continuing the previous one shot X
Jon woke up first that morning. He looked at his side and saw that Damian was still asleep and decided to get him some breakfast from downstairs. Jon crawled out carefully and slowly, not wanting to disturb Damian.
"Morning Jon." Jon's father, Clark. announced.
"Morning dad." Jon responded
"I know it's a bit early to ask this, but do you know where Damian is? Bruce has been looking from him like crazy. Apparently he left the manor last night." Clark spoke,whilst he read the newspaper.
"He's in my room upstairs. He's been there all night." Jon told his father. Clark hummed a response.
Jon got a plate from the cabinet and filled it with pancakes. He then went to the fridge to get almond milk for Damian, remembering that Damian doesn't drink cow milk. He placed the food on a tray along with a side of syrup.
" I should probably head to work, I'll see you at dinner." Clark said.
"I'm going to take this up to him. See you later." He announced.
Jon walked up to his room and found that Damian was still sleeping. He contemplated on waking him up, but decided he needed his rest.
About 10 minutes later, Damian awoke to the smell of pancakes.
"Good morning Alfred." Damian yawned, rubbing his eyes in the process. As soon as opened them completely, he realized that he wasn't in his room; he was in Jon's. It wasn't Alfred who had brought him his food; it was ,once again, Jon.
"Oh it's you." Damian said.
"Yeah it's me." Jon responded;he looked at the messy haired boy for a couple of seconds ,before remembering that the pancakes were getting colder.
"I brought you pancakes and almond milk. My mom made the pancakes." Jon announced. He handed the tray of food to Damian.
"Thanks."
"So... do you want to talk about last night?" Jon asked, still curious about what Bruce did to Damian that caused him to run away.
Damian was quiet; he didn't want Jon to know about what his father did. Looking at it now, Bruce was just lecturing him about safety. Damian should've just listened instead of running away. Deciding not to talk about it, Damian changed the subject. He stood up from Jon's bed and then faced the younger boy.
"Why did you let me in?" Damian asked.
"did you seriously just ask that?" Jon looked at Damian in shock.
"I let you in because you're my best friend and I.." Jon trailed off .
"And you?" Damian said eagerly, wanting to know why else Jon let him in.
"I care about you." The younger boy spluttered. He looked at the ground, not wanting to face Damian. Damian would probably tease him for saying that he cared about him.
"You care about me?"
"Yeah, you're my best friend." Jon simpered.
"Oh." Damian said. His best friend. Jon only cares about him because he's his best friend and that's what best friends do.
"Oh? What do you mean by 'oh'?" Jon asked. He expected for Damian to say that he was his best friend as well; the simple to letter response didn't meet what Jon expected to hear.
"Just oh." Damian murmured, a pout beginning to form on his lips.
"What's wrong now?" Jon soon realized that whatever he was saying was making Damian even more upset than he already was.
"It's nothing!" Damian spat at Jon.
"It's obviously something if you're getting all fussy about it!" Jon
"I said it's NOTHING!" Damian repeated. Unaware of his actions, Damian pushed Jon, causing him to fall onto the floor. Jon was shocked by this. Damian had never pushed him before. Sure they fought, but not like this.
"What the heck?!" Jon exclaimed. He looked up at Damian before kicking him in his leg, resulting in Damian falling onto the floor as well.
Damian attempted to get up; in fact, he would've gotten up, if it hadn't been for the fact that Jon's fingers had slowly intertwined with his, keeping him grounded.
If Damian's face wasn't already red from all the anger, it would most definitely have been reddened by the blush he could feel forming across his cheeks.
"Please, tell me what's wrong? Did I do something?" Jon whispered, not wanting to make damian more upset.
Damian looked at the now sad boy in front of him. Disappointed by what he had did, Damian decided to tell Jon why he was upset.
"It's just... you care for me as a best friend." Damian sighed.
"How else would I care for you?"
"You could care for me like you would care for, a you know...." Damian couldn't bring himself to saying what he wanted to.
Jon was confused. If Damian didn't want him to care for him like a best friend would, how else was Jon supposed to care for him? It then hit him: did Damian want Jon to care for him as he would care for someone he liked? It seemed like the situation was becoming clearer and clearer each second.
"damian, do you like me?" Jon said softly. Damian nodded sadly, hoping that his feelings wouldn't ruin their friendship.
'Oh', was all that jon managed to say. Damian could already feel the tears forming in his eyes. He looked down at his hand that was still intertwined with Jon's.
After what seemed like an eternity, somebody finally spoke.
"I like you too." Jon simpered. He squeezed Damian's hand in reassurance before moving his face closer to Damian's. As soon as he was close enough, he placed a soft kiss on Damian's cheek. Though it seemed impossible, Damian's face turned into a darker shade of red.
wc: 951
The ending was really confusing; I'm very sorry about that. :/. Also two updates in less than a week, whom am I? Beside the point, I JUST NOTICED THAT THIS ONESHOT BOOK IS CLOSE to 1k little eyeball icons which is absolutely insane! As I say at the end of every one shot, thanks for reading and I'm sorry for disappointing you<3-
