- 2 am criminal | [ KRIIZY ]

열다섯 (yeoldaseot)

This was a weird ride lmao 😔‼️

One day~

The bored male ran a hand through his hair as he sat on the younger's bed. "So, do you like horror movies or comedies?" After school Smii7y hadn't talked to the male in 2 days. He wanted to make it as though their friendship was still there despite him accusing him of being the thief. He needed a reason to not believe what his mind kept telling him but it was hard when it kept constantly screaming at him.

Smii7y texted John asking him to come over for like a mini movie date at 7 which the older happily agreed to. It was awkward back home, it was as if no one dared to talk to John, especially since they had gotten into another fight, so he'd rather not be there.
Also, if he is with Smii7y then he can make sure Toby doesn't do anything stupid. Now it was just awkward as they sat 6 feet apart from each other.

John raised a brow at the question, watching the boy swim through movies in a mini shelf underneath his flat screen TV hanging on the white wall. The older crept up behind the boy and tickled his sides softly while smirking. "Horror~" He said in a deep creepy voice sending shivers down the smaller boy's spine.

"Shit!-" Smii7y jumped and quickly stood up but was returned to the ground again after hitting the top of his head on the TV. "Fuck.."

John laughed hard at a distressed Smii7y. The younger crouched on the ground while holding the top of his head protectively. "That shit hurted." John only laughed harder before finally helping him.

The older cooed at how small he looked. "I'm sorry~" he picked him up bridal style and sat him on the bed which Smii7y had grown accustomed to. Whenever John wanted to move or help the boy he never asked, he'd always pick him up and take him there. Never giving a proper reason but after billions of protests and being ignored, Smii7y gave up. "I'm sorry again. I'll pick the movie out, what do you want to watch?"

Smii7y crosses his arms over his chest and refused to give him any of his attention and instead ignored him with a pout. So John tried again. "Aw come on Captain Smii7y. Don't ignore me, I so gracefully swept you off your feet and brought you over here and this is the thanks I get."

Again the younger ignored him and it had been going on for 5 minutes before John had gotten up and positioned his fingers in front of his stomach. "Say something or I shall force my hands." He threatened, fixing the sleeve of the shirt that kept sliding down his shoulder and exposing the soft flesh that resides under the larger shirt.

John kept averting his eyes every so often towards the prepossessing skin. For a better understanding of what the male was going through how about we transition to his POV.

John's POV

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He knows what the hell he is doing. Who puts on a shirt like this if they didn't know what they were trying to do. I can't think straight, just pull it up and call it a day. No further eye contact is needed.

FUCK I LOOKED!!!! Dick I swear to God I will pull you off if you dare get turned on by this. He's your friend, nothing more. I've never thought of him in this way so let's not do it now.

But he can be more~

Brain I will fucking replace you!! I shouldn't have told him he could take a shower. God I should've said no.

And to Smii7y's POV

Does he think it's weird that I have a big shirt on. He keeps looking at it as if it's weird and I swear it isn't my fault. My dad thought that if he bought big shirts then maybe I'd grow into them, giving my body a challenge which he should've known will never fucking word.