pouring- day6
bambi- baekhyun
take my hand- jannabi
can't love you anymore- iu
letting go- day6
♢
before jensen has a chance to respond, taylor strolls over
"hey! there you are, where were you this morning?"
"oh i- i just- uh. trouble. with clothes. yeah."
"it was because of that? dude, its really not that bad. i promise."
taylor says that, but his repressed smile betrays him.
i have no clue what they're referring to, but now i'm frightened. he's just wearing our school's blazer, as far as i can tell.
jensen hunches over in shame and looks around, making sure no one else is near.
"ayy, that's the spirit! let's do it on three"
one
two
three
"tada!"
taylor unzips his jean jacket with a flourish, revealing a white tshirt with pink bedazzled letters spelling "wild gurlz gang". he looks expectantly to jensen, who just shakes his head, silently pleading.
"ugh for fucks sake, pleaseeeeee. for him 🥺."
taylor's glossy-eyed stare finally makes him crack and pressures him to timidly unbutton the coat. it's the exact same shirt, except it's suffocatingly stretched. the fabric distorts and ripples over the surprisingly built planes of his chest, even becoming slightly translucent in areas. god, i'm deprived. like, i know he's a healthy balanced person that eats quinoa, exercises, and goes to the gym, but i didn't know he like, goes to the gym, yk. i'm out here built like a fucking stick figure. i could pass as slenderman's gay cousin, ilikemenderman.
"can i close it now?"
jensen says with an exasperated sigh, buttoning the blazer so only the neckline is exposed.
"ugh, fine, but after school you better leave that jacket open so we all match."
taylor digs out another shirt from his backpack and hands it over. he unfurls it, revealing a giant xxxl tablecloth of a shirt. even though i'm tall, it will still look like a bedsheet on my bony ass.
i raise an eyebrow as i hold the shirt up to my torso.
"what the fuck is up with these sizes? they're all whack."
"uh, sorry, these are the only sizes they had"
jensen crosses his arms
"even so, why did you give me the smallest shirt? you're tiny!"
he huffs.
"first of all, take that back. second of all, deal with it. just be thankful that i copped all this stuff for free from work."
"oh, so that's where this wild gurl thing is from."
makes more sense now. taylor works at this bootleg party city type store, but even sadder, if you can imagine. that's where he makes his custom gifts, like the homie locket and this one shirt he sent me that said "fave cocktino" in rainbow wordart letters. i swear even the vending machine is from wish, it's stocked with cans of peepi and mr. pepper.
"yeah, we had a bachelorette party that bounced, so my manager let me keep their shit."
he animatedly looks from side to side
"don't tell anyone though, that's like, theft, i think"
♧
sixth period. the broken clock ticks by and i glance at my phone, anxiously awaiting our release. the hour turns and soon comes the bell's high pitched trill, following its usual two-second delay. i don't even know why anticipation bubbles in my chest, it's not like i have any plans. my mom just left on a "girl's trip" to las vegas, so i have the house to myself for the whole week. i'll probably boil some instant ramen, alternate scrolling between instagram and tiktok for 5 hours straight, play genshin impact until my eyes water, then pass the fuck out on the couch. ah yes, the good life.
