A story about brothers and their lovers.
This a GBKCTT fanfiction with just a little angst, a whole lot of fun, romance and smut!
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Godt dropped his head on the heavy volume he'd been poring over. He'd been studying steadily for hours now, his eyes hurt.
He blinked several times to get the weariness out. It had already gotten dark, he didn't even notice.
Godt is a dedicated student. Then again he has his ways of relaxing when the stress got too much. He wished he could do something tonight to ease the tension. Too bad his brother is hosting this goddamn barbecue today.
Jason is too strict with him and Joss. And Godt can't afford to lose his allowance. Not yet, anyway. He's eagerly waiting for the day when he can finally start interning. Then he won't have to depend on his brother's money.
He stretched his hands up to get the numbness off of his limbs. As a habit, his eyes drifted to the window right across from his room. The previous owner was an old lady who didn't do anything but stare at the television all day. The new occupant of that little room across from his window is totally opposite of her.
It's dark. But the window is opened. He knew that it's a boy who lives in that room now, one of the three brothers. He knew most definitely that it's the youngest one. When he first caught a glimpse of him, Godt assumed that it was a girl in baggy boy's clothes. Then the boy started singing. The voice is definitely, deeper than a girl, masculine. So he gathered that it's a boy and a very young one at that.
Godt didn't know why he looked at that room. Even when it was very boring during the time of the old lady, he still gazed at it. It was his way of resting his eyes after a heavy cramming session. But now it's a welcoming break from his studies, something refreshing. The boy amused him. Now the view gives him an added benefit. It made Godt laughs the way boy sometimes storms into the room angrily and slumps on the bed. Sometimes he would play the guitar. Godt liked the calm voice and sounds of the strings coming through the window. So unlike his dumbass brother's brain-damaging cacophony.
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"Godt!"
His thought process was put to an end by the opening of his door and entering his friend.
"You're here," Godt lazily stretched again.
"Why aren't you ready, yet?" Tee frowned gazing at Godt's wrinkled shirt and boxers.
