lovers | dorbyn

fifteen

morgan walked into her last period class— math. peter was quietly sitting in his seat, his thumbnail in between his teeth. he nervously looked at his phone. his hood was up, covering his face.

morgan sat down next to him, taking out her notebook and a pencil. "did you understand the homework?"

"not really." he muttered. morgan frowned, seeing only one problem complete from the worksheet. "i was just um.." he paused, deflating when his phone buzzed.

"here, just copy mine." morgan handed him the paper, since their teacher wasn't in the classroom right now anyway. he smiled shyly at her, scribbling down the work and the answers quickly.

"yo besson!"

morgan looked over at the girl across the room. she didn't like morgan, and morgan didn't really like her either. "um. yes?"

"let me copy your homework!"

morgan raised her eyebrow. "no?"

"but you'll give it to the freak over there?" the girl grumbled. morgan frowned, glancing over at peter, who just sunk back in his seat.

"he's not a freak?" she said back to her. "and i would much rather give it to him than you." she shrugged.

morgan turned back around to peter who was handing her the paper back. she frowned. "you're not done."

"it's fine." he quickly said, flipping his phone over to ignore the rapid texts coming in.

"...if you're sure. i don't mind, really. i'm just not going to give it to alejandra. she's a bitch." morgan softly said.

peter smiled down at his desk.

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"wait morgan!"

morgan turned around before stepping into corbyn's car. daniel was in the passengers seat, corbyn outside of the car, waiting for alex to come around. corbyn glared at the boy talking to his daughter.

"oh, hey." she smiled, "dad, this is peter. he's in my math class."

"uh huh." corbyn huffed. "i'm corbyn. my husband daniel is in the car."

"it's nice to meet you sir." he said— almost shyly. "i was just going to ask for your phone number. if that's okay, if-if not that's okay too, you're just really nice and you stood up for me today and—"

"calm down peter." she giggled, taking his phone out of his hands. she typed in her phone number, and put her name in. morgan besson 💫

"i'll text you later, i do have to go though, my brothers waiting for me." he sighed, nodding over to the car across the street from the school. smoke was coming out from the window.

corbyn narrowed his eyes, but didn't question it. "stay safe kid, yeah?" corbyn mumbled, patting his shoulder softly.

"yes sir. i'll see you tomorrow, morgan." he smiled small, scurrying off. corbyn chuckled lightly when alex ran up to him, throwing himself on his body.

"hey bud. you guys ready to go?"

"hey dad." morgan greeted daniel once she was in the car.

"hi monkey. how was school?" he asked, his thumbs moving rapidly across the screen of his phone.

"fine." she shrugged, rolling her eyes when alex crawled over her lap to sit in the middle of the seat.

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"dinner!"

daniel has made arroz con gandules and some chicken. he strapped nalia into her high chair, cutting up some of the chicken into small pieces.

once the two kids were seated with their plates, the family dug into their meals. corbyn's phone began to ring only a few minutes into dinner.

he groaned, seeing their manager calling (not jon). "excuse me." he muttered, sliding his chair out and standing up. daniel sighed, feeding nalia.

corbyn picked up, biting his tongue to stop himself from going off on their manager. "what?"

"we've decided to move all 5 of you." their manager, henry, spoke.

"what?" corbyn seethed. "we, none of us, are moving! we're living our dreams in los angeles! our families are out here, we love it here! we aren't moving when we can just get a damn restraining order!" corbyn ranted.

"getting a restraining order will put your face all over social media!"

"my face is already all over the internet, dumbass! i'm a pop star, what would you expect!"

"tone it down besson." henry grunted. "either y'all move or you have to deal with daniel's ex. granted, none of this would have happened if he had just taken my advise years ago and stayed out clubbing with girl-"

"don't you dare blame this on daniel, you hear me? none of this was his fault. it's not his fault he has an abusive ex boyfriend who is obsessed with him. don't you ever say it's his fault." corbyn said rather loudly.

(daniel, from the dining table, bit back his tears, hearing his husband stick up for him. morgan kissed his cheek lovingly.)

"fine. fine, go ahead and ruin your entire career and get that damn restraining order."

"our careers won't be ruined, idiot. no one likes jackson, no one knows he's stalking us. once it's public, everyone will hate him even more." corbyn sighed, ready to end the call.

"whatever-"

"as our manager, you should be doing shit to help us. we got three kids, jack and zach have one kid and jonah and eben? they're planning on adopting very soon, which puts all of us in danger. i could care less about our damn reputation, i care more about my family, my children, my husband and my brothers." corbyn seethed, shaking from anger.

henry didn't respond, all corbyn heard was the phone beep, signaling that the call ended. corbyn scoffed, storming to his bedroom. daniel swallowed thickly, hearing a loud thump.

"i'll be right back. watch nalia, please." he softly asked, touching the top of alex's head. daniel quickly made his way to their room, seeing corbyn shaking out his hand, sitting on the edge of their bed.

"seems like punching walls is really our thing, huh?" corbyn muttered, his voice raspy.

"seems so." daniel sighed, kissing the top of corbyn's head. corbyn's hands went to his hips, resting his forehead on his stomach. "we're gonna be okay, corbs."

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[a/n]
still debating on making daniel pregnant bc i don't want it to get in the way of the plot 👾😳