What If?// More WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

1》Zorbyn- Fluff

Summary: Third times the charm

Zach's POV
The bed shifts and my lazy brown eyes slowly blink open to find Jack sat up on the edge of our bed, yawning while he rubs at his own sleepy brown eyes.

" Baby," I murmur with a whine in my throat, promoting Jack to look back at me.

An affectionate hand reaches out to pet me. Failing to soothe my bed-head," sorry, Z," a smile to his voice," guess you'll have to sleep with your other boyfriend, huh?"

" Not m' boyfrien'," I huff, even as I tip into his touch like a puppy.

" Does Bean know that?" Jack teases me, laughing when I pout.

" Hate you."

" Love you, too, babe."

Our door's creak is nearly silent. The shuffle of footsteps is even quieter," speak of the devil," Jack hums. Seeming far too chipper so early in the Goddamn morning.

" Shut up," an equally exhausted, irritated Corbyn huffs. And soon the springs squeak as they catch a brand new weight.

I wiggle closer without a second's hesitation. Tucking my face into his throat," Jack's being mean," I complain. Needlessly searching for pity from a boy that can barely tell me no on the best of days.

Corbyn silently drapes an arm over my waist. Pulling until every inch of me is flush with him.

The sounds of Jack drifting about the room, readying himself for... something blends with the gentle melody of Corbyn's snores.

Together they lead me right back to where this whole thing started. And within seconds, my world is dark.

~ A Few Hours Later ~

Something gentle traces the curves of my face. Slow and careful and familiar and I'm falling back asleep just as quickly as I woke up.

" Zach, I'm hungry," Corbyn whispers and heavy lids rise just enough to blink at him.

" Sounds... you... problem," I mumble, tongue lazy with sleep.

Corbyn quirks a single brow at me, looking unimpressed," we really doin' this?"

My only answer is the closing my eyes.

" Okay. Say less," and the bed's dipping as he leaves.

I whine into my pillow, but the door's already clicking shut, leaving me all alone in a cold bed.

No part of me can accept that Corbyn had just abandoned me. That he had the audacity to just get up and walk away.

I lay there for God knows how long, just sulking in the realization that getting back to sleep without Corbyn's body heat borders on impossible.

Despite this, I don't move, don't even consider it. I just remain starfished on my back, staring at the ceiling.

I wonder where they wandered off to this time, what mundane errands will keep our bandmates away until the early afternoon.

" I don't like you anymore," I inform the second I hear the door.

" Is that so? Guess I can just save this food for later then."

The warm, fresh aromas of breakfast finally force my eyes to open fully. Corbyn carries a plate of eggs, sausage, and toast as well as a glass of brightly colored orange juice.

" I take it all back, I'll love you forever."

" You only love me when I'm giving you something," he rolls fond blue eyes as he walks over to the bed.