BLOOM'S OSC ONESHOTS [OPEN]

Scissor cuts paper [OJ x Paper]

Requested by: whoopsies_123

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OJ slammed the door to his office shut. He was over-working again; what a shocker. It was already midnight and he knew that Paper would be waiting for him, so he went as soon as he could. He took the stairs and went to go find his bedroom through the dimly lit hallways. It was dead silent, the only sound being soft snores all around.

He reached his own room, opening the door. He saw a glimpse of Paper in bed. He gently shuts the door behind him and immediately gets to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

He walks out after he's ready, joining Paper in bed. He was silent, so OJ assumed he was already sleeping.

"Overworking, again?" Paper broke the silence, turning over to face OJ himself. OJ slightly jolted in surprise but replied immediately.

"Yeah..."

"I told you not to do that, didn't I?"

"You know how it is, work stuff or whatev—"

"Are you ever gonna listen to my advice?" OJ was taken slightly off-guard by his tone. Paper was typically stern, but it felt like he wasn't just saying the usual stuff he would normally say.

"Excuse me?"

"I give you advice and try to help you, but you never listen. Why?"

OJ felt a spike of anger as he continued speaking, "I do know that. It's not an obligation to follow everything you say."

"How will you get better, then?" Paper retorted, getting slightly frustrated with his responses.

"Come on, we're not gonna have this conversation aga—"

"Answer me OJ. How do you expect to be better if you just won't listen to whatever shit I say?" He cut him off again, the anger evident in his tone of voice. OJ felt that spike of anger growing and growing bigger.

"I already have a lot of things on my mind, just let me be for a moment. I don't want to hear you blabbering about how much my health decreased. I'm fine." OJ's fist was clenching slightly as he talked, raising his voice just a little.

"Your health HAS decreased! Why can't you just accept that?" Paper was somewhat yelling now, but not loud enough to wake up the others.

"I already said this. I'm completely fine!"

"You haven't even tried! Do you even love me enough to try?!"

OJ felt not anger, but rage. He had just wanted to get the shitty day over with, and now he has to deal with this.

"You know what? No. I don't love you enough to try. I don't give a fuck about what you think." OJ's hand was clenching the blankets.

"God, yo—"

"Would you PLEASE shut up for once?!"

Paper slightly flinched due to the increase in tone. A deafening silence filled the room for a moment.

"God– You're so annoying when you keep blabbering about how much I need rest, you know that? I don't need you to take care of me like I'm a baby. LEAVE ME ALONE!"

Paper could feel the thickness of the atmosphere; it was killing him. He could feel tears welling up in his eyes.

"Fine. Do what you want." He mumbled, his voice cracking a little. He turns his back away from OJ and brings the blankets to cover his own face. He can hear the blankets shuffling as OJ goes back in place.

He blankly stared at the wall. What OJ said kept replaying in his head over and over again, forcing his tears to go down his face. He shuts his eyes closed and muffles his own sobbing, hoping the other wouldn't hear him.

He fell asleep due to the excessive crying tiring him out.

Paper wakes up as he sees the warm glow casted by the windows. He blinks a few times until his vision finally focuses. He sits up and glances around the bedroom. He looks at the tear-stained pillow and blanket, the memories of last night immediately coming back to his head.

He quickly glances to his side; OJ wasn't there. Of course he wasn't. Paper hesitantly got out of bed and went to the bathroom. He shuts the door and looks at himself in the mirror. He sees the tear stains on his face and the obvious exhaustion etched on it.

He didn't feel like getting ready for the day anymore. He didn't want to. He turns on the sink, washes his face and returns to the bed. He gets back in bed, laying down on his side of the bed once again. He curled up tightly grabbing onto a pillow.

He would be laying there for a while.

It was 7:48 p.m. Paper didn't have enough energy to eat breakfast, but he instead ate lunch and dinner. He would make sure OJ wasn't there downstairs, though. He couldn't face him after what happened.

He was currently back in the bedroom, sulking on the bed. He felt numb. Not upset, angry, anxious, numb. He puts his arm on the other and gently rubs the side of it. He didn't typically do self-soothing exercises, but he needed it right now; badly.

He hasn't seen OJ for the whole day. He assumed that he was working, but he would at least be outside of his office in some instances. Did he cause this himself? He told himself that the answer was yes, and that it was his fault. He felt tears welling up again as he stared into nothing. He couldn't get that off his mind and he hated it. He hated it so much. He should've never confronted him. None of that would have happened if he didn't.

His train of thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door swinging open. Paper jolted up and immediately hid himself under the blanket. That was horrible timing.

He felt the weight of the bedsheets shifting as he anxiously waited for him to say something. It would be a lot better for him if he stayed silent, but the silence was unbearable right now.

"Paper..." OJ sighed, shifting closer to him. Paper sinked into the bed even more, staying dead silent. OJ attempts to lift the blanket off of his body, but Paper immediately tugs onto it harder.

"I'm not mad Paper, please." He tugs on the blanket once more, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he'll give in. Paper hesitates, but he allows OJ to do so. Once the blanket is off, he completely avoids eye contact with the other. OJ grabs him and immediately pulls him in for a hug.

"Listen, I'm sorry for last night. It was stupid of me to yell at you. I'm sorry." He mumbled, resting his head on the other. Paper slowly returned the hug, burying his head into his shoulder. He couldn't muster up anything, so he stayed silent.

"Also, sorry for making you worry so much. You seriously need a break from caring about me." He said, the last sentence in a slightly teasing tone.

"How could I not?" Paper lifts his head, looking at him with a genuine smile.

"God– Whatever." The sight of his smile made his heart jump a little. It always happened and he couldn't do anything about it.

"I forgive you, by the way."

"Thank you. I didn't think you'd actually."

"That's a dumb assumption..." He places his head back on his shoulder, a faint smile plastered on his face. OJ laughs softly and squeezes his body lightly.

They both sat in a comfortable silence as it slowly turned into night time. They would eventually fall asleep on each other.

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Word count: 1304

Sad yaoi ❤️

Anyway, I didn't actually expect people to actually read this book, especially because the main intention was completely for myself! But nonetheless, I hope my oneshots keep you all satisfied and full :3