Peter Pan and his Lost Boy // Jian AU

15.

•°Jc's POV°•

The sun shining through window is what wakes me up. It beams directly in my face, reminding me that I'm late. Is it a Sunday? Does the café even open on Sundays?

"Five more minutes," I mumble to myself as I wipe the drool from my chin. I roll over, knowing there was no way I was getting up any time soon. The sheets smell like alcohol, sex, and the smallest hint of vanilla.

What the fuck? I jump up from the bed, still half asleep, and realize this isn't my bed, nor is it a room in the apartment. With frantic eyes, I take in the plain white surroundings and my eyes stop on the only blotch of color in the room: Kian.

Seeing his naked body entangled with the sheets brings back every little detail from last night. Every touch, moan, and kiss plays in my mind like a movie. I pause on the picture of his naked body beneath mine and my insides ignite. Fear courses through my veins and I scramble to put my clothes on. He can't see me here, in fact no one can see me here this morning. I was supposed to fix him, not take him for myself. My job was to help him blossom, not let my attraction for him blur my duty as a friend/therapist.

"Fuck," I mutter when he mumbles something against the pillow.

"Jc, I'm sorry."

My body freezes, is he awake? I don't move an inch until I'm 100% sure that he's still asleep. Then, I open the door and slide out of the room for good.

I've fucked up big time. I'm not going to lie though, I don't regret a second of what happened. I just know it's unfair of me to have him this way until he's stable enough to know what he wants... Maybe he won't want me anymore once he doesn't need a counselor or a place to live. Maybe he won't find me as appealing when he's not in the middle of a crisis.

It's happened before...

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When I arrive at the café I'm surprised to see Trevor awake and working. I can see the dark, heavy bags under his eyes from across the room and I instantly feel guilty. It shouldn't be his responsibility to work with a hangover, it's mine. I was supposed to come home last night and wake up to cover Connor and Sam's shift. Being preoccupied with Kian isn't a good enough excuse either.

"I can smell the sex on you from here," he laughs loudly and I feel too guilty to scowl at him. He can have his fun since he's covering for me.

"Whatever Trevor. The problem is I don't smell any on you, and I can tell by looking that your virginity is still intact," I smirk and it doesn't take him long to flick me off.

"She passed out," he shrugs nonchalantly as he swirls the coffee around in his paper cup. My eyes widen as I take in what he said.

"Is she still upstairs?" I rush out, and he shakes his head 'no'. Right as he answers the same girl that Kian kissed last night appears. Her brown hair is thrown into a bun and she's wearing one of Trevor's shirts.

"Hey, I hope you don't mind me helping him this morning," she smiles genuinely.

"Lily, right?" I ask and she giggles.

"Layla, actually but you weren't too far off."

She seems bubbly. Just the kind of person Trevor needs. Not even as a girlfriend. Just as someone to talk to. It can get suffocating living with all these people suffering with their own shit.

"I'm Jc, and yeah it's okay that you're helping. Just means I can go upstairs and make breakfast for our other roommates," I smile back at her. I try to make it as genuine as hers, but the thought of Kian waking up alone suddenly has me hating myself.