YouTube One-Shots (Book 3)

Maybe You Shouldn't Have Broken My Heart

Note: This is a slightly angsty one-shot. I hope you enjoy it though!

Pairing: Kryoz x Moo

Brock walked up to the house quietly, his eyes trained on the upper right window, a look of concentration present on his face. He relayed the events in his head over and over to the point where he could say the words out loud in perfect order without messing up.

Get in, find him, and off the fucker.

That was the plan, and he was going to stick to it. No more playing the nice guy, no more falling for his dumb looks and his dumb smile and his dumbs jokes and-

No, forget all of that. It'll ruin the plan. You're a new man, Brock. You don't need him.

He repeated this multiple times to try and keep on track. No need to repeat the plan anymore, he had it down pat. He made it to the front door, looked around, and began picking the lock. He kind of wished he had kept the key to his house instead of throwing it in a drain in a fit of anger, but he was still able to get in, and that's all that mattered.

As soon as he opened the door he was hit with nostalgia. He'd been here so many times with so many good memories, he thought he might cry. He willed that feeling away, and took a look around. He saw a picture of him, and smiled almost, until he saw someone else standing beside him. Brock snarled and flipped the picture down. He found all the photos like that and flipped them down so he wouldn't have to see it when he came back down.

He made his way up the stairs, ignoring the photos of him and his family and friends.

The door to his room was slightly ajar when he got up there, and he opened it, wincing at how loud it seemed to be. But he did not wake. Brock slowly made his way towards him, eventually reaching the bed. He slowly crawled up on the bed, sitting on top of him.

Brock couldn't help the way his heart fluttered looking at him. Even after all of this, he was still absolutely gorgeous in Brock's opinion. Brock sighed, and tucked a piece of hair behind his ear, still unsuspecting of what was to come. He leaned down and placed a small kiss on his lips. He pulled back, and grabbed the pillow next to his head, anger slowly bubbling back up. "This is what you get for breaking my heart, John," he muttered, and shoved the pillow over his face.

At first, he didn't move, but it wasn't too long before he woke up and groggily realized what was happening. Brock held onto the pillow and kept pushing down, until John's muffled cries quieted down and he stopped moving. He held the pillow there for good measure before he removed it and checked his pulse. When he felt nothing, he sighed again, looking down at John for a good couple of minutes before he got up and left.

He shut the front door behind him, and he began to smile as he walked away from the house.