ONE MORE TIME - brallon drabbles

cluster hoard #2

// a combination of two oneshots that had been abandoned, enjoy! //
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title: even endless black can't scare me
// If he could see nothing, he would still be fine. But not feeling the beloved one's presence who saved you from the eternal darkness in the mornings terrifies him. //

All it takes is the clamor of objects falling down and soft, repeating calls for his name through the wood  flooring.

Brendon should have known better than to even attempt to make him hot chocolate. With the clattering noises getting louder and happening more frequently, he dashes up the wooden stairs after almost carelessly setting down two cups of warm drinks.

He skids through the halls and slowly opens the door to his lover's room. When Brendon opens the door, he sees Dallon groggily moving around, his arms stretched out to reach something, anything.

"B-Brendon?" Dallon weakly calls out for his only saving grace. The tall man slowly  inches toward the words of his boyfriend, "I'm right here, baby." Dallon's never been so scared.

Brendon walks to Dallon and guides him back to his bed, sitting beside him, while rubbing small circles on the back palm of the other man's hand. 

"You weren't there, I panicked. I'm sorry, Bren." Dallon simply utters softly before laying his chin on what he presumes to be Brendon's head and leans on his body.

"Shh, there's nothing to be sorry for. I should apologize for leaving you too soon." Brendon whispers back and kisses his neck. With the loving action, he could feel Dallon's smile atop of his head.

"A-are you sure?" Dallon wants to make sure that his sudden panic didn't cause anything terrible for Brendon. He depises having these surprise events in the morning where the absence of a person's presence makes his heart race and his mind plunges into thoughts of fear and loneliness.

"I'm very sure, Dal." With those words of confirmation, Brendon leans into Dallon's neck and smiles. Each time Dallon could feel that curved shape on his body puts him in a happier place and better mindset. Kisses would feel the same but how would Dallon know if Brendon isn't kissing him out of pity? These pure smiles are what always and will get his heart beating quite fast out of love. It wasn't hard to tell a forced smile to a real one, even if Dallon isn't blind.

The couple stay in that position for a while, leaving each other with their thoughts and the quiet breathing. Dallon always wonders what he, himself looks like or his boyfriend. The sound of his voice means much but his image could mean more. He'll have to stick to voices instead. A frequent question circulates back into Dallon's head. It has been a while since he's asked it.

"Brendon?" Dallon quietly says.

"Hm?" 

"Am I ugly?"

This question would always break Brendon's heart. He knows how insecure Dallon can be and this is his proof. More than not, the tall guy would ask if his appearance was displeasing. The word makes Brendon cringe and the thought that his boyfriend could say that was worse.

"Never was and never will be, Dallon," Brendon answers. "I hope you never have to ask me this question ever again because you aren't."

Dallon doesn't know what to believe. Of course, he's more lenient toward believing Brendon's words but how would he know if Brendon is lying to protect his feelings?

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title: silence isn't so bad at times
// Brendon decided to apply as an employee for a man's antique shop. //

"Brendon, look, you need a job! And you're lucky to have me as a friend, y'know." His friend, Spencer, went to go grab something shown by the gesture of holding a finger in front of his face.

Brendon sat in his chair with this hands covering his face. Everyone in his life said he needed a job since it's a been while that he has worked. Doing his little solo project wasn't getting him much. Plus, a little extra money would do him wonders. So, that's why he was here now, in his friend's house for suggestions for a job.

His friend returned with a flyer in his hand and gave it to Brendon. "Ta-da! Look, there's an antique shop that needs some attention!"

The flyer read needing helping and doing simple tasks such as, stocking the shelves, moving boxes and taking stuff out of them, and just loading work really. Brendon could do all of this! He thought of himself to be a strong guy, so, this job wouldn't be so bad.

Brendon grinned at Spencer, "Guess who's getting a job tomorrow!"

They had a little bit of a celebration moment by sharing a drink before Brendon needed to go home to get some rest for tomorrow.

While Brendon drove home, he wondered what the interview would be like. Would he even need to show a resume? Or would he be hired on the spot for looking the part? He would know later, for now, he just needed to drive home.

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Oh, no, no, no. Brendon had woken up late and he was rushing around the house to look nice for the job offer. The flyer that Spencer gave him said to arrive at twelve p.m. As of the moment, it was eleven forty-five. He didn't even bother to shower as he put some cologne on and wet his hair a little to style it. Fifteen minutes was hopefully enough time to drive there.

On the drive there, Brendon was getting more anxious when each minute passed and each traffic light turned red. The radio wasn't helping him get distracted from all the doubtful words in his brain. He took a sharp turn and was looking around at the streetside stores for the antique one.

When he finally found it, there was parking in the back. Once he got out of he car, he checked his watch, the clock reading eleven fifty-five. Brendon started to pick up his pace and run toward the store. Three minutes were wasted on running toward the store when Brendon got there, he was almost out of breath.

He tried to catch some air to look like he wasn't rushing. Brendon grasped the handle of the wooden door and pulled. A little bell sound was heard when he did so, indicating that Brendon had just entered the store.

The store was smaller than it looked on the outside and was more cramped. It had a wooden smell with bland colors. Rows and rows of antiques had filled the space of the store. There was rickety wood flooring and with each step, a small creak would sound. A glass desk was plopped at the right corner in the back of store. Brendon tried to seek out the manager or maybe an employee but there was none in sight.

"Uhh, hello? Is anyone here?" Brendon called. A shuffling sound was heard and Brendon walked toward the glass desk. He saw a moving figure, as it was quite dark back here, behind the desk before it stood up to be a really tall guy.

The guy didn't say anything instead just smiled and waved to Brendon. That confused the guy looking for a job since he found it odd that no words had passed between them.

"H-hi," Brendon started off slightly scared as the man with piercing blue eyes stared him down. "So, uhm, I'm here to apply for the open spot. Do you want me to speak to the manager?" He took out the flyer from his jean pocket and laid it flat in front of the quiet guy.

The guy took out a piece of paper from behind the cashier and wrote something on it.

"You're actually talking to the manager! And definitely, you're hired. You look pretty strong and have some soul left to work in here. I hope that you won't be bothered by the awkward silence that may be conjured as I only really need one person working along side with me."

Brendon looked up and saw the man with a kind smile like before.

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hi, everyone! you have probably read these two oneshots but i thought that i needed more cluster hoards and here is one of two oneshots that honestly deserved more! thank you for your time! love ya!