i awaited for him to arrive home as he had went out to a drug deal. the bedroom door swings open revealing a wounded ashtray.
"what the fuck." is all i could say at the sight of my damaged boyfriend. i followed him into the bathroom and watched as he grabbed the first aid kit.
he looked at me with a dumb founded look, my eyes roll. i assisted him to sit down, allowing me to sit on his lap.
my legs trapped his hips, causing him to bring his hands on my hips. "what was it this time?" i questioned him, applying the alcohol pad on a wound.
"you, again" he shortly explained, "how did they even know what i—" i got cut off.
"your instagram" he answered dryly again.
i sensed where he was trying to get at, "i can't delete my posts and stuff if you want" i try resolve the problem.
"nah it's fine ma, let them look, i can fight" he smirked, gosh this boy is too fine for this world.
my head quickly tilted down, in attempt to hide the face of blush that suddenly invaded my face. ash's finger lifts my chin up.
his lips met mine, "don't be worried about me" he whispered, i smiled at him and continued to mend his wounds.
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a/n: short one sorry y'all 😭
the boys turn 17 today, i swear they were 15 js yesterday, they grow up too fast 🥹🥹
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