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corbyn stands there for a minute or two before he pushes open the door wide enough for him to slip through and walks as quietly as he can to jack's beside table, muted by his socks and the soft carpet. he tries his best not to hesitate and stare at jack's beautiful, tranquil figure, but he has to, just for one moment. jack's entrancing like that.
jack mutters something, snapping corbyn out of his reverie, and corbyn places the book down on the bedside table as carefully and quietly as he can before sneaking out of the room again and leaning his head against the wall, palms sweating.
that's far too much adrenaline and excitement for one evening for someone who doesn't leave the internet on a regular basis.
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diary ♕ jarbyn
Fanfictionjack has been going to bed way earlier than usual, and corbyn sneaks into jacks room to read his private dream journal. and one day, jack finds out - - - lower case intended ™
