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- ̗̀ REQUEST; requested by @skrtseavey
- ̗̀ WARNINGS;smut .༄༷˚ ུ🖇 ͙༣ ⋆
corbyn sighs as he walks out of the bathroom, having just changed out of his work clothes and back into his own. his outfit is simple, just a multicolored button up shirt tucked into some loose jeans, the cuffs rolled up to show off his white socks and red and white vans.
he runs his fingers through his hair, making his way behind the counter to put away some of the last things. but just as he is about to go and change the diner sign to 'closed' a young brunet bursts in, his lip cut and the skin around his eye seemingly bruised.
"yo, you gotta hide me, man. these guys are chasin' me, they're crazy" he says quickly, wiping away the blood that drips from the cut on his lip.
corbyn's eyes are wide as he stares at the boy. he is clad in some black jeans, a simple white tank and a leather jacket, a belt and polished shoes to top it all off. his hair is slicked to the side, a strand of his brunet hair falling in front of his forehead.
shaking his head to stop himself from getting distracted anymore, he clears his throat.
"umm, just come behind the counter, i'll clean you up" he says, watching as the boy hops over the counter and immediately ducks down, the door to the diner slamming open again.
"hey, sugar. you seen a guy pass here? he was wearin' a leather jacket and white tank, he looked a lil' fucked up" a tall guy says, his green eyes scanning up and down corbyn's body.
a couple other boys stand being him, the two much smaller than he is.
"no, i haven't seen a guy pass here. now if you wouldn't mind, get out so that i can close up" corbyn responds with a sarcastic smile.
the guy scoffs, "thanks for nothin'."
corbyn just rolls his eyes as the three exit the diner, quickly going over to the door and turning the sign so that it says 'closed', locking it while he's there so no one else comes in.
"what's your name?" he questions as he makes it back over to the brunet, grabbing a small first aid kit out of a cupboard before kneeling down in front of him.
"daniel, daniel seavey" the boy now known as daniel replies, wincing as a pain shoots through his stomach.
"well, daniel, i'm corbyn besson" corbyn says, pulling out some alcohol-free wipes to clean the cuts with.
"i know" daniel replies, watching corbyn looks up at him briefly through his eyelashes.
"this is gonna sting a little" he mutters before pressing the wipe to the cut on his lip, softly cleaning away any blood left there.
