Non-Platonic (A Jaspar Fanfic)

Chapter 5

Caspar stared at the ceiling as he had lied down on the bed. Since his father was running a successful company he didn't had to work all day in order to survive. He just sometimes needed to go to other people's offices for meetings and stuff.

I wonder what that fuckhead is doing right now ?

Joe on the other hand worked his ass off walking from one room to another making sure that all of the family members orders were followed correctly. Sometimes Caspar wished to just stop Joe and hug his small little body. He did so much of work with hardly ever resting that it made Caspar anxious about his sleep schedule.

While Caspar considered Joe stupid for not taking care of himself, Joe considered himself as a fighter and continued to do his job dutifully. The smaller lad became weaker than ever and his body now seemed of only bones and skin. Joe hardly had time to eat anything. The rest of the servants took advantage of Joes young age asking him to do their job while they all stuffed food inside their mouths.

Joe never complained though. He was always overworked but he never back answered anyone since he's entered this house, of course no one noticed the brunette working like a little robot but Caspar did, he always did. Something always remained in the back of Caspar's mind that how the fuck was this guy so patient. Ever since he's been working in the house he has never gone of the property.

History can repeat himself can't it ? It send shivers down Caspar's spine when he thought of him. How he acted just like Joe. Caspar can never compare him with anyone else because in Caspar's eye he is like nobody. Caspar wishes he could go back in time and relive his moments but then he is always reminded by his conscious that the character  he was playing was just a mask of what he actually is.

But I did not fuck around with him unlike Joe.

Caspar sat up rubbing his face with his hands trying to forget that guy. But it's so hard. It has always been hard to forget him simply because Caspar loved him. Oops sorry correction... Caspar still loves him. His name was Jonathan, mostly called John. Atleast that's what It is for Caspar and the rest of his family.

John was a servant in Caspar's house just like Joe. No one could have ever wondered that they were seeing each other but when they all got to know they didn't act very well. The thought of coming out to his parents terrified Caspar but Caspar was determined to walk Down the streets and not have something on his heart which is left to be said. It was a major shock to Caspar though when George stood up and supported Caspar for who he is, his mom and sister were still not convinced thinking what the society would think about them.

John was such a sweetheart. He always carried a big smile on his face and had the most sassiest personality ever. Literally each and every word of it screamed sarcasm and Caspar loved it, he loved him.

That night was the last time Caspar had cried, that night was the only night when he felt weak. At that moment John sat besides Caspar rubbing his back sending positive vibes inside his brain. Telling him it's all going to be okay and that a mom always her son no matter what. Caspar stopped crying and immediately pulled John for a hug playing with his light blonde hair and tugging then behind his ears. Caspar felt blessed to have him.

Little did he know that John was a devil in disguise. After a week or so, when their relationship was blooming and Caspar could not ask for a better person to be with, there was a robbery in the Lee's property. About half the money saved by the family was looted and George underwent major depression and frequently suffered anxiety attacks.