REQUSTED BY?: Nobody. Im just making this to start things off. :3
TW: Rairpair, Swearing.
(IDC THAT I SHIP KNICKLE AND PAYJAY I LIKE THESE 2 HELPP😭😭)
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OJ was working late at the hotel, Everyone was in their rooms, sleeping (Hopefully) the silence was loud. He could hear clocks ticking, crickets chirping, the light shining, and....Footsteps? God, he was exausted. His job was tiring. Geusts were constantly fighting, or yelling or breaking one of the few rules he had liad out. And he was always the one who had to solve it. Then, dont even get me STARTED on bills to pay, Papers to sign, thats what mostly kept him up. It was all so much stress, he could barely take it anymore and no one was there to help. Exept for Paper, but he had receantly....abondon OJ. Left him for someone else, Like all his other friends or alliances. Leaving him. He had thought Paper was diffrent, but no. He just HAD to leave him like that.
OJ sighed and continued to clean the kitchen, decideding not to overthink at the moment. It wouldve been to much. No one had cleaned the kitchen after they cooked, Yin-Yang (mostly yang) messed it all up, getting it everywhere and nobody would clean it so that left him to do everybodies elses shit. It annoyed him, really.
Anyways, his thoughts were inturrpted by the sound of footsteps approaching. OJ looked up to see who was in the room. In the dim light, he saw Knife. A receantly eliminated of II2 and Now a guest of the hotel. Knife looked tired just like OJ. His short gray, died hair messy as his cloths drooped down. He rubbed his eyes.
"Cant sleep?" OJ asked him, his tone soft and quiet as he put away the towel he was using to clean counters away. Knife sighed in reponse and grunted. "Yeah...I did, for a bit. But woke up from a damn nightmare." He said in his low, raspy voice of his.
OJ sighed in reponse as Knife went to the fridge and grabbed a plastic bottle of water. The hotel manager watched him do this, leaning against the counter. Him and Knife were friends, somewhat. Knife would sometimes be there for OJ since Paper no longer would be. And they had really brought there relationship onto better terms! Knifes words always were reassuring, and sounded Genuine. And, if hes being honest, he liked to hear Knife raspy voice. He might have had a small, tiny crush on Knife. The hotel manager found him hot, and he was always there for him. Which only made him love Knife more. But he knew The "Jerk" wouldnt feel the same way, OJ didnt think Knife even did romance at all.
After Knife chugged down some water, he leaned against the counter next to OJ, looking at him with his casual expression, he put his hands in his pockets. OJ looked over at his friend, then smiled akwardly.
"What?" OJ asked, breaking the silence.
"You look exausted, have you gotten any sleep??"
OJ didnt respond, rather just fidgited with his hand while looking down at the floor. He hadnt gotten any sleep. Too much on his mind. Knife raised an eyebrow and groaned.
"OJ...."
"Ok! No! I didnt! I just...ugh, theres too much going on..I mean, with Paper a-and the hotel...Its stressful! It feels like Im not doing my Job right!! Im horrible at this!" OJ vented, tearings filling his eyes as If they were clouds and it was about to rain. Knifes eyes widened when he heard OJ even think FOR A SECOND. That he was bad at his Job, or anything like that. He gave The Manager a somewhat angry expression.
"Shut the Fuck Up." Knife told him. OJ stopped himself when he heard those words. The Manager inhaled, his breath shaky. He got scared that Knife might be mad at him. Did he say something wrong!? Was he being an idiot?!?? Knife sighed and raised his hands to OJ's face, cupping his hands on OJ's cheeks. Which made his face heat up as he fealt Knife's hand's hands, they were warm and suprisingly soft. The hotel manager stared at The jerk, Dumbfounded and Eyes widened.
"OJ, your doing your best at this. Its ok if you make a few mistake..Your doing this, and your great at it. Paper should have never abondon you like that..Dont even think, for a SECOND that your horrible at your Job. Your doing great." Knife reassured OJ, Smiling at the end of his sentece. OJ himself, was almost to flustered to speak but Knife's words were calming and made him happy. He sighed and smiled back at his friend, blushing. "Th-Thank you...Knife."
Knife then had realized what he was doing and let go, OJ pouted, disappointed that Knife wasnt holding him anymore. The Jerk tried to keep his usual demanor on. "U-uh-! I-I mean-! Yeah! Whatever, your uh....I-"
He stuttered. OJ giggled, putting a hand to his mouth. "Its fine, Thank you for comforting me...I....-" OJ said with a smile, but cut himself off at the end of his sentence.
Knife rolled his eyes, trying to pretend like he didnt care but OJ knew thats not how Knife fealt. He knew that he cared for him. It was wonderful to have someone around like that, Espically Knife of all people. Dont think you would get this side of him very often. Oj smiled at his friend, watching Knife drink some more water from the plastic bottle he had grabbed out of the fridge previously. Knife was trying to ignore the intimate moments, but he was failing, wasnt he?
OJ examined Knifes face for a bit. With what he could see, (Bc it being so dark in the room) it had scars on it and it looked soft, especially his lips. OJ wanted to kiss him, badly. He wanted Knife strong self to hold him and care for him. He wanted Knife to hold his friends and OJ wanted to tell Knife he loved him whenever he wanted. He looked down, at Knifes free hand that wasnt holding the water bottl. It was just laying there, he had a chance to hold it.
So, OJ made a move and reached his hand out for Knifes, then gently grabbing it and slowly intertwining their fingers. OJ heard Knife gasp as his face heated up. Knife looked down at their interwined fingers, his eyes widened as he fealt himself get red. VERY red. He looked at OJ with a suprised expression.
"U-Um, Knife...?" OJ said, breaking their silence. "Y-yeah...?" He reponded, almost too much in shock to speak. The Hotel manager took in a deep, shaky breath and spoke up.
"I....Um, I love you....Knife."
Knife gasped, hearing those words. He had never expected anyone to ever anything like that to him before. Let alone OJ. He fealt his face get redder as he stared at his friend with wide eyes. Millions of thoughts ran through his mind. So much, that he couldnt quite comprehend them all. Shit, he realized he needed to say something rather than just stare at OJ, looking stupid as fuck.
"I...I love you too,..." The 'Jerk' reponded, raising his hands to rest his hand on OJ's face once again...and he did. OJ looked at him excitedly
"R..Really?"
"Yes!"
"Oh, Knife I love you!"
OJ repeated with a smile, Knife giggled as OJ started to hold him but Knife stopped him and picked OJ up, set him on the counter, and started Leaning in closer to OJ with a smile as he rubbed the manager's cheek with his thumb. OJ giggled.
"I love you so much, OJ..."
"I love you too!!" He reponded happily, wrapping his arms around Knife's neck with a huge smile. Knife chuckled softly "You look so stupid,"
OJ giggled, knowing it was a Joke.
The 2 then realized how late it had gotten and this time, went into OJ's bedroom. Did some things and finally slept. OJ, was no longer stressed but now happy and calm with his new boyfriend.
And thats how I met your father.
(THIS WENT AGAINST ALL OF MY KNIFE HEADCANONS HARDD. I got lazy at the end of this sorry:( I actually dont really ship them but do at the same time? Idk, Also dont really know their dynamic so sorry again if I got the dynamic wrong. 1431 words!!!)
