pink skies [joeck au] // discontinued

• seven •

"holy shit jack!" conor's concerned voice rings through the dark room as soon as he opens his brother's door on monday morning. "are you okay?"

"yeah, i'm great." comes the reply from the boy who is sitting buried under a layer of sheets. "what makes you ask that?"

"umm i don't know—" conor snorts before turning the light which results in jack hissing as if he was in pain. "you missed the media teams meeting yesterday, you haven't left your room since you came home after friday night?" the older boy states as he makes his way and situates himself on the bed.

as soon as conor's eyes land on what jack was holding under the sheets, the scenario seems so clear up a bit and he finds himself sighing and looking at his younger brother. "oh jack."

"what do you do if someone you like," jack pauses when he sees conor's smug expression, "maybe like doesn't underdstand the hints you're giving them." his sentence causes the older boy to sigh before taking the camera that was placed between jack's hands.

the camera roll was open to one of the many pictures of joe in pink taco where he was smiling softly while listening to something one of the younger girls was saying. his eyes were shining and his cheeks rosy, he looked really good.

"wait for them to catch on and probably see if they're worth it." conor says while browsing through the camera roll. all he sees is joe's pictures and it kind of surprises him. jack was never the one to be so serious about someone.

"oh they're worth it, alright." even though is face is morphed into this tired expression, jack is smiling this time. "they're more than worth it." his voice is a whisper and conor can barely hear it.

"what did joe do this time?" the brunette boy asks, passing the camera back to his brother who turns it off and places it on his bedside table.

"i told him i liked his type." he confesses, shrugging.

"what?" conor tries not to burst into laughter while jack shoves him a little. "what do you mean his type? is he alien or something? the fuck? he's probably weirded out by you."

"forget it, i knew you can't help me." jack scoffs, his tone annoyed.

"okay sorry, i wanna help." the older brother apologizes before continuing, "what was his reaction?"

"he just smiled."

"smiled?" conor asks, confused. "listen i don't wanna sound mean or anything but are you sure he's worth it?" and just like that jack is pushing conor out of his bed before getting out himself and dragging him out of his room.

"fuck off." he grunts before slamming the door on conor and turning around and flinging the first thing his hands land on across his room in frustration. "fuck joe sugg." he says bitterly as he sees the empty coffee mug land on the carpeted floor.

"you wish you could." teases conor from outside the door and jack resists the urge to go and physically castrate him.

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