Bedroom Warfare - Rack (boyxboy)

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Couldn't sleep so I wrote a chapter. simplypenguin hope this cheers you up a lil? (I'm actually going to sleep now tho goodnight I love you💙)

It was another week or so before Brooklyn found out. They both wanted to tell him, but didn't have an excuse to bring it up without feeling weird about it.

The five of them had decided to go out, and Jack and Brooklyn had lost the other three. They were at the bar in the club when Brooklyn nudged Jack, pointing his attention to the cute girl the other side of him.

She smirked up at Jack, "how about a dance?"

"I don't dance, sorry," he chuckled.

"What if i let you buy me a drink?" she tilted her head slightly and batted her eyelashes.

"Sorry," he shook his head, getting a confused look from Brooklyn.

"Hmm, okay, I'll buy you a drink?" she asked, stepping closer to him, though he moved away, making her stumble.

"Babe, I'm not interested, I'm seeing someone," Jack said.

"They'll never know," she smirked trying to reach out for him.

"I've got a fucking boyfriend," he frowned and stepped away from her once again, "can you back off?"

She rolled her eyes, sighing before turning to Brooklyn, "what about you?"

"I'm more interested in what he's talking about, babe," Brook raised a brow and grabbed Jack's wrist, pulling him away from the crowds of people.

"Okay, so I've wanted to tell you something for a while," Jack said sheepishly.

"Really?!" Brooklyn frowned, "how could you not tell me you had a fucking boyfriend?!"

"I technically haven't, we're not together but- uh- i wanted to tell you but I didn't wanna just, like, tell you," he said, running a hand through his hair, "it's not like, official so I didn't wanna just bring it up..."

Jack sighed as Brooklyn stormed off, mumbling something about how he didn't trust him. He watched him go, trying and failing to follow him through the busy club. He headed outside and called Rye.

"Who's that?" Mikey asked as Rye's phone rang.

"Jack," Rye raised a brow as he answered it, "what's up?"

"Brooklyn stormed off on me and I lost him, have you seen him?" Jack said quickly, a little frantically.

"Wait, what? Why did he storm off? What happened?" he stood up to look around for Brooklyn, glancing at Mikey, "call Brook."

"He kinda found out, like, in a really bad way, but I couldn't not say it and now he's pissed at me because I didn't tell him earlier but he didn't give me a chance to expla-"

"Jack!" Rye cut him off, "it's okay, alright? He'll understand."

"Where are you?"

"At one of the booths by the bar," Rye told him as Mikey got hold of Brooklyn.

Jack was there within a couple of minutes, looking stressed.

"What happened?" Rye questioned.

"This girl was hitting on me and I was trying to get her to back off but she wouldn't leave me alone so I told her I had a boyfriend and Brook pulled me away and was like what the fuck and I was like ah I'm sorry and he stormed off and I lost him the crowd.." he said in one breath.

"Hey, you stuck to our deal," he smirked, trying to lighten Jack's mood.

It worked. He chuckled, "yeah, it's a solid deal!"

Rye nodded, "it is! And hey, Brook will get over it, did you even tell him who the boyfriend was?"

"Nah he left before I could."

"He's coming back," Mikey said, putting his phone in his pocket.

"Brook, I can explain," Jack said when he did come back.

"Go on then," he frowned.

"Uh.. I never had a chace to tell you... We wanted to but we never had a good time," Jack said slowly, "i'm sorry we didn't tell you, and I'm sorry you had to find out like that.."

"Who's we?" he questioned.

Jack nudged Rye to stand up with him and he did, smiling sheepishly at Brooklyn, "sorry Brook."