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"daniel!" his voice hollers, piercing through the loud silence. "open the door, i know you're in there!" i stare at the door, my eyes wide as though i were frightened of it. my heart hammers, whimpers threatening to escape my lips at his angry tone, and i hug my legs tighter against my chest. i watch as the door rattles again, corbyn obviously trying to enter, but to no avail. i breathe out heavily as a minute passes with no noises, and i wonder if he's left, when suddenly i hear his voice again.

"fine daniel, if you won't let me in i'll just speak from here." slowly, i stand up, precautious to not make any noise as i advance towards the door, as silent as a mouse. i press my ear against the cold door, my eyes wide, cautious, my breath catching in my throat.

"i don't want to just forget about what happened last night." he starts, his voice laced with many emotions, many of which i could not decipher. "i don't know about you, but to me it meant a lot. i know it's something i won't ever forgot; i'm craving your touch. it's not even a question of want now, it's pure need. i need you close to me, i need to feel you, hear you, taste you. you mean the absolute world to me, and i wouldn't have wished for it to go any other way, but if it didn't mean anything to you... i-i feel stupid, but the only thing i can think of is doing it all over again, having you in my arms-" i whip the door open suddenly, and corbyn stumbles forwards into me, obviously having had his head pressed against the door, much like mine. he lets out a soft grunt as he steps back, my hands having protected myself from getting hit by his figure. he looks at me for a few seconds, his lips trembling, before he quickly leans forwards and connects our lips in a hungry, desperate kiss. i breathe out in shock, knowing i should part but a whole lot of me doesn't want to, all i want to do is live this moment and never let go.

but then the reasonable part of my brain seems to wake up, and my hands shoot out, pushing corbyn's chest so that he jolts away from me, and the blonde looks at me with a confused look in his eyes.

"daniel, what-" before he can finish, i interrupt him, finally finding my voice after hours of silence.

"no, corbyn, now it's my turn; i'm sick and tired of this. how many fucking times are we going to have this exact same argument? i'm not standing for it, you don't deserve a second more of my time! you just want to fuck me! you're-you're just a-a horny, cheating bastard!" the insults rolling off my tongue feel so foreign, especially since they are aimed at corbyn, but i can't seem to stop them. corbyn seems taken aback and offended. good.

"daniel, i'm not-" he starts, but i cut him off again.

"stop it! i said stop! i don't want any more excuses." he stays silent.

"you've messed with my heart too many times, corbyn besson." it seems like the whole universe has gone silent, awaiting this moment, as the broken murmurs escape my lips, my voice barely audible.

"is it all a game to you, i'm wondering?"

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i'm gonna release the first chapter of my new book 'I Don't Belong In This Club' this weekend, it's gonna be Jarbyn and i'm well excited for it! hope you all enjoyed this xx