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corbyn unlocks the door of his and jonah's apartment, stepping inside. all is quiet—jonah is at work, and corbyn relishes the peace as he sets his school bag down on the kitchen counter.

kicking his shoes off, he neatly places them beside the door, shrugging out of his jacket and hanging it up. he pours himself a cup of orange juice, takes a couple ibuprofen for the pain in his hips and ass, and curls up on the couch, pulling his phone out and mindlessly scrolling through his instagram. a notification from thirty minutes ago catches his eye, and he reads it, brow furrowing.

seaveydaniel has requested to follow you

corbyn goes to daniel's profile, and hesitates. jonah follows all of his social media activity. if he sees that corbyn is suddenly following a guy from his college with the same name as the guy who gave him his number, he'll instantly get suspicious. so corbyn exits daniel's profile and declines the follow request, turning his phone off and setting it down.

he closes his eyes, suddenly exhausted. he's felt a bit off lately—tiring out after just a few hours, mood swings, headaches. it's the stress of college catching up to him, the exams coming up occupying too much of his mind lately. he drifts off to sleep a few minutes later, falling into a dreamless rest.

corbyn wakes after an undetermined amount of time to a gentle hand stroking his hair. he keeps his eyes closed, enjoying the tenderness of the touch, inhaling the smell of jonah's cologne. a pair of lips press against his forehead, and corbyn lets his eyes flutter open, meeting jonah's gaze.

"hey, beautiful," jonah whispers, stroking his thumb along corbyn's cheek. "i got home an hour ago, and you were totally knocked out. rough day?"

"mmm," corbyn murmurs, shifting closer to jonah. he drops his head onto jonah's shoulder, brushing his lips against jonah's neck. "just tired."

"i ordered pizza. it should be here soon. half cheese, your favourite, and half pepperoni."

corbyn smiles, touched at jonah's thoughtfulness. "thanks, babe. sorry i didn't cook tonight."

"no, you're good. we all need a break sometimes," jonah says mildly, and corbyn feels himself falling farther for him. today was obviously a good day for jonah, and he definitely isn't complaining. he lies there, wrapped in jonah's arms, until there's a knock on the door.

"i'll get it," corbyn says, squirming away from jonah. jonah gives him one last kiss on the cheek before letting him go, and corbyn limps to the door, reminding himself to take more ibuprofen since the medication from earlier had worn off.

he pulls open the door, tugging out his wallet to pay.

"that'll be $12.50," a familiar voice says, and corbyn tenses.

daniel.

"thanks," he mumbles, taking the pizza and shoving the money toward daniel.

"oh, hey, corbyn!" daniel exclaims, taking the money. "hope you enjoy your pizza."

"we will," jonah says from behind corbyn, possessively placing his arm around corbyn's waist and palming his hip. "right babe?"

"yeah," corbyn says weakly, sinking into jonah's side.

daniel cheerfully grins, seemingly unfazed. "oh, good!"

"have a good night," jonah tells him, nudging corbyn back into the apartment.

"you too," daniel smiles, and corbyn jumps slightly when he feels jonah squeeze his ass.

"oh, we will," jonah smirks, closing the door.

corbyn grabs two plates and sets them on the small table, gingerly sitting down. jonah notices his pain, and says sincerely, "sorry, babe, i forgot that you must be hurting. i just didn't like the way that guy was looking at you."

"it's okay."

jonah sets the pizza on the table, lightly ruffling corbyn's hair before he sits down. "i can't really blame him, though. you're so gorgeous. sometimes i can't believe you're mine."

corbyn feels his cheeks heat up, his face flushing with pleasure and embarrassment. "n-no, that's you. i don't deserve you."

jonah slides a piece of pizza onto corbyn's plate, simply smiling at him. "if you say so....but i disagree."

the couple eats their pizza in silence, and corbyn watches jonah. it's moments like these that zach doesn't think about, moments when everything is perfect and corbyn would give his all to jonah if he requested it.

it's moments like these that are why corbyn could never leave jonah.