silent treatment;
ship; jack j x dillon rupp
(okay i feel like i ship these two more than jolinsky bc g's being distant like omg)
summary; jack caught dillon cheating on him. he comes back to the house in a fit of rage after a day and doesn't pay any attention to dillon. dillon truly broke his heart.
third person point of view;
Jack cried loudly into his hands. He had stopped at an abandoned parking lot as he sobbed. He wasn't able to drive with blurry vision.
Dillon continued to call him, worried about him. Finally, Jack picked up.
"Jack, please come back, I need to talk to you!" Dillon cried into the phone.
Jack hung up the phone, rolling his eyes as he held his body. He was cold but, he barely noticed. He just sobbed into his legs as he shut off the car. His heart broke into two pieces.
About ten minutes earlier, Jack got home from being out with his parents for the day. He went upstairs because he had a raging headache and just wanted to sleep in his bed.
Yet, when he went to the bed, he didn't find enough room for him to lay on. His bed was already occupied with two boys, not like after the sight of his boyfriend deep inside another guy made him still want to lay down.
Dillon was Jack's true love, his best friend, his god. Jack has never loved someone so much. He was always so excited to see Dillon every day of his life. He always felt butterflies when kissing Dillon's lips.
Now he knew that Dillon's point of view was not like his. Jack's heart was stopping as he tried to stop the visions of his boyfriend touching, kissing, being inside, sucking, and being with another guy.
Jack was disgusted in the worst way where it made him physically ill. He opened his car door and ran to the nearby trash can, throwing up inside it. He couldn't stop until he was empty. He was sick. He was cold. He was heartbroken. He couldn't drive, he couldn't go anywhere. He couldn't go home to Dillon.
Dillon kicked the boy out, the male not caring. Dillon screamed, punching a hole into the wall. He was so disappointed in himself. He cried into his palms as he sat on the couch. He knew he lost his baby boy because all he wanted was sex. He couldn't just wait for his baby, and now he lost him.
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Jack entered his house, his body needing the warmth of the house from sleeping in his car. His back hurt from the awkward position he laid in. He was fairly sick and needed medicine.
Jack went into the medicine cabinet and got a few pills. He got a glass of water, taking them down. He walked into the living room, his eyes staring at the hole in the wall. He sat on the couch, staring at the pictures on the wall.
He frowned, tears going down his cheeks. He shook his head, laying down and turning away from the pictures. He continued to cry, feeling himself get tired. He felt a blanket go over his body. He turned, seeing Dillon. Dillon looked like trash. Tears dry and wet stained on his face, his hair messy, a band wrapped around his hand with patches of blood on it, and bloodshot eyes. Dillon covered his boyfriend up, along with putting a pillow under his head. Jack looked away from Dillon, which he understood.
Dillon knew he was coming back. He knew Jack wasn't going to let him go.
Dillon sat on the side of the couch, stroking Jack's back. Jack cried into the pillow quietly.
"You want me to leave you alone?" Dillon asked.
Jack nodded his head, letting out a sob. Dillon turned his cheek, kissing Jack's forehead. Jack turned his body away from Dillon.
