The storm

Body warmth.

Authors note: Hey. So here's a thing. I'm stuck in the spare bedroom because the maid is vacuuming right outside, and I'm too much of an awkward little shit to go out there rn. So I thought to myself. Fuck it. I might as well write some quick yet delicious cancer to deep throat you guys with. Gave it 19% effort too.

It was cold. The wind was whistling through the air, and the snow steadily collecting on the ground made it hard to walk. The Northern parts of Japan weren't a fun place to be during the winter. Joji just wanted to get home. He had Ian and Max over for a couple of weeks and they were planning on filming a quick video tonight when he got back from the store.

And of course. Of fucking course it started storming. He had to leave early, only gathering a couple of ingredients for the stir fry.

"F-fuck" 

a strong gust of wind nearly caused Joji to fall forward. He stumbled a bit, but managed to regain his balance. The storm was getting worse quicker than Joji had expected. He felt the snow piling on his head and shoulders as he walked.

"When is he getting back? I'm starving" Max whined. Ian just shrugged and typed away on his lap top. "Maybe we should just order takeout" Max ignored him, checking out the window of the small apartment.

"Fuckin hell. Did you see how bad the weathers gotten?" This got Ian's attention. He got up and jogged to the window Max was looking out of. The snow was beating down hard, and you could hear the wind howling. "Shit" Ian grabbed his phone and started texting Joji.

-Hey. You okay?
(Sent)

He waited a while with no reply. He decided to ring him up instead.

"Hey, George. You oka-"

"The number you are trying to call could not be reached at the moment. Please try again at another time"

"Fuck! Service is down. Must be the storm" Max frowned, peeking out again and turning to Ian. "What if we just go take the car and look for the fucker?" Ian shook his head, walking to the door and opening it just a bit.

Max watched as the snow storm pushed the door wider, spewing snow and ice into the apartment as Ian struggled to close the door back up. After the door was closed, Ian pushed his glasses up and gave Max an annoyed look.

"Oh"

Joji was shaking, his hood pulled over as far as he could tug it. He could barely see. Barely walk. "Really fucked up this time, Joji" He struggled to take in air. The snow had almost gotten to his knees. "I c-can't" He slumped to the side. Hitting the wall of a bordered lot.

"G-Gotta call I-ian" he grabbed his phone out of his now soggy pocket, and struggled to type in the number. "G-God dammit, c-come on." His fingers shook furiously, clicking the wrong numbers in the process. He eventually got it.

"I-Ian.. I-I-it's George. I n-need-"

"The number you are trying to call could not be reached at the moment. Please try again at another time"

He felt his heart drop into his stomach, panic working its way through his system as his vision began to blur. "O-ok-Kay. N-no biggie." He took a breath. "I-i got th-this" Gritting his teeth, Joji pushed himself up and started his slow, struggling pace back to the apartment. His legs shaking and his face numb.