knew he wouldn't budge.

Lin grinned, leaning in, somehow, further. He whispered conspicuously, "Let's get more shots." Jon loved how excited he got about getting drunk.

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"Woah....." Groff whispered, looking over Lin's shoulder.

Lin's brow furrowed, lips parting, "Huh?" he asked. He looked behind himself, stumbling a bit. They'd both maybe had more than enough to drink. They'd been here for hours.

"Who's that?" his gaze was glued, still caught on the man at the other end of the bar.

"Oh," Lin hesitated, looking back at Jon nervously, "that's Corey. Corey Baker."

Jon's eyebrows shot up and before he could think, "He's so cute," he said. "Do you know him? Introduce me? Please?" his eyes were pulled wide, suddenly bouncy and how could Lin say no?

God this was going to hurt.

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They fit so well together, Lin thought. It made something twist in his stomach but how could he hate him? They were so good for each other so Lin figured well. That was that.

A moment alone with Corey and he needed closure.

He placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, patting it, "Be good to him," like I would.

Like I would.

And he left. Hundreds of useless nights wasted wetting his pillow. They'd be worth it. Because Groff was happy.