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his heart is hammering and his breath is shaky with relief when he comes back out, but this time there's a sense of excitement. what has the diary got in store for him today? which of jack's innermost secrets will it spill for corbyn's eyes to scan?
more importantly, where the fuck had corbyn left off? somewhere throughout september, right? he leafs through the pages and finds july – read that – august– and that – september ... september, that's where he was.
corbyn tries to keep the anticipatory, animated grin off his face as he settles down against the wall. a part of him still feels bad – this is private for a reason, and corbyn's just settling down calmly and reading it like it's 50 shades of gray – but by now corbyn's pretty much past caring. all he wants is to see what jack's written about him.
jack's dreams seem pretty mundane and normal throughout most of july, august and september, but something in october catches his eye. it's his name once again, but this time with more detail and scribbled annotations. some of which are crossed out, which intrigues corbyn even more.
corbyn. masturbation – found. sex. confession of love (me to him). rejection. l̶o̶n̶e̶l̶i̶n̶e̶s̶s̶.
corbyn reads the words over and over and over again, his mind trying to make some sense of it. he knows what they are, and he knows what they mean, but how? how? jack can't...jack can't love him. it says sex, right? sex. it must be sexual tension. october 2018...surely there was some kind of sexual tension between them then, right?
wrong, that annoying little voice whispers.
that was when jack started to avoid you.
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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 ™
