Mr Beast One Shots Boy x Boy

Are you jealous? Part 3.

A.N

Warning: Very mild trigger warning for self harm and drug abuse

Literally, I keep having to change small details cause I rewatch videos while writing, and I was watching the one where they give brother bobby an apartment and Jimmy offhandedly said that he's never had coffee and I just sighed and started changing things lmao, also I don't know if I want another part to this and at this point I'm thinking I'm gonna have to have a separate book for it because of how long it's been going on smh, so I am forcing myself to stop at 5 parts (if it goes on that long) Enjoy

Jimmy's p.o.v

I take a sip of my hot chocolate, sitting quietly on the couch, no other sound in the room except for the quiet humming of a light fixture that needs to be fixed. Chandler rubs his eyes as he enters the room, sighing deeply through his nose as he stretches, his shirt lifting as he did so, showing just a little bit of his skin from under the thick fabric.

"Where's Chris"? There is obvious tiredness in his voice from having just woken up, and confusion when he realizes that it is probably already midday.

"He went out", is the short reply I settle with. He watches me from the door for a moment, most likely questioning why I had let him sleep for so long while it was just the two of us in the house, before realizing that it would be better for me to just let him sleep than awkwardly wake him up just to kick him out. It's strange to see him in such a position. A way not a lot of people have seen before. Tired, hair wild, in pajamas. It's the way he looks before he puts on the face he shows the world. I avert my gaze, not feeling like I should be one to see him this vulnerable.

He passes me quietly to the kitchen, joining me moments later on the opposite side of the couch with a cup of coffee as well. He pulls his feet onto the cushions with him so he is sitting with his legs crossed. It is quiet and I argue with myself whether I want to break the silence by grabbing for the tv remote or just wait for something else to break the tension for me.

"Why did you run away"? He watches me silently over the rim of his cup, the ceramic dish pressed firmly against his lips at my sudden question. I had no justifiable reason to ask, and seemingly no regrets for asking it either, seeing as I just stare at him while eagerly waiting for a reply.

"I don't see how that's your business", he finally manages.

"You told Chris".

"I like Chris", he smirks at me, finally lowering his cup, the steam no longer building up around his eyes, before getting serious again. "I don't know if you'd believe me or not. I don't know if I'd want you to believe me".

"Is it that bad"?

"Chris didn't seem to mind".

"Why do you think I will"?

"Because I don't have the luck of finding two people who won't judge me for my past". He calmly takes a sip of his drink.

"We all have a past".

"You don't seem to. Before, when I said that Chris tells me things about you. He had nothing bad to say".

The answer, however nice to hear, doesn't settle my mind that runs with every possible thing that he could've done.

"Will you ever tell me"?

"I trust you about as much as you trust me". That is a solid no. He won't tell me unless I trust him enough to tell him something about myself that I haven't told anyone else before. Something I hold close to me.

It is almost two weeks after that, that we have had any time alone together considering that we still, even being as tolerating of each other as we can be, don't jump at the chance to hang out together. Chandler randomly showed up, hoping to hang out with Chris and I to play video games, but it is Chris and Katie's three year anniversary and he left the apartment around five-thirty to pick her up for their date.