✮The boys oneshots✮

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I'm back, and still very much a boys fan. Hope you enjoy this!

Tw: Drugs, smoking, swearing (per usual).

This one is also long, so beware.

Gaege's POV

I had been living in a ransack apartment for a little bit, and some would say that I'm a slob, a chav, or a bum even.

Me and my 'gang' as some would call us,

We have been together since the 8th grade; forever.

As many rocks that are thrown at us, most of them are unjustified.

Freaks are what they see us as, but we're just poor kids who sell shit to get by.

That shit being drugs, pills, anything that would cause people to give up their months rent.

Especially guys like Grant; the innocent one's who don't know anything about the drug industry.

"Why are you here big guy? You don't seem like the type to buy drugs."

I grabbed my black beanie, situating it on my head. "Do you even know why you're here?"

To be honest, I hadn't been in the best shape. I was wearing a white t-shirt.

Over that t-shirt was a black, ripped jacket I had paired with my black to match converse.

The man sighed, sitting down on one of the lawn chairs we had sitting in our 'den' as Mully liked to call this dumpster fire of a place.

My desk was just a worn down table I taped mix-matched legs too.

Our hideout was literally a tent hidden with all of the other homeless to fit in.

Slamming my hands down on the table, I stared into his eyes, looking for some sort of answer.

"I'm not in the mood to play, Grant," I gritted my teeth.

"Hopefully you are going to buy something. You better not waste my time."

Grant looked calm still, and my face shifted. A smirk rested on my lips, because he wasn't who I thought he was after all.

"Drugs are what I'm here for, obviously." He shifted, looking up at my gaze.

My shoulder length hair was starting to fall in my face, but I leaned back, fixing it.

(I know Gaege shaved his hair, but his long hair worked better for this situation, tbh).

I caught the man staring, causing me to look away momentarily. "Then let's get to it Grant."

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Usually I had called all of my boys, knowing I couldn't deal alone.

Mully, Josh, and Eddie showed up quick, leaving lots of time to spare.

"Glad you actually got here early this time," I scoffed crossing my arms over my chest.

"Whatever, it's not like you wouldn't have waited if we didn't."

Lying my arms to my sides, I knew Eddie was right.

"Doesn't mean you should try justifying being late to something important like this."

Mully walked over to Grant, ignoring my snide comment. "This him, he's-"

"Not what you expected? Same." I smiled at Grants look.

"I didn't agree to being made fun of."

Rolling my eyes slightly, I pulled up another chair.

My legs were on either side of the chairs back, the chair being turned the wrong way to support as a rest for my arms.

"So, have you decided on the amount you want?"

Taken aback, the man nodded after a brief moment.

We discussed the size, and what drug he was buying from us, then we were settled.

Grants eyes never left me, and at some point they seem to scan my face.

"Hey, are you even listening to me?" My fingers snapped, annoyed.

"Of course, I was just distracted.." he sighed.

It was my turn to soften my features, something in me feeling genuine.

"Don't worry, I might come off as murderous, but I'm harmless."

Grant smiled, his eyes crossing over my face again.

This time I let him, and I wasn't sure why, but my cheeks started to heat up, turning red.

"You're very attractive." The nervous man blurted, making me chuckle.

"Wow, aren't you the charmer," I let my sarcasm break through, but he didn't mind, seemingly laughing along with me.

The mood faded when I got up, my smile faltering.

"If we're done here, I think it's time for us to exchange and part ways."

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Standing at my makeshift 'desk', me and Grant got down to business.

I had lit a cigarette, the cancer stick in between my lips.

Grant just watched, grimacing at the smoke.

"How do you enjoy that shit?" He coughed, wafting his hand.

"It's not the enjoyment, it's the obsession."

With that, I put it out in the ash tray, smirking.

Something in his eyes had a hint of amusement, but he let me keep talking.

"I'll take 150 for a bag, but it'll cost you for a bigger amount."

My eyes met his for maybe the third time this night.

The guys were playing cards in the back,

So it was just me, and Grant.

"Why do you keep looking at me like I'm some sort of eye candy?"

I crossed my arms over my chest, giving him a look. "Don't get soft on me now."

Leaning forward, the taller man was so close, I could taste his minty breath on my lips.

It wasn't like me to be scared, but my skin developed goosebumps.

"Because you are eye candy, Gaege Gibson."

With that, his lips locked on to mine.

The kiss was becoming heated, but something in me didn't want him to stop.

Hands were tangled in hair, and the last of my worries was how this mysterious man knew what my name was.

All I knew, was that Grant was different than anyone I had ever met.

Grant was into a forbidden kind of love.

I'm not sure what inspired me to make this, but it was weirdly fun to write.