joji shit

2. u're ur mcm's wcw!!

in which your crush's closest friends tell you he likes you (back)

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"Oh my fuckin god, Y/N! Get over here," Max motioned towards you from the corner the pack was standing in. You had just arrived at this frat party being held by some of the douche boys in your university. You pushed your way through sweaty, sticky and swaying bodies to reach your group, finding it hard to ignore the loud thumps that barely passed for music.

"Hey boys," you smiled, straightening out your flannel button up shirt with your hands, making sure there was no spillage on there. "How's it going?" you scanned through the 3 familiar faces holding red solo cups, one of them holding a cigarette between his fingers.

You guys hung out, after finally finding a couch you guys could sit at. You were sat next to Max, who had Chad next to him, with comfortable amounts of space between each of you. Joji sat on the side of the short, rectangular wooden table placed in front of the couch and Ian sat on the floor adjacent to you behind the table.

Beer cans and bottles decorated the floor and table and there were even one or two in some cracks of the couch cushions. Max and Chad were drunk, as usual, while Ian had gone off to talk to some girl he'd met a few weeks ago.

Max's laughs echoed in the air strung with profanities like "cunt" or "fucker", while Chad just kept trying to get naked. You shook your head with a smile on your face watching your friends make complete fools of themselves. Then you look to the side, your eyes laying on the mostly sober, raven haired man.

Oh, how you wished you could run your hands through that hair.

Joji was just.. something else. You always had a sort of soft spot for him, but felt like you'd ruin the group if you tried with Joji. Besides, he obviously only saw you as a friend. Whereas he was someone you spent almost every weekend with, yet kept your growing feelings for him at the back of your head.

You just couldn't help but watch him, the way his messy black hair lay perfectly on his head. The way his thick, strong arms looked in those oversized shirts he wore. And his hands, the rings he'd wear on those fingers that you wished could work their way to you. How when he wore a cap, his hair would curl on the sides and back. How when he laughed, it was like fireworks would erupt in your stomach and he'd be so beautiful.

So unaware of how much you wished you could give him the world. Fuck. Stop.

"Oooh, lookie cunts, Y/N's doing that thing again," Max exclaimed, patting the back of his hand on Chad's chest, "You two should fuck," he spoke matter-of-factly, taking a swig of the beer he had in his hand.

"Max, you're disgusting," you nervously chuckled, noticing Joji was laughing and shaking his head, looking down. Shit Y/N put yourself together, he probably feels so uncomfortable right now.

"I wasn't doing anything, I just happened to zone out.. and Joji was coincidentally in my field of zoned-out vision," you retorted, regretting even speaking again.

"Uh, right, I'm pretty sure you were fantasizing about his—" Max cut himself off when he saw the threatening look on your face. He slumped down into his seat a little and whispered something into Chad's ear, earning a laugh from him.

At this point, you were blushing beyond comprehension. You just couldn't look anywhere near Joji, you felt so flustered you might need a beer or two to calm your nerves.

Joji's pov

I stole a glance at Y/N and couldn't help but feel the corners of my lips pull up in a smile. She was just.. something else.