bad day || au j.b.

1 bad day

"justin, what are you doing here?" my voice betrayed me as it tried to stay strong, but it constantly failed without my supervision.

his caramel irises gazed back at me as rain continued to sprinkle and douse his forehead with salty rain, but he didn't care. we stood like this, answerless, for what seemed like forever until he unexpectedly clung his arms around my waist, pulling into his wet tee.

he smelled just as i remembered he did, hints of mint and exhaust tank pipe smoke came from his shirt, and the antoxicating smell filled my nostrils.

as he burrowed his face into my neck and my fingers involuntarily curled around his collar bones, memories flooded back to me. even the ones i didn't want back.

all the tears.

every laugh.

all the curses and swears that spilled from my lips, directed at him

each and every cocky smile he plastered on his face before he stepped into another fight.

but worst, every feeling he made me feel.

this is one of those moments when a person finally realizes that they carry their partner's burdens with them, and even with all their bull shit following them, you can't help but not to love him.

after what felt like twenty centuries had passed by, he lifted his head just enough to where he could speak and said two sentences that would never make me leave him, no matter how many bloody tissues i had to pick up after him.

"i'm so sorry, whit. i'm so fucking sorry for everything that i put you through."