Jiles One-Shot Dump

Wrath of Wesley

Fair warning: im not 100% satisfied with this but i tweaked it enough that i can live with it so if it doesnt seem up to par i apologize (it got kinda long too)
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Miles Wesley did not get jealous. He felt that jealousy was for children who feel like they’re not loved enough. Miles was far above that. Far. Miles didn't get jealous. He got passive aggressive as fuck.

When Miles became passive aggressive he never told you why. He didn't feel like it was his job to tell you what you did wrong.

Which is why J stood utterly confused and speechless when he entered his room to find all his shoes and shoe boxes scattered everywhere.

Jordans were with Nikes, hightops were with canvas flats, tags and wrapping paper were torn up and tossed all over the floor.

J didn’t know whether he should laugh or cry. (He did a little of both)

In a frenzy J stormed downstairs and into the kitchen where he found Miles all to casually drinking a Capri-Sun and flipping through his phone.

Miles only glanced slightly up to J when his stomping feet marched into the room. “Where's the fire Otis?” he spoke around his straw. “What the hell!” J roared “What did you do to my shoes?!”

Miles glanced J over before obnoxiously sucking down the last of his Capri-Sun, paying close attention to the twitch in J’s eye as he did so. He finished the pouch with an audible “Ah” and then tossed it in the trash.

He straightened his shirt, ruffled his hair and swept small crumbs off the counter. Finally, facing J he looked his boyfriend straight in the eyes and said “I don't know what you’re talking about”

J almost killed him that day.

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It had been almost a week since the shoe incident. J had been kept up at night trying to think of what he did to deserve such wrath.

J practically tiptoed around Miles for that week. Trying to please him in small ways and see if he can squeeze the reason for his acting out out of him.

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They had a practice session together that night which went surprisingly well, J’s shoe strings weren't tied together and his mic didn't suddenly shut off so he’d count that as a win.

As they drove home, Miles stayed silent in the passenger seat scrolling and liking his way through his instagram feed, J did his best to shoot glances at the boys phone to try and get a clue.

“Hungry?” J asked as they pulled to a stoplight “Yeah, i guess” Miles replied not taking his eyes from his phone, “What do you wanna eat?” J asked tapping his fingers rhythmically against the steering wheel. “I don't care, whatever is fine”.

J nodded as they pulled off from the light “In-n-Out good?” “Had it yesterday” Miles stated. “Okay…” J frowned, this wasnt gonna be easy.

“Chinese?”

“No”

“Pizza?”

“No”

“Wanna cook at home?”

“Don't feel like cleaning”

J slammed his forehead against the steering wheel with an audible groan. “What do you want to eat?” J asked as calmly as he could “I told you i don't care.” Miles’ voice and expression never wavering. “Than we’re getting wings, i want wings” J stated.

“Tsk…”

“What!”

“I want In-n-out”

That night, J really did cry.

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J suffered almost another week of the torture. Jackets out of place, the teeth on his comb were broke off, his earbuds were cut in half. J was ready to jump off a cliff.

Until one fateful phone call from a faithful friend.

J was rummaging around the kitchen when his phone went off. It was Michael, probably calling just to hang out. J quickly answered it hitting the speaker phone and placing it back on the counter.

“Hey bro” Michael called cheerful

“Hey dude, whats up?”

“Oh nothing, just wanted to know if you wanted to jam tonight?

“Yeah im down, always.”

J and Michaels conversation was lighthearted and cheerful. It really helped take his mind off the hovering darkness that is his boyfriend.

J and Michael talked for a while, long enough for Miles to come out of the shower and make his way down to get a bottle of water.

Miles tried to be uninterested in what J was doing but hearing him laugh so whole heartedly at someone else got him mildly irritated.

“Who ya talkin to?” Miles asked as casually as possible. “Oh its Michael, we’re gonna have a jam session tonight” J stated glancing up at Miles. J quickly noted the tighter than normal grip that held Miles bottle.

“Hi Miles! How are you?” Michael inquired. Miles plastered on a fake smile to try and lighten his voice. “I'm fine Michael, thanks for asking”

J never had a  “Ah ha” moment quite like that one. “Hey Michael, bro im gonna call you back” J said never taking his eyes off of Miles.

“Alright that's cool, talk to ya later”

“Yeah okay, bye

J ended the call and turned his full attention to Miles who was, at this point, walking away. “A jam session huh” Miles said through what seemed like gritted teeth.

J could've used this chance to reassure and tell Miles there was no need to be jealous, but, he didn't.

“Yeah, it's probably just gonna be the two of us, we’ve thinking of writing something together”

J watched as Miles’ shoulders tensed under the idea. “That sounds…..wonderful….I hope you have a good time” Miles forced out.

J’s lips curved into a sly smirk “I'll probably be home late, or ill stay at his place so don't wait up for me”.

Miles whipped around, anger written all over his face. “Don't you spend enough time with him?! He might as well be your boyfriend!”

Miles expression turned to one of horror after shouting that. It was apparent he wasn't supposed to let that slip.

J couldnt hold in his amusement any longer and grabbed Miles by the waist twirling him gleefully in a circle. “Let me go!” Miles argued when he was done being made dizzy.

J set Miles down with a laugh keeping him close by lacing his hands together on Miles waist. “You should've just told me how you felt babe”. Miles rolled his eyes “What are you talking about? Let me go”

“All this time, you were terrorizing me over Michael. Michaels got this thing going on with Mikey, he doesn't want me” J said turning Miles head to look into his eyes.

“There's nothing to worry about” he said with assurance.

Miles’ pout slowly faded and he relaxed into J’s arms “Fine” he scoffed “Whatever”.

J couldnt help but laugh “I can't believe Michael got to you this much”. Miles’ frown quickly returned and he pried himself out of J’s arms, “Like i would let someone like him get under my skin” Miles argued. Miles quickly turned on his heels and marched his way out of the kitchen and up the stairs “Don't flatter him, his heads big enough as it is!”.

J clutched his stomach in laughter “I love you!” J called after Miles.

“Shove it Hype!”