lovers | dorbyn

thirty

corbyn sat numbly in a hospital chair. a coffee cup in his hands, his hair was a mess, his cheeks red and his eyes swollen from crying. his lips were chapped and bitten raw. the boys had left a while ago with the kids. keri, anna, tyler and christian all left as well with corbyn's family, leaving him alone with andrew— who ended up leaving because corbyn just sat there. he sat there for days. literal days.

the coffee was old and cold, he couldn't stop shaking. he lost him. he lost the love of his life— all because he dated jackson because he couldn't admit two little stupid things. that he was gay and in love with daniel.

doctors and nurses didn't bother to ask him to leave. they all knew was that he was corbyn besson, and daniel seavey died.

corbyn kept his gaze down. he heard shoes squeak on the tiled floors, and glass shatter. he looked up, seeing jeff, jeff fucking seavey, stumble into the hospital. corbyn just watched as he hobbled over to the receptionist. "uhh whe-wheres my son?"

"name?"

"daniel um.. shit daniel seavey. or besson. not too sure!" he laughed obnoxiously.

corbyn stood up with a sniff, tossing the coffee out in the trash. he wiped his hands on his jeans, walking up to jeff who had his back towards him. he tapped on his shoulder, giving him a smile when he turned around. his eyes widened. "corbyn! corbyn besson it's so good to see you."

corbyn chuckled, rubbing his chin. "yeah," he rasped out. "yeah man it's so," he balled his fist up, throwing a punch to his nose. his head whipped back, the nurses gasped, and corbyn smiled again. "so good to see you too, jeff!"

"the fuck corbyn!" jeff groaned, holding his nose. "where the hell is daniel?!"

"he's fucking dead, jeff! he's dead! i mean, come on, you never cared about him. sending him alcohol when you knew he was an alcoholic. you knew that shit would trigger him! what about all the times you taunted him day and night for years! he was so sick of it and now you're acting like you care so much about him— get the fuck out of here with that shit!"

"i loved him!"

"maybe." corbyn sniffed, sitting back down. "maybe. i know he loved you. after all the bullshit you and anna put him through, he still loved the both of you. anna actually apologized, but where were you? hm? where the fuck were you?"

"corbyn i-"

"by all means, go see your dead son." corbyn laughed lightly, pointing to the direction of the morgue. "i sure as hell hopes he haunts your drunken ass."

"corbyn, buddy—"

corbyn stood up abruptly, storming out of the hospital.

❥

when he got home, he went straight to their room. he ignored everyone in his house that only gave him sad eyes. he ignored nalia's desperate need for her fathers hold. he ignored morgan's anxious looks. he ignored alex's confusion.

he just went straight to the bathroom.

he slammed the door shut, breathing heavily. he balled up his fist, shaking his head.

he was dead.

daniel, the love of his life, dead. slipped right through his goddamn fingers—

corbyn punched the mirror.

he let out a groan, flexing his hand to see the blood prickling his knuckles. he shook his hand out, looking at the cracked mirror. "fuck." he sighed, resting his elbows on the counter. he set his head against his hands, taking in shaky breaths.

seconds later, he felt a hand on his hip. "corbyn."

"i can't do this andrew." corbyn shook his head, his chest tightening. "he needs to be here with me, i can't—" he choked out. andrew helped him stand up straight, turning him around so he faced him.

"corbyn, you need to breathe." andrew said calmly.

"i-i-i can't- i can't—" he tried sucking in a deep breath but it only came out as coughs. andrew sighed, not really wanting one of his best friends to die.

another one of his best friends to die.

so he hesitated before leaning up on his tiptoes to attach their lips together. this was in no way a romantic kiss, andrew just needed corbyn to calm the fuck down and breathe.

the kiss didn't last long. only long enough for corbyn to catch his breath, and slow his heart rate. when the broke apart, corbyn pulled andrew into a tight hug.

"i'll stay the night." he whispered, kissing corbyn's cheek. "in the meantime, take a shower, you smell like shit."

corbyn sniffed, and laughed softly. he wiped his cheeks, nodding his head. "yes mom."

"uh. sorry for kissing you." andrew said, his voice holding nothing but regret. sadness. he didn't want to kiss corbyn, he just didn't know any other way to calm him down. "i wouldn't have but your dumbass wouldn't listen to me."

corbyn rolled his eyes with a light laugh. "kind of hard to listen to someone when you can't breathe." he mumbled, watching andrew turn on the shower.

"yeah well." he breathed. "it was a platonic kiss. i guess." he chuckled. "take a shower. i'll make dinner tonight."

❥

corbyn went downstairs the next day. andrew had already made breakfast, and was watching a movie with the kids. when andrew saw him, he stood up from the couch, and waved him over. corbyn walked over to him, smiling small. "hey. thanks for making them breakfast."

"no problem. listen, um, a cop came over while you were sleeping. said they were from new york. came by with this." andrew handed him a small envelope. corbyn took it in his m hands, tearing it open. he glanced inside the paper, covering his mouth. tears stung his eyes, licking his dry lips.

"fuck." he whispered, taking the ring out of the envelope. he clenched his jaw, the ring slipping onto his pointer finger. "i fucking miss him." he whispered, feeling his arms wrap around his body.

"i miss you too." daniel whispered from above.

❥

[a/n]

you know. i almost didn't add the kiss between the two because he just lost daniel and i didn't want it to look like he was moving on but we all know he isn't so it's fine