Trippie Redd and XXXTentacion OneShots

Obsession

"Michael, I'm so sorry... I have so much to explain." Jahseh was hardly able to project his voice. The man was all choked up. Earlier, he made the worst decision in the world to walk right out the door on his boyfriend. What made it worse is that he'd lost control of himself and ended up punching him right in the face.

Michael looked afraid of him. Just the night before his little chubby man was all cuddled up next to him, trusting him wholeheartedly, and now he couldn't even look Jahseh in the eyes. Growing slightly more upset, Jahseh tried to take one more step closer to his boyfriend.

I know I said I'd leave... I don't know what I was thinking... hell I was near blackout when I walked out that door anyways.

"Nigga don't get closer to me." Michael spat harshly, causing Jahseh to wince and step further away. The guy looked at Michael's face, and though he had sounded angry, the look on the guy's face suggested he was just as sad as Jahseh. It was then that Jahseh noticed just how hard he'd hit Michael, and it made him nauseous just looking at the bruise that was forming on the one side of his wide nose.

"Michael..." Jahseh had to take a deep breath to continue speaking, tears were threatening to pour out like a storm at any moment. "I really didn't... I didn't mean any of that. I'm so fucking sorry... I'm such a fucking psycho. I was real fucked up and I wasn't thinking straight in the first place. Stoke was just pissing me off even more... he was telling me that—"

"That you had to choose him or me... I saw... you left your phone in the living room." Michael cut Jahseh off, telling him about something he'd found earlier. Checking his pockets, Jahseh soon realized that Michael wasn't lying. "I thought you'd made your choice..." Michael sounded desolate as he spoke, which just caused Jahseh even more pain internally.

"Mikey, I'd always choose you... I just didn't want to lose the friend I've had for years upon years..." He'd done this to Michael. It was his fault that Michael had cried, and it was his fault for the bruise on the guy's face. Desperately Jahseh wanted to just hold Michael again, but he was very timid as he attempted once more to take a step forward. Michael looked down as Jahseh approached slowly, but he didn't stop him this time. "I didn't mean a thing I said, and I never meant to hurt you... I still love you... I just don't know whether I deserve it anymore...."

"You don't deserve it anymore..." Michael looked back up at Jahseh, his gaze was stable now, and the young man couldn't make out what he was thinking. Jahseh stopped dead in his tracks, not able to take another step forward. Silence overtook the room as they just looked each other in the eyes. Nervous, Jahseh scratched the back of his neck with one hand, shoving the other in the pocket of his sweatshirt. "But... but I still love you too... you've fucked up pretty bad though, Jah."

"You think I don't know that? Michael all I want to do is go back and punch myself in the fucking face. All I want is to hold you again... I just... I can't believe I did that shit..." Jahseh's soft voice faded out as it shook, tears began to slowly fall down his face again. Normally he wouldn't cry in front of people, but this was someone he trusted completely, and he ruined that trust. Putting both his hands over his face, he looked upward toward the ceiling, silently in agony. After another moment of silence, Jahseh felt a hand resting on his chest. Snapping his head down, Michael wore a fragile smile. Glossy, red eyes looked straight at him. He'd been crying a whole lot too.

"I think I can forgive you... but only to stop you from crying like a little bitch." Michael tried to joke around, but it sounded weak as his voice was just as exhausted as Jahseh's right now. Both of them giggled slightly at the same time, and Jahseh slowly wrapped his arms around the less muscular guy.

"Yeah right, I can see it in your eyes, you been crying just as much, nigga." With Michael's hands rested on Jahseh's chest, the latter rested his forehead on his boyfriend's shoulder.