joji shit

8. please don't run away

o my god, get ur feels ready

in which you and joji have a fight as the sky raged and the neighbors played music a bit too loud

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you sighed as you placed your keys on the counter that separated the kitchen from the doorway and the living room.

closing the door, you thanked god you got inside before the rain completely soaked you.

you looked around, took off your coat and left your boots by the door.

you felt anger quickly bubble inside seeing as the living room was practically upside down. ash was on the table aside a bunch of empty beers and cigarette packs, the tv was on, and an open laptop was open on the edge of the messy couch.

you took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down considering you had a long day already.

"joji," you called out and walked to the bedroom you shared with your boyfriend.

after knocking, you pushed the door open to find that the bed was a mess, like how you left it when you woke up this morning and asked him to make it. you sighed and turned towards the window which looked out onto brooklyn, closed your eyes and tried harder not to scream.

you felt arms suddenly wrap around your waist, along with a warm, larger body pressed against yours. "hey baby," he whispered into your ear while rubbing your arms up and down. "how was work?"

"it was shit," you muttered, not bothering to lean into him or show him any affection in return.

"want to talk about it?" he asked, leaning his face to the side in order to see yours.

"no, i don't want to talk about it." you said bluntly, then abruptly broke away from his grasp and turned to move a little farther, so you could lean on the edge of the window sill with crossed arms.

"i do want to know, though. why is the apartment a mess?" you asked, and watched as the warm look on his face faded to the opposite.

"i was working, and—"

"and what george? you had no time to do the bed? to turn off the tv when you came here?" you pressed, feeling the anger slowly try to take over.

"yes! yes, y/n, i had no time to do any of that. i have music to produce, like i have work to do!" he put his arms up in agitation, then rested his hands on his hips.

"you've got work to do? for fuck's sake, george, mario cart is on pause on the television. don't fucking lie to me."

realizing you raised your voice a little, you turned and started to do the bed to get your mind off this. you didn't want to fight him, you were too tired.

"alright y/n," he replied, leaving the room.

that's what george did when he was angry, he'd just say alright and say your name, no nicknames or anything. it made you sort of hate it whenever he'd say it like that.

you sighed, and fell forward onto the bed. you were too exhausted to do anything, not get up and fix the bed, not change your clothes, not take your makeup off, not go try to talk to george. nothing.

after 15 minutes of stalling and trying to do the bed while laying on it, you finally decided to get up and actually do it.

when you had finished, you cleaned up around the bedroom before changing into a pair of black sweats and joji's 7eleven t-shirt.

you left your makeup on, but you didn't really care at the moment.

walking out and into the living room, you saw george sitting on the couch with his laptop on his lap, holding a cigarette and a beer, completely ignoring the mess on the table and on the couch next to him.