The Tic Tac and His Box [A WillNE x Callum's Corner fanfiction]

The Tic Tac

Callum went shopping today for his monthly Tic Tac haul. He was going to get a meal deal but got angry because it cost £4.09 instead of £3. He shouted at the employee who said 'it's because of brexit' then Callum said 'brexit means brexit REMOANER 🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧 Better out then in for are countri'

So now Callum was angrily walking down the street with his 72 bags of Tic Tacs in his hands. It cost £3.60 for those bags. But it was okay because they were his Tic Tacs.

Callum was a lonely Tic Tac. Unlike all the other Tic Tacs he had bought, he didn't have a box. For Callum, being a Tic Tac without a box represented how emotionally broken he was. He needed a box to pour all of his emotions (smaller Tic Tacs) into. He needed a boxy boyfriend.

Then Callum walked into Victoria Park and ate some of his Tic Tacs. He then saw a beautiful man with a beautiful boxy head. He looked so square, so boxy, he was perfect. He was what Callum wanted. What Callum needed. Callum decided right there that this man would be Callum's Tic Tac Box.

He had a scruffy Supreme jacket on and his big shank stuck out of his Louis Vuitton man bag. His brown hair was brown like his eyes and Callum watched him throw his phone in the bin. He was rough. Callum liked that.

This strange man with a big shank will be Callum's new box.