Time to take a ✨oneshot✨

sweet things

Sighing as he rolled out of bed, Lin noticed how dark it was, how the moonlight barely shone through the thick clouds.

Something had woken him up and he wanted to know what; his question was answered as his phone rung once more, vibrating on the bedside table. He flipped it over and read the word "Groffsauce".

He tilted his head, trying to recall the last time he'd spoken to Groff. It had to have been months. God, he'd forgotten how much he'd missed him. But he really thought Jon didn't want to talk again after- well after everything.

He picked up the phone, walking into the next room as he shut the door behind him.

"Hey, Groff what's up-"

"He's not like you. None of them are," Jon mumbled into the phone, trying to keep his voice from cracking. He did hiccup though.... god was he drunk.

Lin had to pause for a moment, allowing a second of silence. "Jonathan? Are you alright? And could you," he stammered over his thoughts, exhausted. "Could you be more specific?"

"I just," he cried, shit he cried. "I wish it was you. Lying next to me. Holding my hand. Whispering in my ear. I want that. So bad," his voice faded near the end, unsure how his words came across. "Fuck I'm sorry, I know I ended this I just," he sighed. "I miss you."

Lin bit his lip, looking longingly out the window.

"You're telling me this now? After all this time?" After all the restless nights wasted, wishing he'd chosen him? Really?

Jonathan was reasonably shaking now, "Yes. It's always been you, I just. I was too afraid...."

"Okay, y'know what? I'm fucking tired, if you really wanna talk, meet me at the park tomorrow morning." And he hung up, sincerely hoping Jon was serious this time.