ILOMILO, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳．

IX

𝘏𝘜𝘙𝘙𝘐𝘊𝘈𝘕𝘌
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𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘸 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨

－ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 －

connie walks into the apartment, slipping his shoes off before gliding over to take a seat beside izacc. the other male looks in confusion at the man and then you.

"you two know each other?" izaccs asks, placing his books back in his bag. connie looks over at you, laughing before ashing the blunt.

"yeah ma. let him know how we know each other. while you're at it, explain how you two know each other."

you stand idly by the kitchen, staring at both the boys in your home.

"con. this is izacc, i tutor him sometimes. izacc this is connie, my friend." without anything else, you try to walk to your room before connie grabs you by the waist, pressing you up against his his body.

"stop fucking playin with me, yn." he breath grazed your ear as izacc sat uncomfortably watching the two of you. "how do you know him? cause earlier i was selling him and his bum ass friend stuff and he called you his lil yeah or whatever the fuck. this why you been ignoring me?"

you pry yourself away from connie, turning to look him in the eyes.

"connie. i'm strictly his TUTOR. if you're that insecure about me talking to boys and we're not even together, what the hell am i supposed to do if we start?" you turn your attention from connie to izacc.

"and what the fuck is wrong with you? we had one conversation and now you just wanna fuck?"

he coughed a little before fully zipping his backpack.

"imma let you too handle this. i'll text you to explain everything later, yn. i'm sorry." with that he rushed to the door, grabbing his shoes without bothering to put them on. the door closed with a loud thud and you turn back to connie. he looks down at you, red eyes and moisturized lips.

"no connie. i didn't start ignoring you because of him. i started because whatever bitch you had over at your place left her hair tie on your bathroom floor. and don't say it was yours, bald bitch."

your attempt to go to your room was stopped again. he slings you around, pushing your body into the wall gently.

"first of all mama, watch your fucking mouth, okay? and second, you're right, that's not mine. it's erens. his shower broke and he used mine for a week. i told yo ass to talk to me if you had any concerns right? and what the hell didn't you do?" you shrug, looking down at your hands. his fingers grip your chin, turning your head up. "answer me."

when you said nothing, he picking you up as if you were a rag doll, walking to your room. once inside he slams the door shut, he locks it, tossing you on your freshly made bed.

"strip." he says. standing against the wall watching you. i'm that moment, you didn't know what to do.

"i'm telling you to strip, i don't like repeating myself."

first you start with your shirt, then bottoms, before you know it, you're on full display to the man. a sinister smile forms on his face.