OffGun May Collection of Drabbles 2024

Alter (Sean/White & Not Me Gang)

"Guys, I am sorry. We have to alter the plan." White blinked at the gang nervously. He didn't want to cause any trouble, but he couldn't ignore the bandage on his arm, let alone the stitches beneath it. 

"Don't worry, White. We got this." Gram smiled at him. White smiled back at him gratefully, knowing he could rely on the silver-haired male. 

"We need to rearrange our tasks." White continue. He heard his brother groan beside him, but he rather ignored him. Black was still grumpy from their trip to the hospital, and White didn't want to anger him more. 

"It's up to us. White needs to rest." Sean corrected his statement. White rolled his eyes. The few stitches on his upper arm, caused by the old, rusty nail, weren't life-threatening, and he was capable of helping them. 

"Stay put, and don't even think about lifting a finger," Black growled, looking straight at him. Sometimes, White hated their connection and Black's overprotectiveness. He pouted, leaning on the couch. They could at least let him do some simple tasks.

"I hate to say it, but Black is right, baby." Sean pulled him closer, resting his hand on his waist. White's pout grew larger. 

"I can help you." White tried to argue, but it was pointless. Black and Sean were only able to agree on one thing - his well-being. And when it happened, White had no chance to change their mind.

"You better stay here, White or those two lock you up in the room." Yok laughed, and White sent him a nasty glare. He hated Yok for making fun of him. But even he knew he couldn't disobey his brother and boyfriend. 

"You can coordinate us from the sofa, baby." Sean leaned closer, sniff-kissing his temple. White nodded reluctantly. It wasn't what he hoped for, but it was better than nothing. At least he could command the gang while they worked on decorating the garage. White hoped they would be done before Gumpa returned. After all, it was the older's birthday party they were about to prepare.