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ෆ realizing that he messed up, but is it too late?
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"My heart, you can't stay locked this room, forever," DD called out to his older brother, knocking on the door.
He wasn't listening though, lying in the dark room, he was listening to Mariah the Scientist, Spread Thin. He knew he wouldn't hear the end of it, if his brothers caught him listening to the song, but this was your song.
Plenty of videos in his phone of you singing the song, him nuzzled against you, loving every second of it.
'Can you pass the fucking blunt, singing and shi' DDot could be heard nagging, ruining the video, you rolled your eyes, hitting the blunt again, before you passed, turning to face Justin, blowing the smoke, you pecked his lips.
He messed up, he let the internet get to his head. He started acting different with you, being mean, distant, until he said hurtful things during an argument. He claimed you were being clingy and was using him, alluding to you wanting clout. You had too much dignity to argue from that point on, leaving him.
Since then, you hadn't texted or called him, you didn't even interact with him on social media. He couldn't sleep, eat, even smoke. He had been sober these last few weeks, soaking in his feelings.
He was being immature, and he was regretting it. He tried making the first move, but you weren't budging. He sat up as he heard rattling on the door, it soon opened. David waltz in, a butter knife in his other hand.
"Get up, we finna roll up-
"I'm good," he shrugged, but David caught a glimpse of his phone. He knew his brother was upset about whatever break you two had going on, but it was becoming aggravating.
"Nigga, I know you ain't laid up in here watching videos of y'all, get up and stop being a bitch, I'm finna call y/n right now," David walked out the room, but broke into a sprint as Justin got up, chasing him, hoping to stop him.
Running, he locked himself in the bathroom. Justin beat on the door, telling him to stop. Their mom yelled from downstairs, questioning the commotion. Pulling his phone from pocket, he searched for your contact. Calling you, you didn't answer, but he knew you were always near your phone.
'Could you come over, it's an emergency' he texted, and just like he thought, you read it. Asking what happened, he ignored it, unlocking the door.
"She ain't even answer," he said, pushing past, going downstairs, he explained his plan to his oldest brother and sister and they were both more than willing to get in on it.
"Justin, we're going to store," they called out, leaving the house, but they really planned on sitting in the car until you showed up.
Within twenty minutes, you showed up, jogging to the door, knocking impatiently.
"Justin, can you get the door, papi?" His mom called out, making him groan, going down the stairs. She was close enough where she could've gotten it herself, but mothers, sigh.
Swinging the door open, expecting to see DD, he was gonna cuss at him, telling to bring his key next time. However, seeing you, his eyes widened, he bit his lip, concealing his nervousness.
"Hey"
"Hey, is everything okay, David told me there was an emergency," he rolled his eyes, thinking about what else his brother possibly said.
"No, that nigga was lying," he shook his head.
"Oh my goodness, and I rushed over here, is he here?" You said, wanting to tear him a new one.
"No, he went to the store a while ago," he said, the tension was so thick, he hated how awkward it was.
Scoffing, you turned to leave, but he reached for your hand. "Could we talk?"
"What do we need to talk about?"
"Don't be like that, I'm sorry," he said, as you snatched your hand away.
"Yeah, I know," you said, about to walk away, but he moved in front of you.
"Please, let's just talk for a few minutes," he begged.
"10 minutes," you said, letting him drag you into the house.
"Who was- hi y/n," his mom spoke, giving you a small smile. You waved, following behind Justin as he led you to his room.
"Leave the door open," you told him, stopping him as he was about to shut the door.
"You not gonna sit down?" He asked, crossing his arms. Groaning, you sat on the edge of the bed, as he sat next to you, grabbing your hand.
"I'm sorry, mami, for what I said, how I was treating you, acting for the gram, it was childish as fuck," he said, looking in your eyes. You looked away, frowning, he looked so adorable, but you weren't giving in so easily.
"Okay, is that all?"
"Nah, I wanna make up, I can't sleep, I miss you being here," he told you, getting on his knees, between your legs.
"I-
"Y/n, I seen your car outside," DD yelled, as the front door opened. Jogging up the stairs, he made it to the room, just as Justin was getting off the floor.
"You got my brother on his knees begging, that's down bad," he said, playfully swinging at you.
"Shut up, because why you lied to me, I was worried," you told him.
"There was an emergency"
"What is it?"
"I come up in here to get him to come roll up with us, this nigga laid out, looking half dead, staring at videos of you, take him back he didn't mean whatever he did. You'd think with his big ass forehead he'd think before he did shit, but you what they say, common sense ain't common," he said, quickly leaving before Justin could hit him.
"He so-
"You shouldn't do that to yourself," you scolded him.
"I know," he said, his dimples showing as he bit at his lips.
"And you're getting bags, come on, we're taking a nap," you told him, grabbing his chin, examining his face.
"You-right now?"
"Shut the door," you told him, dropping your purse, climbing into his bed.
You didn't have to tell him twice, rushing to shut and lock the door, he climbing into bed. Pulling you close, he shut his eyes, feeling himself already becoming drowsy. He knew from this point on, he would do anything to jeopardize his relationship with you, ever again.
