❝IFYOU KNEW WHATYOUWANTED HOW COULD YOU KNOW JUST❞
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JONAHMARAIS corbyn?
JONAHMARAIS i'm coming to find you
JONAHMARAIS you've been gone too long
JONAHMARAIS he better not have hurt you. if he touched a single bit of your skin, i'm going to kill him.
and so jonah searched for corbyn, walking up and down the streets of minnesota hoping to find his blonde best friend- his crush since they first met- but as time went on, jonah was starting to give up.
"corbyn!" jonah shouted down the cold, empty streets, "corbyn! please, just answer me!" still the streets of minnesota stayed quiet, pure silence filling the air.
jonah over time gave up looking for the corbyn, falling to the ground beginning to scream while tears trickled down his face.
"j-jo."
jonah heard his name be called, lifting his head up to see a beat up corbyn. the blonde couldn't stand straight as he was in so much pain, bruises covering his body, his clothes ripped to pieces while blood fell to the pavement from his nose and the cuts on his cheeks.
"j-jonah," corbyn whimpered, falling into the older boys arms. to corbyn, jonah was like a shield that blocked out all the pain from the world. to corbyn, jonah was his knight in shining armour always there to protect him.
corbyn needed jonah and jonah needed corbyn.
"i'm here. it's okay. i won't let him hurt you," jonah whispered into corbyn's ear, the younger boy choked on sobs, his fist balling together into jonah's shirt.
"i-i'm sor-sorry. so, so s-sorry," corbyn cried into the older boys chest.
"it's not your fault, baby. it'll never be your fault," jonah told corbyn, running his fingers through his messy blonde hair.
"j-jonah?" corbyn mumbled, looking up at the blue eyed boy.
